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Taking Care of You — Ch 02

It all came to a head about six months after Philip and I had begun dating, but almost from the beginning, I knew the relationship had been a mistake. We had eventually broken up and gone our separate ways, the unfortunate relationship over, or so I thought.

Several weeks later, I was startled awake in the middle of the night by shouting and constant banging on the door; it was Philip. I’ll never forget that night. In a fit of selfish, violent, misogynist rage, my ex-boyfriend Philip Michelson was showing his true colors.

Note: This story contains references to anal intercourse.
Note: For backstory, please be sure and read Taking Care of You — Ch. 01

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Terrified, I remember grabbing my phone off the night table and dialing Aiden’s number.

“Aiden . . . Aiden, please come!” I had shouted hysterically into the phone.

“He’s in the apartment, standing outside my bedroom door . . . . he’s trying to get in! He’s drunk, Aiden, I’m afraid. Please, Aiden, hurry . . . he’s going to get in, and he’ll hurt me.”

I could hear Philip banging on the door and shouting, “Open the fucking door, Riley!”

“Open the fucking door, Riley, or I swear I’ll break it in,” Philip threatened. “You holier than thou little bitch . . . just wait until I get my hands on you. I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours until you beg me to stop and then I’m going to fuck your nice, tight ass again . . .”

“Aiden, please hurry,” I cried when I heard Philip kick the door open.

*****

During my most difficult times, it seems as though Aiden had always been there for me.

Soon after that night, I had moved in with Aiden, Philip’s father, and begun to fall more in love with him. There was never really a choice to be made between father and son.

*****

From the beginning, I understood that sex was a big part of Aiden’s life and that he had a particular liking for anal sex. His desire wasn’t compulsive or anything like that, but he enjoyed the feel of his cock inside a woman’s ass and fully expected me to comply and share this sexual indulgence with him. Aiden was the right partner for me. Father, lover, teacher, mentor all of those things in one person. Until Philip, I had never seen another man’s cock, let alone an older man’s cock; that being said, whenever Aiden would unzip his trousers and free his cock, I would become incredibly aroused and impatient for him. “I want you to move in here with me, Riley. You can continue to work if that’s what you want to do, but I’ll be here to take care of you and the baby. You know how I feel about you, don’t you? I . . . I’ve tried to put the feelings aside and consider you as a good friend. It’s been difficult, being with you, seeing you but not being able to make love to you, to feel myself inside you,” I said to her.

Three months into my pregnancy and my ex-boyfriend’s father, Aiden, had been with me since the baby was conceived; Sometimes, I found myself forgetting that Aiden was not the baby’s biological father. Despite the circumstances of our being together, I had fallen very much in love with Aiden. All one had to do was be around us, to know and appreciate the feelings that had developed between us. I had moved in with Aiden soon after the humiliating incident with Philip, his son.

The Michelson home was a large, beautiful five-bedroom house located in an upscale gated community. An expansive lawn surrounded the house, with a large flower garden in the front and a large patio and pool in the rear where a lot of entertaining took place.

One evening, the night was warm and pleasant but muggy, and though it was getting late, Aiden was still in his study working. I had gone to bed, but after tossing and turning and being unable to sleep, I decided to get up and go for a swim. I put on my bikini and went down to the pool. When I came out onto the pool deck, I could see that only the small lights around the changing rooms were on and had been dimmed down, inadvertently casting the pool area in dim light. I took my suit off and quietly slipped naked into the water.

I had barely completed two laps when I looked up and saw Aiden getting into the pool. He walked toward me, and when directly in front of me, looking into my eyes, reached down, touched my pussy, and then eased his finger inside me. I held my breath.

“You like that, don’t you, Riley?”

“Yes,” I replied as he began to stroke slowly, letting his bent finger massage my g-spot with each stroke. I came in a hard, satisfying orgasm that left my body trembling.

He placed his hands on my waist and lifted me onto the side of the pool and urged me onto my back. Slipping my legs onto his shoulders, he raised my hips and pulled my butt toward him so that it was at the edge of the pool deck. Releasing my legs, he lowered them and let them hang over the edge of the pool into the water. Aiden spread my legs open and, leaning forward, illegal bahis flicked my pink, sensitive nub with his tongue sending shivers through me. He pressed his tongue inside me, and as he sucked and teased, I climaxed again, in a fit of squirming and moaning.

He helped me sit up and, pulling me into the water, turned me around to face the side of the pool. He rubbed his cockhead up and down the valley created by my swollen pussy lips and pushed it up inside me. I grunted and gasped in surprise as he entered and pushed into me with his thick, hard cock over and over. He climaxed hard as he gripped my hips and drenched my pussy with spurt after spurt of his semen until he had emptied himself. Aiden pulled out of me, and I turned to look at him, utterly amazed that a man of his age could have that kind of stamina and sexual drive . . . and that much cum.

We got out of the pool and walked to the house and our bedroom.

That night, I lay under the covers for a long while thinking about what had just happened, and enjoying the lingering sensations of sex with Aiden.

*****

Professionally, Aiden always appeared businesslike, but his sexual nature was never totally hidden or suppressed. I often wondered if he was like this at his current age, what he must have been like when he was younger. Sometimes in the middle of the day, when the office closed for lunch, he would pull me into one of the exam rooms for a quickie. His cock would be hard and pointing straight out as I mounted, squatted over him, and rode him until we both came exhausted and sated. Afterward, still impaled on his cock and sticky from fucking I would lay across his chest my legs spread wide as his spent cum seeped out of me and slowly trailed down his softening cock.

When we recovered and the time for his next patient neared, we’d quickly clean up, and I would go and get one of the exam rooms ready, greet the patient and walk them to their exam room as Aiden’s cum collected in the crotch of my panties.

Some women might say Aiden was too sexually demanding, but having come to know him quite intimately, I think Aiden was simply an older, experienced man who knew what he liked, what he wanted, and when he wanted it. Occasionally on my day off, he would call telling me to meet him in the office’s parking garage. As soon as I got there, he would lean me over the hood of the car, being careful of my belly, place one hand on my shoulder, and the other on my waist, and I would feel the hard tip of his cock being to probe for entry. He’d press against me, and if I weren’t quite ready for him, it would be uncomfortable, and I’d try to pull away, and he would warn me saying, “stay still . . . don’t fucking move”. He would push his dick inside me and begin to stroke. After a few long, deep, slow strokes, I would begin to lubricate and be unable to determine at what point the sensations changed from discomfort to pleasure to orgasm. Aiden could be a skilled, exciting lover, despite his moments of gruffness and impatience.

As my pregnancy progressed, my belly continued to ripen, my breast larger, my pussy continually wet and swollen. My lover Aiden despite being many years, my senior was always ready and eager to satisfy me, particularly in light of my increasing sexual needs and desires. We had sex multiple times a week (sometimes a day). Oral sex, intercourse, prostate play, mutual masturbation, toys . . . whatever we were in the mood for.

Since finding out that I was pregnant, Aiden began going with me to my prenatal exams.

When the doctor came into the room and placed my feet into the stirrups, Aiden would come closer to the exam table to observe my exposed soft, smooth mound and pussy that was typically glistening wet with his nearness. As the doctor probed and checked my pregnant pussy, and then examined and massaged my breast for changes, Aiden would watch transfixed, becoming visibly aroused.

I remember once my doctor was called out of the exam room for a minor emergency; I was left lying there with the thin paper gown draped over my lower portion, my legs open, feet in the stirrups. Aiden came over and begun to lick and suck my clit. When Dr. Jacobs returned, he looked at my pussy and then at Aiden. It was obvious that my now engorged pink clit was due to Aiden’s attention. After the appointment, by the time we got home, Aiden was ready to fuck, and we ended up having sex in the garage before we even got into the house.

*****

There were times when I would feel embarrassed or ashamed, but I did not let that stop me from being with him, wanting to please him. Aiden was only the second man that I had ever been with, and Aiden had proven himself to be a thoughtful and patient lover. He had never forced me to do anything, but had told me of his expectations and desires; amongst those desires was teaching me about and enjoying anal sex with me. One night he was stretched out on his back with me straddling him. I was slumped forward, my hard nipples illegal bahis siteleri pressed into his chest as I milked his “old man’s” cock until I had drained him. He had cum hard, as he always did, and afterward would need to rest and regroup. I lifted my leg to dismount, and a gush of semen began to leak out of my wonderfully abused pussy. I lay next to him, on my side, and he pulled me close with his long leg resting casually over mine, and his mouth gently sucking one of my breasts.

His hand slipped down between my legs, and with his finger covered in my fluids and his spent cum, he began to circle my butt hole, gently pressing the tip of his finger into my ass. He could feel my body tense.

“Relax, little girl, he said reassuringly. I want you to get used to my fingers up your ass. There’s no rush, but I want you to understand that I’m going to have this ass . . . soon.”

*****

I loved to ride Aiden; I loved the way it felt when I lowered my wet, tight pussy down his huge pole, my muscles gripping, holding him inside me. As I gently rocked back and forth, he’d raise and lower my hips on his cock, pulling them in tightly against his crotch. After a while, Aiden would begin to moan when he felt my pussy muscles contracting around his cock. He’d caress my belly and squeeze my full, plump tits as I gently fucked him, edging me toward orgasm.

“Oh, God, Riley,” he’d whisper as he felt my pussy greedily holding him inside me. I could feel Aiden’s balls harden and tighten against his body when I began to ride him harder and faster. Aiden reached up and pulled me down onto his chest, my hard, pert nipples poking into his chest; holding my hips steady, he thrust upward into me as I started to cum. I could feel the warm spray of his cum as it drenched my pussy when he started cumming. He’d explode, igniting another orgasm deep inside me, forcing me to cry out his name, as it seized me.

We lay there quietly, talking for a long time with Aiden’s large warm hand between my legs.

I was on my back, my legs spread apart for him, as Aiden rose and maneuvered himself between my legs. I sighed deeply, my pussy growing wetter as the long, slow laps of his tongue flicked over my smooth, pink clit, coaxing it out of its hood.

He placed his cock at my entrance and pushed. Slow, shallow thrusting, I could feel the soft velvety channel of my pussy grip and caress the length of his hard cock as he fucked me. Amazingly, Aiden orgasmed again, and as his body began to calm, he started to pump into me, not stopping until he had brought me to a fulfilling climax.

“Uhmmmm, that was good, very, very good,” I said as I lay in Aiden’s arms, absently rubbing my still sensitive clit against his thigh.

I know it sounds impossible, I mean, he was so much older than me, he was Philip’s father, but I think I was falling in love with Aiden.

*****

Aiden wanted anal sex with me, and now that I was pregnant, his desire had increased. Perhaps the pregnancy hormones being pumped into my system, maybe a new adventurousness, I don’t know, but my interest and curiosity in trying ass sex also increased. I owed him so much, and I wanted to please him, to make him happy, but I was still a little hesitant to take that step. The last few times we were together, we had enjoyed reciprocal ass play, and once or twice I had given him prostate orgasms, I thought that would be enough, that everything was okay. But I was wrong. One night I awoke to him, trying to put his cock in me back there.

“Aiden? Aiden, what are you doing?” I asked sleepily.

He began to nervously laugh, saying, “The way you’ve been acting lately, you know like you wanted to try it, I thought maybe you . . .” but seeing the expression on my face, he stopped talking.

He started laughing again, obviously thinking this was funny . . . but I didn’t. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said. Still chuckling to himself, he pulled me to him and kissed me lightly on the forehead.

I was upset, but when he rolled on top of me and eased his long, thick cock into me, and started stroking, all I could think about was how good he felt inside me.

Over the next few days, I knew something was on his mind and could pretty much guess what it was, but neither of us wanted to talk about it. Early one evening after working late and closing up the office, he told me to undress and wait for him in Exam Room 6, the room furthest from the office’s reception area. Even though we were going straight home, I figured he wanted a quickie, so I did as he asked. He came into the exam room, and from his demeanor, it was clear he had come to some decision.

Taking me by my upper arm, he turned me around and bent me over the end of the exam table. I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter to the table.

“Aiden? Aiden, what are you doing?”

He took a large syringe out of his lab coat pocket, inserted it into my anus, and squeezed the plunger sending a large amount of what I assumed was canlı bahis siteleri lubricant gel inside me. He covered his finger with the same lubricant and began moving it in and out of my ass, working it in up to his first joint and stopped. It was uncomfortable, and truthfully, he was scaring me.

“Please, Aiden, stop,” I stuttered through sniffling tears, knowing full well what his intent was.

Ignoring my plea, he began stroking his finger again, deeper. After a few strokes, he pulled it out, and I could hear him behind me. With his left hand, he undid his pants, pulled out his cock, and began covering it with the lubricant. I could feel the sudden tightness in my chest and the rising panic at the realization that Aiden was getting ready to fuck me in my ass.

“No, no! I don’t want to do this.”

As I spun around trying to get away from him, in his annoyance and frustration, he pushed me a bit too roughly, and I fell back onto the exam table, and I swear for a man in his fifties, he was on me in an instant.

“No, Aiden, please.”

His grip grew tighter, and then he hesitated for a moment before he suddenly pushed his rock hard cock inside my pussy and began thrusting into me like a crazy man. It wasn’t about pleasure or tenderness; I wouldn’t let him have my ass, and he was angry. He was fucking me so hard that I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and his swollen cockhead rubbing against the tender walls of my pussy with each thrust. When he finally came, it seemed to go on forever. I lay there feeling each pulse of his cock as cum was forced deep into my pussy, covering my womb where his baby slept, and to my shame, I welcomed the warm sensation of his male essence as I came shivering and trembling in an unwanted orgasm.

When he finished . . . he collapsed next to me, exhausted. After a few minutes, he got up and helped me off the table.

I couldn’t stop crying. I had refused to do something that Aiden wanted, and crazily, I felt like a child who had disappointed her father.

He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly to him, his hands lingering on my naked body. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me. I’m sorry, Riley.” He kissed me, and I could feel him getting hard again, then he broke our embrace.

“Get dressed,” he said abruptly.

Though we slept in the same bed that night, it was a long, quiet night.

*****

The next morning was Saturday, and after waking, I looked over at him, and I could see he was hard, displaying impressive morning wood. I scooted down under the covers and, taking him in my mouth, gently nursed his cock until he began to moan and subtly thrust his hips.

“Oh, baby that feels good . . . what a way to wake up,” he said, running his fingers through my tousled hair and pulling my face into his crotch. As my head bobbed up and down on his shaft, I licked the length, letting the tip of my tongue slip inside his loose foreskin and trace the outline of his crown’s edge. When I let my teeth gently nip his cock, he stiffened, and in a hard, long ejaculation filled my mouth until he had drained himself.

Later that day, out by the pool, I lay naked, sunning myself, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun on my growing belly. Aiden had been rubbing oil on my body, and his hand was nestled between my legs, where he slowly masturbated me to the sound of my soft moaning. He was in a talkative mood and candidly said he had been disappointed when I did not want him to have anal sex. He had told me that when he was married, his ex-wife had never let him have anal with her, feeling it was perverted and unnatural. He said the urge to have me this way was strong, the fantasy of having pregnant anal sex was continually on his mind, and he wanted more than anything for it to be with me.

Taking my hand in his, he said, “If you feel that giving me anal sex is the one thing that you can’t do, then I won’t bring it up again.”

“No, Aiden, no, don’t do that. I think I was just afraid . . . but please, please, just try and be patient with me a little longer.”

“We’ll try it again, Riley. Hopefully, you’ll be able to show me just how willing and serious you are.”

I pressed my body against him and hugged him. “Oh, Aiden, I said, I just want to make you happy,” lifting my mouth upward for him to kiss, I could feel his warm hardness against my taut belly.

After a long pause, he looked at me, “so young, so pretty,” he said and let his fingers brush across and pinch my erect nipples, exciting me even more.

*****

My changing body aroused him, and as it changed and I became even more sexually eager for him, the emotional and physical intensity of our lovemaking increased. One day, Aiden worked later than usual and didn’t get home until almost eight o’clock. He came upstairs to our bedroom just as I had gotten out of the shower and placed a lovely silver colored ribbon wrapped little box on my nightstand.

“Here, open it,” he said, broadly smiling as he handed the box to me.

I opened the box, and to my surprise, it contained a beautiful pink jade butt plug. He bent and kissed me as he untied my robe, let it drop to the floor and gather at my feet.

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The music cuts off and the engine stalls silent. You look at me with a look of inquiry.

“Come on.”

I grin at your puzzled look as my seatbelt whirs away and I open the truck door. You scowl slightly at my lack of explanation but open your own door too. I walk to the back of the truck and drop the tailgate. Your brow knits together with growing puzzlement as I unlatch the tunau cover and flip it back.

“What are you doing?” You finally ask as I pull out two ratchet straps and hook them to the front of the box running the long ends back to the tailgate. I turn and kiss your pouty lips through a Cheshire grin, “Come here, you.” I say with a playful nip of your lower lip. I pull you against me, kissing you deep while my hands roam along your back. My lips are hungry against yours. My tongue, searching. My hands press you firmly against me, traveling down your back to cup your ass, grinding you against me. Those hands pull you to the tailgate, its edge pressed against your thighs, my body behind you, trapping you as I run my hands through your hair, kissing the back of your neck.

“Bend over.” With growing excitement you do as I say. I tie each wrist with one end of the ratchet strap, then crank them both tight, splaying you over the bed of the truck. Your face lies against güvenilir bahis the cool bed liner. The straps bite into your wrists. Goose bumps of anticipation tingle along your skin as I take my place behind you.

I flip your miniskirt up onto your back and hungrily grip your curves. Gravel sprays as I drop to my knees and run my lips along your cheeks. My stubble scratches, my lips sooth, my hands grasp tight with the lust I can scarcely contain. I travel butterfly kisses along the curves of your bottom, slowly drawing closer and closer to your centre. Your breath catches as my tongue flicks your most private little ring. My tongue traces your tight little bud in circles, sending thrills up your spine making you arch and clench your fists. With growing impatience the tip of my tongue pushes inside your ass, teasing it and wetting it drawing small moans from you. My calloused hands alternate between stroking and massaging your cheeks and gripping your hips while pulling you into me. Slowly my licker sinks deeper and deeper inside your tight ring of muscle.

You whimper your disappointment as my tongue leaves you. The gravel crunches beneath my boots and you hear the tell tale sound of my buckle being released and my zipper dropping. The swollen head of my cock burns against your teased türkçe bahis sensitive little star. You breath deep in a failed attempt to calm your trembling body and sizzling nerves. A sharp gasp of surprise tears from you as my girth forces deep inside your tight ass. Forcing that tight ring of muscles to stretch around my swollen head, to accommodate every inch of my throbbing shaft. You pull tight on the straps, then let out a low deep moan and all the tension leaves you as you lower your forehead to the truck bed.

My chuckle behind you sends small thrills through you. My hands grip your hips and you whimper slightly as I pull myself nearly free, then moan low and sultry again as I push forward, nestling deep inside your naughty place. Your knees weaken and you sag against the tailgate as I begin to thrust faster, thrust deeper. My hands roam up your back to grasp your shoulders, pulling you back into each savage thrust.

Your gasps and moans fill the air as my throbbing member fills your ass. Over and over, harder and faster driving into you with reckless abandon. The assault on your ass, the pressure of the tailgate, the friction of the bed liner and the biting of the straps blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. You pull at your restraints, push back on my shaft, arch your back güvenilir bahis siteleri and groan.

“Cum! Cum baby! Cum for me!” You gasp between wild thrusts. I reach between your legs and rub fast and frantic circles on your clit. “Oh fuck!” you cry, grinding desperately against my fingers, rolling my cock deep in your ass. “Oh fuck!” You cry again. I slip two fingers inside you, teasing your g-spot as my palm continues to crush your clit and my angry girth throbs in your ass, pistoning in and out. Your knees drop you, my fingers torment you as I thrust with growing urgency, pounding you into the truck, rocking it beneath us.

You pant franticly against the truck bed as your body is overwhelmed. Your eyes squeeze shut, your hands clench, your shoulders and arms tighten, your back curls, your legs shake, your toes curl and your thighs clamp as your pussy grips my fingers and your tight little asshole clamps around my enormous girth. With blinding light and a crashing wave you let out a groan of surrender as you’re swept away. I growl behind you and drive myself deep inside you one last time. You’re dimly aware of a warmth spreading inside you as you slowly come back down.

As the waves wash away I gently thrust a few more times before, growling with regret, I slowly pull myself from your tired ass, and flip your skirt back down. I release both of the ratchet straps and come around to the tailgate of the truck, lying out on the bed and pulling you up onto my chest.

“Some party.” You mumble and we both laugh.

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This story is dedicated to my darling Muse. You know who you are.

*

I strut by you, naked. My body is glistening from the sweat of my recent work out. “Going to wash up,” I toss over my shoulder and shamelessly wiggle my ass for your benefit.

By the time I reach the waterfalls, which serves as our shower, you have shed your clothes and followed behind me. We step under the sun-warmed water together and you wrap your arms around me, breathing into my ear. “I love the body that is Katiara. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You always say the sexiest things!

After we are sufficiently wet, you pull me just out of the cascading water and begin washing my back. You’ve turned us so that your back is against the rock wall and I am facing out, my back still to you. Your hand is slick with soap and glides down my back like silk. I can feel you, you are so turned on your erection prods me as you move. You slide your soapy hands up my arms and begin washing my shoulders, your slick fingers massaging. It feels so good I find myself relaxing. I force my eyes open with a hidden smile.

I step back, pinning you between the wall and my body and whisper, “Wash my chest and stomach now.” Your erection is trapped, pointing skyward, between the cheeks of my ass.

Your sudsy hands roam my chest, massaging each of my breasts. You flick your thumbs across the nipples then slowly drag your hands away. Sliding down my belly you slip a finger into my bellybutton and play with it. Your lips are at my neck, kissing and biting me gently. I love you kissing my neck as much as you love playing with my bellybutton and I begin to squirm with you still caught between my cheeks. I smile again, though you cannot see it, a wicked little thought forming.

My favorite past time is to invent new ways to blow your mind. My throat is husky as I whisper. “It’s time to wash my ass.” You twitch between my cheeks. You hesitate, expecting me to move but I stay pressed up against you. Finally, you get it and slide your soapy hand down between us to wash me. I squirm again, your slippery fingers brushing across my most sensitive areas.

As we became canlı bahis şirketleri soapier and soapier, I began to grind my ass against you in an erotic dance of sorts. From between my cheeks you slide over one cheek as I grind my hips one way then as I shift, you slide across to the other cheek.

I twist my hips and you rise up and over and then around one of my cheeks. Having come full circle, I trap you between my thighs, so that you are rubbing delightfully along my sex. I look down and can see your swollen head, peeking from between my legs. It’s glistening but from water or your own dew, I don’t know.

I raise one hip, pulling my thigh upward against you then I shift and raise the other hip, causing me to spin and twist around you. It feels so nice. I close my eyes, and moan. You twitch in response.

My back arches and I turn my head to kiss you. When I breathlessly break our kiss I stare directly into your eyes, my lips almost touching yours. “You want to fuck me, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

You nod but I want to hear you. “Say it.”

Your voice is hoarse as you answer. “Oh, Babe I want to fuck you.”

I kiss you and can’t conceal the smirk on my lips. I grind and twist against you again. “Where do you want to fuck me? And don’t you dare say ‘here’.” I know your smart mouth will seize the open ended question without a reprimand.

Without waiting for an answer, I ask, “My mouth?”

You are quiet, contemplating. My hot breath wafts over your lips, still nearly touching mine. “Mmm, ok then how about my…pussy?” Another little grind. No answer.

I smile again and whisper so you have to strain to hear. “My ass?”

I feel you twitch and hear you groan. I smile and kiss you, my lips barely brushing yours. “Good choice.”

My lips are still close to yours and I watch your face as I whisper, “One condition though. I get yours next.” then I bend forward, pivot my hips and free you from the confines of my thighs.

I feel your hand between us and you guide yourself to me. Slowly you work into me then abruptly stop. “You do it.” I hear you say. I push firmly back against you with your hands on my hips canlı kaçak iddaa to hold me steady.

I feel your head slip into me and gasp, stiffening in reflex. I force myself to relax and push back a little more. I have to stop. My body is screaming to me that I really have to go to the bathroom. Now! I fight the feeling and close my eyes, pushing again. Your thumbs are arcing back and forth on my hips but other than that you are utterly still letting me do the work.

Again I push back and feel my cheeks brushing your mat of curls. I stop and take a deep breath. The feeling of having to go to the bathroom is still there but it’s beginning to fade, being replaced with a more pleasant feeling of…fullness.

“I bet you have just a little more for me, don’t you, lover?” and I push back hard against you. You grunt as you slide the rest of the way into me and I hiss, “Yesss…I knew you would.”

“Your turn.” I groan once I’ve gotten used to your invasion. Slowly you begin to move uncertain what I can take. It’s stopped being uncomfortable and has begun to feel exquisite. I moan and begin to move with you but you’re still going slowly and our rhythm is off. You’re moving against me as if I will break and each time I push back, you pull away. I’m beginning to become frustrated. Finally I can’t take it anymore and looking over my shoulder at you, I scold. “Are you going to tease me all night or are you going to fuck me?” I buck my hips hard and fast against you.

Your hands tighten on my hips and then you are moving, your hips pounding fast and furious. The feeling is intense now, not at all painful. It’s not enough to make me come but I am, nonetheless, extremely turned on.

You grunt then draw in your breath with a hiss between clenched teeth.

“K – k- aatiiieeee,” you yell out as you slam into me one last time and release.

You pull out of my ass and pull me to you, my body flush against you. You have your lips pressed against the pounding pulse on my neck. “Gods, I love you, my Sa’amey. You never cease to amaze me.”

I turn in your arms. “I aim to please my love but I hope you don’t think we’re finished. You owe me, remember?” canlı kaçak bahis And with that I move behind you.

I begin to wash you, slowly and methodically beginning with your shoulders and working my way down your arms and back. I reach around and work the lather into your chest and your belly. I carefully wash your spent and still very sensitive cock. Sliding my hands over your hips I begin massaging the cheeks of your ass with my soapy palms. I slide my fingers down the crack of your ass and then carefully work the slick soap and into your puckered rosebud.

I push your upper body downward, with one hand splayed between your shoulders and the other on your hip, while at the same time pulling your lower body back toward me, until you are bent at the waist.

I make a fist and very carefully insert my thumb into your rectum, whispering, “My turn now…” My digit is well lubed, and I go slow. You stiffen but don’t try to stop me. “Relax.” I say soothingly. I continue caressing your back with my free hand.

Once I have my thumb buried inside you up to the last knuckle, I step forward and center the flat of my fist over my sex and loop my pinky around my clit.

With my free hand on your hip guiding you I begin pushing my thumb slowly in and out of you. Each time I push into you, my pinky tugs on my clit. Conversely, each time I pull out of you, my fingers slides back down. It’s very similar to what I do when my hands are stroking you and the sensation is driving me wild.

You groan and begin grinding your ass against my hand in a manner that tells me you are enjoying the experience. I lower my head and rest my cheek on your damp back and close my eyes. I lift one leg and draw it up to your waist and you scoop your arm around it holding me up. In this position, I am able to increase both the pace and the thrust of my movements. I moan and that first heady rush of lust washes over me. I remove my thumb and turn my hand so that I am now fully focused on my own pleasure. You feel my hand frantic against you and push back so that my fingers are forced harder against my body. “Aghhhh” I moan, drawing my orgasm out. Finally you feel me relax behind you and drop my leg, turning to catch me before my weakened knees give out.

You kiss me tenderly then help me back under the water to rinse off. You take a thick towel and dry me. Then, with your arm around my shoulders, lead me inside.

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So I come in from a long day at work and you approach me at the door. And you say, “hey beautiful, how was your day?”

“oh baby I’m so stressed and over-worked” I reply. You hug me, and kiss me on the forehead,

“Awww, I’m sorry baby. How can I help you relax?”

Well I can think of a few ways baby, but I need a hot shower first off.” I head in to our bathroom and began to strip down. You then peak your head in and say,

“what about a hot bubble bath for two? I can rub your shoulders.”

“That sounds wonderful baby! They are quite sore”. You come in and start to strip down and I notice you have half a boner because of your nudeness.

“Oh honey, are you excited to see me?” my pussy instant starts to get wet from seeing your cock.

“Yes I am sweety” cock getting harder as you assist me in the tub and you sit down and wait for me to sit. As I seat myself in front of you, I can feel your raging cock against my backside. You begin to rub my shoulders just the way I like you to and say, “how is this baby?”

“That’s great baby. Could you move over towards my collarbone though?”

“Sure baby” you kiss my neck and illegal bahis do as I’ve ask. You looked down my chest and see that my nipples are hard and pink.

Is someone getting excited?” you say as you start to play with them. My breathe hitches as you pinch them and I let out a soft moan. I feel one hand slide down to my clit while the other continues to play with my breast.

“oh god daddy” I began writhing beneath your hands as your expert fingers work their magic.

“Just relax baby”. You go in circles going harder and softer, and run your fingers between my lips going over the opening.

“oh please fuck my pussy with your fingers daddy!” at this point I’m panting and pushing my pussy into your hand. You tease by barely going in several times.

please daddy! I need it so bad!” I’m pulled closer to you and you shove your fingers, as far as they can go, into my pussy and play with my G-spot like a toy. I began to shake uncontrollably and squirt my cum in the water. You play with my pussy and I rub against your dick with my body making it harder. “oh my god it feels amazing baby” I push against your cock and then slide my legs underneath illegal bahis siteleri me and grab your hard, thick cock and start jerking it.

Freeze because I do it so well and in short breath sigh “oh my god yes”. All the sudden you feel my mouth wrap around the head as I Continue to jerk your dick. Your legs jerking from the strokes, and the feel of my mouth on your head and then your dick starts to pulse because it feels so damn good.

“Please cum in my mouth daddy!” I moan between sucking your pulsing head.

“Make me baby”. Then I began you suck and jerk you off as hard and fast as I can. “Come on baby. Don’t you want daddy to cum in your mouth?”

“mhmmmm!” my mouth too full to speak. You get closer and I can feel it pulse harder and you begin to moan. I go even harder because I am desperately thirsty for my daddy’s cum. Getting closer and closer and closer and finally it can’t be held in any longer and…You shot your cum deep in my throat and I moan and begin sucking harder as you began you twitch uncontrollably under me. Twitching uncontrollably under me pushing my head farther down on it. Making me gag on your cock which canlı bahis siteleri is getting my pussy soaking wet.

“Do you want my cock in your pussy baby?” I come up gasping for air.

Please daddy!

“”How do you want it baby?”

“Can your baby girl be on top?”

“Yes she can” I climb on top of you and begin riding your cock like a horse. You thrust deeper inside as I ride you.

“Oh god daddy! You’re stretching my pussy!” you start humping me while I’m riding that amazing cock. And I start moaning so loud and crying out your name while my hands claw at you shoulders. Abusing my clit with your fingers and pushing against my walls. At this point I’m riding you so hard that you balls are slapping against my ass. You push up with your pelvis and jerk down and come back and smack your balls against me as I fall on your dick and you continue to do that over and over again. I continue to rake your chest with my nails. “oh god daddy cum inside my pussy please!”.

You sit me up and lay me on my side and start pounding me as hard as you can. “OH MY GOD YES!! Fuck my pussy!! Give me all your cum!” you start getting closer and start to pulse. “Oh god I’m about to cum!” and my body begins to seizure. And it’s just the perfect timing with a couple of final thrusts you shove it as deep as it can go and explode all inside of my pussy. I suddenly collapse, panting and pleasured.

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Copyright (c) 2020 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental. All characters mentioned herein that participate in sexual activities are adults (18 years of age or older).

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The following is a follow on to a shorter story (Alarm Clock: Third Time is the Charm). It is a standalone story with a few minor references to the previous story which hopefully will not detract if the reader has not read the previous story. (Hint: go read The Alarm Clock series first.)

WARNING: There is some implied MM activity as one of the characters is bi. If you do not enjoy this type of sexual activity, please skip over those parts or turn around and close this story.

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We slept late and had to scramble to get ourselves ready to go, but we manage to hit the road only five minutes late. It was all because of our little romp this morning after that fucking alarm clock went off in the hotel room. Thinking back over it, it was not a complete waste as I got to enjoy my wife’s delicious ass twice, which was a first.

“Ok, so tell me about this party,” asked my wife as we were driving. “I’m afraid I am still a little fuzzy after all that wine last night.”

“Bob is a co-worker of mine that left to join the Klingons up here three years ago. We have stayed email and chat buddies anyway and last week he invited us to what he called a ‘Fuck the Virus Burger Burn’. Basically, it is Bob and his wife Cindy, their good friends Tom and Robin and us. All of us have been working from home and basically been in lockdown since March. They were going nuts not being able to see anyone so Cindy asked him to put some kind of party together for just a few people that have been living in a bubble like they have.

“So that’s why we drove the five hours up her last night after work. Now, why you decided to start drinking wine on the drive up last night is beyond me.”

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “It was stupid, but I had a shitty day to top off a shitty week during a really shitty month. Don’t worry. I am paying for it now.”

She then giggled and turned to kiss my shoulder. “But on the other hand, if we hadn’t decided to come up here, we would have been home. I would have still been drunk. The alarm clock wouldn’t have gone off at 5 in the morning and I wouldn’t have let you fuck my ass this morning.”

“Twice,” I added helpfully.

“Yes. Twice,” she said. “I also remember saying some things that would probably have been better coming out of the mouth of a $20 whore in the alley behind some cheap bar.”

“Hmmm,” I said. “I would have guessed that mouth belonged to a $50 whore—”

That’s as far as I got when she punched the same shoulder she had kissed a moment before.

“Ouch!” I said, “I was just kidding. Anyway, we are here.”

After parking, I picked up the bag with the bottle of wine (it had been 3 bottles of wine last night when we started) and cheese. My wife picked up the beach bag with our towels, suntan lotion and other stuff.

She finally turned and looked at the house and a “Wow!” escaped her lips. It was gorgeous. A long two story façade with a double garage faced the street. The landscaping was immaculate.

I glanced at my watch and saw we were five minutes early. Considering the state we were in 30 minutes ago, not bad work.

After ringing the doorbell, the door opened right away and there was Cindy, Bob’s wife. Oh my god, she hasn’t changed. Same model thin frame, same long blonde hair, same big tits, but something was different. There was a confidence now that she didn’t have three years ago. Three years ago Cindy would have never worn a teeny weeny white bikini like that, much less to answer the door. I think a washcloth has more material than all three pieces of that swim suit.

We stood there for a second frozen by our fear of new people that had been brought on by our lockdown isolation. Cindy broke it first, “Oh fuck it. Come give me a squeeze,” as she held out her arms for a hug.

I am not going to lie, she felt awesome to hold in my arms. Partly because of the amount of skin I was feeling and partly just because it felt good to touch and hold another human being after all this time.

We finally broke the clench and Cindy turned to my wife, holding out her arms the two women hugged. I am a guy, my dick started to stir.

When they broke, Cindy said, “Everybody is out by the pool. C’mon in.”

I lifted the goodie bag and said, “Wine and cheese.”

“Oh good,” Cindy replied. “Just put it on the counter in the kitchen when we go by, unless it needs to go in the fridge.”

I put the bottle of wine on the counter and the cheese in the fridge. When I caught up, Cindy had introduced us and was introducing the rest of the gang. In addition to Cindy, there was Bob her husband standing by the grill. Tall, canlı bahis şirketleri fit and with a little more grey than I remembered. Tom, about 30, long sandy hair, looked like a poster child for 80’s California surfers. His wife Robin was hot. I mean smoking hot. About 5 foot 8 inches, sandy blonde hair, my wife later said her measurements were 38C-24-35. We also found out that she was a part time lingerie model.

There was an extra couple. His name was Marco and his wife Phoebe. Marco was not real tall about 5 foot 9ish, I thought he had a wrestler’s build, which turned out to be true as he had wrestled in high school and college. His wife was a knockout. She was shorter than Robin with long dark brown hair that swept all the way to her butt. Her bust was smaller (34B-22-34 according to my wife) but they looked delicious in that fluorescent lime green bikini.

It didn’t take long for the group to split up into the boys and the girls. The boys congregated around the grill, which was coincidently next to the beer fridge in Bob’s outdoor kitchen. The girls sat in lounge chairs by the pool facing the sun. Bob asked what kind of beer and I asked about other choices. He dug into the freezer and pulled out what he called an ‘adult juice box’. It was a frozen margarita already made up with tequila. Bob handed me a plastic cup and said if it needed more kick, there was some tequila in the kitchen. As he closed the freezer door in the mini-fridge he warned me that was the last one outside, but there were more in the freezer in the kitchen.

The guys were talking sports, which to be honest bores me. I kept glancing over at the girls drinking wine and doing a lot of laughing. It has been a while since I had seen four hot women like that in person so I did a lot of glancing. It was during one of those glances that I got the shock and delight of watching Cindy pull off that tiny bikini top and lay back sunning herself topless. Robin was next, followed by my wife. Wait, MY WIFE just bared her hooters for all to see. I had just barely gotten over the shock when Phoebe followed suit too. Holy crap! The last time I saw 4 sets of rockin’ tits like that was four years ago when we took Miguel out for his bachelor party and ended up at that sleazy strip joint off the interstate.

I couldn’t believe the other guys weren’t staring and drooling but they kept on discussing whether or not the full football season would get played this year or not. Finally, Marco glanced over and then asked, “Hey Bob, do I have time to give Cindy that massage I promised her before lunch?”

Bob looked at his watch and said, “Sure. The potatoes won’t be done for another 20 minutes and I won’t start the steaks for at least 10 minutes.”

Marco got up and wandered over to the ladies. He and Cindy went over and jumped into the pool.

Bob turned to me and said, “Marco is a physical therapist at one of the med center hospital and he gives the fucking best massages. Cindy always tries to wheedle a massage out of him when we get together.”

I glanced over and Cindy was standing in the water with her arms folded under her head on the edge of the pool. Marco was behind her and appeared to be working on her neck and shoulders. I guess that’s why I wouldn’t be a good massage therapist. I’d be massaging her tits.

I turned to Tom and asked, “So Tom, now that I know what Marco does for a living, what about you?”

He laughed and said, “It’s pretty boring compared to that. I’m a district manager for a grocery store chain (he named the name, but I am not going to repeat it here in case any of his coworkers ever read this). I get to work from home thanks to this virus so I am really feeling naughty being out among people.”

“Here, here,” said Bob, saluting with his beer bottle, “I think we all feel the same. We are all in our own little bubbles. In fact that was what prompted this soiree. I read an article that talked about getting bubbles together safely. That’s why I picked you guys. You have each been working from home or you have to get tested regularly. Robin gets tested because she has to have a current negative test to go on the photo shoots. Marco and Phoebe work in a med center and they have to get tested weekly.” Nodding at me, he continued, “From our conversations both you and your wife have been working from home since the beginning. So I felt comfortable getting all of us together. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to go prep the steaks.”

I chimed up with, “Is there anything we can do to help?”

Bob grinned and said, “Nope. Just kick back and watch the master at work.”

“Ok, then I think I’m going to stretch my legs and check on my wife,” I said. Bob and Tom just nodded as I walked away.

As I walked over, I noticed that Marco and Cindy were really getting into it; they were making waves in the pool.

“Hi Honey,” I said as I approached my wife. “Are you doing alright?”

“Hey. I’m glad you are here,” she said cheerfully, “I need a little more suntan lotion.”

“Sure,” I said picking up the bottle, “Where would you like it?”

“Right canlı kaçak iddaa here,” she said. I looked and each index finger was pointing to the corresponding nipple. I heard Robin and Phoebe snickering.

Never let it be said that I’m not up for a challenge, especially a challenge from my wife. Tipping the bottle, I got a good glop drip onto my left hand and then rubbed my hands together before gently slapping them on my wife’s boobs.

“Ooooohhhh,” came from the two girl peanut gallery.

“No it’s ‘Aaaaahhhhhh’,” said my wife before breaking up giggling. I was really glad I was behind her lounge chair the way my swimsuit was tenting.

The sun screen was the thick oily kind like thick baby oil not the creamy nasty stuff that takes forever to rub in, so I was done pretty quickly. She tilted her head up and I kissed her forehead before running over jumping in the pool so I could rearrange the package.

As I surfaced, I heard Phoebe’s voice calling, “That looks good. I’m gonna go cool off too.” Seconds later there were three splashes as Phoebe, Robin and my wife all jumped in.

Moments later Phoebe turned her head and told me, “Sorry” as she flashed me a big smile. She was trying to climb onto one of the rafts floating into the pool and being so short she was at a definite disadvantage. The apology was because she backed her barely clad ass into my crotch and ground it in. I returned the favor and grabbed her by the hips, dry humped her a couple of times (can you dry hump someone in a pool?) and then lifted her up to the raft.

Marco must have finished the massage because Cindy turned and gave him a kiss before heading my way. Watching her walk through the water with her boobs bouncing with the waves in the pool made me readjust myself yet again. When she got to me, she put her arm around me and asked if I was having fun? I told her I was and then mentioned those feelings of being ‘naughty’ for being out with people and having fun.

“Oh, that’s not naughty, but this is,” she said with her eyes sparkling as she grabbed my cock through my swim suit. Continuing, she said, “Oh my, are you happy to see me or what?” giggled, then dove into the water like a porpoise and was gone.

Despite the best efforts of Phoebe and Cindy I managed to calm my dick down and I got out of the pool just as Bob announced, “The steaks are done and I’m gonna go get the potatoes.” From behind me I heard Robin yell back, “Wait for me. I need to get the salad ready.”

I watched Robin’s beautiful ass wiggle its way to the kitchen door to meet up with Bob. Realizing I was almost out of that first margarita I got out of the pool and padded off to the kitchen to raid the freezer. When I got to the kitchen Bob and Robin weren’t there, which I thought odd, but I raided the freezer and found the margaritas in the bottom of a drawer. As I stood up from the freezer (it was one of those freezer on the bottom fridges) I saw Bob and Robin coming around the corner. She was just wiping the side of her face with her finger and then licked the finger. I held up the margarita bag and said to Bob, “I hope you don’t mind me raiding your fridge.”

“No worries,” he said. After a brief pause, he continued and said, “Why don’t you grab a couple more and put them in the freezer in the mini-fridge. Then you won’t have to come all the way in here next time.”

I nodded and turned back to the freezer and retrieved two more. As I went out I could see Bob’s black swimsuit had a wet spot on the front of it. ‘Curious’, I thought and then dismissed the thought.

The steaks were great. The salad and the potatoes were the perfect accompaniment. Bob had brought a bottle of tequila out and poured a generous amount into my glass. That really kicked up the margarita.

When we were done eating, Cindy started to clear the table. I offered to help, but she declined saying, “Bob and I have this. Why don’t you guys go float about the pool for a while.”

Tom immediately chimed in with, “What about the rule that you can’t go swimming for an hour after eating?”

Cindy laughed then said, “If you drown, we’ll send flowers. Now git.”

We got, laughing.

I helped Phoebe get onto a float again. This time I let my hands slip and cup her breasts. She didn’t complain. She leaned over after she got settled in and kissed my forehead. I could feel my trouser snake coming to life again.

There were only three floats and Phoebe, Tom and my wife were the lucky ones that grabbed the rafts first. The two girls looked fucking awesome and Tom was definitely sporting wood, but by then so was I. I just wasn’t on a float with my dick pointing at the heavens.

Robin came over and put her arm around me. “Are you having fun?” she asked.

It must have been the alcohol because without thinking I answered, “Oh yeah. How could anyone not have a good time with four gorgeous almost naked women to stare at?” I could have died when I heard myself say that.

But she just grinned and gave me a squeeze.

Trying to recover and not seem like a creep, I continued canlı kaçak bahis a minute later. “Tom mentioned that you do part time lingerie modeling. How does that work?”

“Well,” she said slowly.” It all depends. There are two basic kinds. I have done modeling shoots for department store catalogs and online store catalogs. For those, you show up and somebody helps do your hair and makeup and then the art director has us all line up naked and hands us different sets of lingerie that her or she thinks would look good on us. Then we go back to the dressing room and change and wait until the photographer’s assistant calls us to go on set. The photographer shoots us. Then we go back and change and wait to get called out again.

“It’s pretty boring actually. The other kind is a little more fun.

“A photographer will call and say that he is setting up a private photo shoot. Sometimes, it is just for the photographer, sometimes it involves a few other photographers, typically amateurs and mostly men. Sometimes, it is just me. Sometimes there will be a few other models.

“When we will go in, I usually bring my own lingerie. Sometimes it is a fetish group and they want something specific and then they will usually supply the clothing.”

“You said ‘we’?” I asked.

“Oh yes, I always bring Tom along. Partly, because he likes to watch me work and partly for protection. There are a lot of creeps out there.” She wrinkled her nose as she said ‘creeps’.

“Oh,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind my questions. I don’t want to sound like one of the creeps. I just never knew a real live model before. Or at least I don’t think I have.”

Robin laughed and put her hand on my thigh. “Oh baby, you are not a creep. Plus I don’t get to talk about this much. So I am loving your attention.” Her voice lowered in a conspiratorial tone, “I should warn you, almost all models are attention whores, including me.” With that her laughter rang out and I joined in.

“I know you said most shoots are pretty boring, but does anything interesting ever happen?”

“You mean like sexually?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

I could feel my face blushing as I nodded.

She lowered her voice and squeezed up next to me. “Honestly, it does a lot more than I would have ever suspected. I think some of these photographers think we are all whore whores.”

I blinked, partly from the ideas spinning through my head from her words and partly because she had reached down and was squeezing my dick through my suit.

Continuing as if nothing was going on below the water, “For instance, two weeks ago Tom and I went out to this guy’s studio. He had another guy and a gal there. I initially thought the gal was going to be my photo partner. She was really cute, but she pulled out this huge camera bag and started setting up. The guy who organized it had me show the lingerie I had brought and the guys decided on the black nightie. The gal winked and asked if Tom was going to be part of the shoot.

“Tom looked surprised but said he could be if they wanted him. She said, ‘Maybe later when things heat up’. That’s when I knew this was going to one of those shoots.”

“I went off and changed and Tom hung back chatting with the guys. When I came back out, the gal took over and worked me through a series of poses, then had me drop the strap and let a boob fall out. Then the other one. Then she had me lie back on the couch and play with my boobs. She had me sit on the couch and slide down so the nightie rode up my thighs and then she had me start to rub myself through the lace panties. I was really getting hot. Then she had Tom ‘walk in’ and fake surprise at seeing me. After a minute or two she had him start to play with my tits and then pull my panties down with his teeth and lick me. I was really getting hot. She told Tom to stand up and had me undo his pants and suck his cock, which I did gladly. I looked over and the gal had dropped her skirt and had a hand into her panties. The two guy photographers had their dicks out and were wanking with one hand and shooting with the other.

“I waved the gal over and whispered an idea to her. She nodded and stood to the side shooting as she went behind the couch snapping shots of the two guys with their dicks out. She told them to get right into the scene and take close-up pics while she continued to shoot them. When they got close enough, I dropped Tom out of my mouth and turned to the closest guy and grabbed his cock and pulled him to my mouth. Tom did the same with the other guy and we started blowing our respective photographers.”

“Wait. Tom started eating the gal photographer?”

“Oh no, he was blowing the other guy photographer’s dick. Did I mention Tom is bi? He likes dick as much as he likes pussy. Sorry for any confusion.”

I think I stood there blinking for a second, and then said, “Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt, please continue.”

“Well it got a little crazy after that. I pulled my panties down and my guy got the hint. He licked me for a few minutes, then stood up and slid his dick into me. By this time, Tom’s guy had blown his load and was beginning to suck on Tom. I waved the gal over and told her to lie on the other end of the couch and told Tom to fuck her. She passed her camera over to Tom’s guy and told him to get ‘Some good shots’.

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*Head’s up: This is the story of a married pregnant woman who has sex outside of wedlock. If this kind of kink does it for you, please enjoy. Thank you, Roxy.

Thank you to La Rascasse and jsragmanus for their tremendous help. Any mistakes are mine.

*****

PRE-PREGNANCY

Brianna and Kurt had a great sex life. They tried to fuck every day, and they had names for every day of the week: Suck-it Sunday, Massage Monday, Turn-on Tuesday, Wicked Wednesday, Back-way Thursday, and Spanking Saturday. Today was Face Fuck Friday, which meant Brianna’s mouth was going to be aching the next day.

Married for five years, Kurt and Brianna still kissed like the high school sweethearts they were. Kurt ran his hand up Brianna’s shirt as his lips claimed her, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth the way he planned to shove his cock into her later. He tangled her arms as he pulled off her shirt and bra, desperate to get to her breasts.

Brianna had luscious breasts, and Kurt never tired of things to do with them and ways to play with them. If he took his time and exercised extreme patience, he could bring Brianna to orgasm with her big tits. He squeezed her full breasts and licked her nipples, which turned to firm buds under his tongue. He tasted the delicious vanilla lotion she slathered on them and smelled her feminine lavender perfume. Everything about her screamed woman and made him want to devour her.

Lately her tits felt bigger and more succulent than ever. Maybe she was gaining weight. He didn’t care. He relished the feel of her tits filling his mouth from rooftop to tongue, from cheek to cheek, with lots spilling over outside his lips.

Kurt slid his mouth down Brianna’s belly, hungry to get to her pussy. She shaved and was soft, a feast for his mouth. She smelled sweeter than usual, making him hungrier to lick every inch of her. He pushed her ass up off the bed and squeezed her round ass cheeks together. He slapped one for the sheer pleasure of hearing her squeal. He spread her cheeks apart to find her asshole winking at him. He leaned a thumb against that puckered hole and massage her until she moaned. He spit on his fingers then stretched her out. “Baby, hold your ass cheeks open.”

Brianna reached down and held herself open for him.

Kurt used two fingers to spread her hole apart, rubbing them around the wrinkled circle as he went. She moaned at the intrusion of his fingers and lifted her ass higher in the air. He spread her apart as wide as he could then spit inside her, using his saliva to wet the entire outer ring of her hole. He stuck one finger in to his third knuckle and thrust it in and out. When she started to moan, he joined the first with a second finger, moving them both in and out and in circles around her ass. This made her buck her ass deeper onto his hand. He hadn’t taken her ass yet, but he intended to soon. She needed to work up to it, and judging from her reaction, she was getting there.

He was getting hungry for her pussy. He sniffed her sweet womanly smell. Her pussy smelled delicious and called to him. He slid his fingers out of her asshole and moved his lips up to her cunt. He ran his lips along her slit then parted her fat lips with his fingers. Fuck, her hole looked like heaven. He thrust his tongue inside her and ran it around, collecting as much of her nectar as he could scoop with his mouth.

He exchanged his tongue for his fingers, sliding them deep into her hole, then moved his mouth up to her aching clit. He teased it out of its hood then sucked it with a vacuum pressure. Squirming under his mouth, she grabbed the back of his head to demand that he apply more pressure to her clit. Her grip on his head pushed his fingers in deeper, aching for contact with her G-spot. He bent his fingers and massaged her tender area, sending her into ecstatic overdrive. She thrust her hips into his mouth, screaming and moaning his name, sweating and coming on his face. Rainbows of stars danced before her eyes and her backed arced as she tried to grind her cunt deeper into his face. As she cascaded back down, Kurt pulled out his fingers and removed his mouth. It was Face Fuck Friday, and it was his turn.

Kurt was painfully hard. He helped Brianna slide down on the bed and position her head beneath his cock. He started off slow, holding her by the head and easing his dick into her waiting mouth. His hair tickled her nose and his balls bobbed off her chin. His scent was musky and raw, not unlike his desire.

After a handful of thrusts, he was too turned on to be gentle. He grabbed her hair and slammed his cock into her throat. He loved the sounds of her gagging and coughing around him. Her gags tightened her throat around his head, turning him on even more. He let go of her hair and leaned over her on all fours, fucking her mouth with the strength of his hips.

She tried to push on his hips to give her some space, but it was his day, and he was going to take what he needed. He rammed his cock deeper and harder into güvenilir bahis her throat. His lower back ached with the pressure and his balls tightened with his preparation. At last, he shoved his dick in deeper than ever, savoring the feel of his cum gathering at the base of his dick and shooting out into her throat. Brianna accidentally inhaled the cum, drawing his dick even deeper. He was a man on fire, his dick aching from the pleasure focused there.

When he finished fucking his wife’s face, he brought his cock to her mouth. He slapped it on her tongue, demanding that she clean it off. She sucked it like a thirsty slut, running her tongue in his hole to make sure she got all his juice out. He savored the feeling and was already thinking about next week’s Face Fuck Friday.

What they did not realize at the time is that there would be no Face Fuck Friday for at least nine months. There was a reason Brianna’s tits felt bigger: she was pregnant. And after two miscarriages, there was no way Kurt was letting her do anything to risk harming this baby.

MONTH 1

Brianna was already over being pregnant. Sex was important to her. She loved the taste of cum, loved squirting, loved being spanked, loved riding her husband hard. They had a great sex life and made a game of it. Kurt always joked that she had the sex drive of a porn star.

That didn’t change when she found out she was pregnant, but her husband’s willingness to satisfy her changed. From the moment they saw the little pink plus sign on the pregnancy stick, her husband wouldn’t go near her. Said he was afraid to hurt the baby.

He also wanted her to cut back on exercise, something that kept her sane, especially when Kurt was traveling and she wasn’t getting any.

Brianna tried to assure him there was no risk. “I’ve talked with my OB/GYN, and she says there’s no harm to the baby for us to have sex and for me to exercise while I’m pregnant.”

Kurt was having none of it. “You’ve already had two miscarriages. I’m not willing to take that risk.”

She was incredulous. “So we wait nine months to have sex?”

“Actually, there are these magical things called hand jobs and blowjobs. You can keep me satisfied until the baby comes.”

“Kurt, first of all, you’re not even listening to what the doctor said. And second, there’s no reason you can’t keep me satisfied too. There’s this magical thing called cunnilingus.”

“Babe, you having an orgasm is bad for the baby. We’ve already lost two. Why take the risk of losing another so you can get off for a few months?”

“That’s not true, according to the doctor.”

“The doctor isn’t the one who had to deal with losing two babies.”

Brianna was speechless. Kurt wanted to make sure he still got his blowjobs and hand jobs, yet he had no consideration for her needs? And he was oblivious to the fact that her hormones were racing and her pussy was screaming for attention.

Though irritated by his insensitivity, Brianna didn’t want to be as insensitive to him as he was to her. Besides, she had seen his secretary, and Kurt wouldn’t be above roaming if he wasn’t getting what he needed at home.

And thus began the endless loop of Brianna performing blowjobs and hand jobs to please her husband while her hormones raced unchecked and unsatisfied. Every time Kurt moved her hand to his dick or pushed her head toward his groin, she resented his insistence on abstinence. Why couldn’t that dick be inside her pussy instead of her mouth or her hand?

MONTH 2

Brianna decided that if she couldn’t have sex, she would have the next best thing: a parade of hunky workmen in and out of her house. Last year they had a contractor, Jeff, and his team install a deck on the back side of the house.

Jeff was built exactly how she liked them: tall, muscular, handsome. She asked Kurt if they could have the far side of the house worked on: remodel the kitchen, prepare the baby’s room, and refurbish the den. She explained that it would be easier to have the work done before the baby came, plus she needed something to occupy her time. With no fucking and no exercising, Brianna was going stir-crazy. Sucking off her husband at his every whim wasn’t doing it for her.

They had plenty of money, so Kurt didn’t care. “Keep a close eye on them to make sure they’re getting it done right.”

He didn’t have to worry; she had every intention of keeping a close eye on the workmen, especially Jeff.

Since Jeff was in charge, Brianna arranged to meet with him on Mondays and Fridays when he stopped by to check on the projects. Jeff tried to explain to her their plans for the projects, but it was hard for her to focus. She cared about what was in his pants, not what was in his mind.

She imagined him kicking off his work boots, unzipping his jeans, and climbing on top of her. He would smell like sweaty masculinity and wood chips. He would fuck like a hard-working man claiming her lips. He would spread open her lower lips, demanding her cunt türkçe bahis for himself. He would pierce his tongue into her, thrusting it in and out to give her a taste of what was to come with his cock. He would lift her hood with his thumb, then tweak her clit, running his tongue around it, and finally sucking it in hard with his mouth. He would insert two calloused fingers into her sensitive hole, taking her breath away with their rawness. She would relax as he curled them back, finding her G-spot and rubbing her there.

She would reach down to grab his shoulders, her warnings that she was about to come. Her liquid would squirt all over his face, his hands, his chest. Her back would arch as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, covering her eyes as diamonds of lights flashed before them. When she slid down from her climax, Jeff would make his way up to her, his dick firm and ready to penetrate her.

She pictured his big cock sliding inside her, thrusting in until he filled her completely. He would pull back out until his bulbous head teased her firm clit and her weeping lips. He would fuck her like this—hard in, then slow out. He would fuck her until her pussy felt like it was swallowing him whole, until she grabbed his ass to demand deeper contact with his cock, until she screamed his name, until her mind drifted to a land of its own. Feeling her orgasm and after waiting too long, Jeff would find his release, shooting his hot seed deep in her pussy. He would fill her with multiple jets of cum until she came again to the pulse of his orgasm. He would keep himself jammed insider her as long as he could, riding out her contractions to prolong her climax. When her contractions subsided, he would slide out of her and let his sated cock rest on her leg as he held her to him.

Whenever Brianna had these fantasies—in bed after Kurt left for work, in the shower, in the bath—she put one hand down to her pussy, fingers pressed deep in her hole, massaging her G-spot, and the other hand squeezing her clit with demanding, almost painful pressure. The combination was intoxicating, and she fucked herself to her fantasy of Jeff until she squirted all over her hands.

When they first started working together, she was newly pregnant and wearing the loose, comfortable clothes of a woman adjusting to her growing body. Jeff didn’t even recognize that she was pregnant until she started talking about the baby’s room. When the baby’s room came up, Jeff got quiet and had a hard time making eye contact with Brianna. They went to the room to discuss paint colors, shelving, and other features that she would need for the baby. Jeff seemed distracted and anxious to leave. Brianna couldn’t understand what was up with him and figured he had a personal history involving a child. She thought she would ask about it when the time seemed right.

What she didn’t know was that Jeff had a raging fetish for pregnant women. He wanted to touch them, wanted to feel them, wanted to fuck them. He couldn’t get enough of pregnant women. Everything about them made him horny. Finding out that Brianna was pregnant made his dick hard and the rest of him turn to mush. Every time he saw her, which was at least twice a week, was like a small torture for him and a stranglehold on his dick. He wanted to throw her to the ground, fuck her hard, and impregnate her all over again. She made him wild, and being around her burned his skin.

MONTH 3

As the house was crawling with more and more workers, Brianna’s sex drive was on the rise. She tossed her baggy new-mom clothes in favor of tight sexy-mom clothes. During her meetings with Jeff, she made a point of leaving her bra off and covering her growing breasts with thin tank tops. She noticed him looking at her breasts, which wasn’t surprising, but also her stomach, which did surprise her. Jeff’s attention turned her on, and she thought about him when she touched herself. Jeff was hiding a story, and Brianna hoped to get to the bottom of it.

Brianna was a petite woman, but Kurt was a big guy. She was going to have a big baby, and her belly was growing fast.

Since Kurt wouldn’t pleasure her, she learned to pleasure herself with vibrators. She had a collection of them: a lifelike one with veins and balls, one that would suction on the edge of the tub, a rabbit, a banana, a tulip. You name it, she had it.

She was a horny pregnant woman and fucked those vibrators until they were coming apart at the seams. The suction cup was her favorite. She could suction it to the edge of the tub and ride it like a dog in heat. It looked like a real cock and balls, 9″ insertable, making her fantasize about riding Jeff’s giant cock while his balls slapped against her ass. She pictured the veins running down his cock, the blood engorging him, the balls loaded with cum. She fucked it hard and deep. She would squeeze her tits, picturing Jeff’s hands fondling her there. She imagined him wrapping his arms around her belly, rubbing her, and telling her how beautiful she looked in güvenilir bahis siteleri all her female glory. He would kiss her and pull her tongue into his mouth, showing her what he intended to do with her clit. She would hold back as he lifts her off his cock, slowing down her orgasm, forcing her to beg for her release.

After so much foreplay, he would shove his whole dick into her pussy, tip to root. He would thrust into her, grinding down her resistance until she cried out in joy. She would imagine his cum shooting out of his balls, running through his shaft, and hurtling into her pussy. She would grind her pussy on the dildo and dream about Jeff until her juice dripped down the vibe and she flew off in ecstasy, picturing Jeff spreading her wide and taking her to climax.

The rabbit was perfect for everyday use, as it fucked her up her channel and massaged her clit at the same time. She imagined Jeff’s fingers buried deep in her cunt as his mouth suckled and circled her clit exactly how she liked it. If only Kurt were better at that. If only Kurt would do anything at all for her in the bedroom.

The banana and tulip she used together, slamming the banana into her cunt while the tulip sucked on her clit. She had screaming O’s with that combination, sweating and heaving as she came.

She wondered if Jeff was half as good in real life as he was in her fantasies. Maybe one day she would find out.

MONTH 4

Brianna was growing tired of her standard vibrators. She started buying higher-end vibrators, one that sucked her clit while it fucked her pussy and one that penetrated her pussy without her having to exert any effort. They felt better, but she still craved a real man’s touch—long fingers, a firm penis, a talented mouth.

Meanwhile, Brianna continued her twice weekly meetings with Jeff. Jeff was curious about her pregnancy and often asked how she was feeling. One day, Brianna brought up Jeff’s fascination with her growing belly. “Jeff, I’ve noticed you look at my tummy a lot. Especially as I’ve gotten bigger.”

Jeff didn’t want to tell her that he had a fetish for pregnant women and that her fresh, creamy smell was driving him crazy. He laughed and said, “Pregnant women make me smile. It’s a beautiful thing to carry another life.”

“Wow, I’ve never heard a man put it that way.”

“I guess that’s how I look at it. You’re a beautiful woman, and it’s especially beautiful that you’re carrying a baby.”

“I’m so flattered. That’s a kind thing to say. I don’t feel beautiful these days.”

“You should get used to hearing people say that, because you are beautiful. Your pregnancy adds to it.”

Brianna felt like a million dollars to hear that someone thought she was beautiful, especially someone she had the hots for.

She wondered if Jeff thought about fucking her the way she thought about fucking him. Her pregnancy made her unbearably horny. It also made her feel reckless, out of control. She almost felt like she was going to make a move on him. But sensibility got the better of her. She reminded herself that she was a married pregnant woman, and she went to take a cold shower. She brought a waterproof dildo. Just in case.

MONTH 5

Brianna’s vibrators were not working. “I’m going to lose my mind. There’s got to be an alternative.” Brianna saw a ride-along sex machine advertised and decided that was the answer for her need to get off. But she needed a room to store it in without Kurt knowing.

She asked Jeff to build her a craft room and to prioritize the project. Jeff hadn’t seen Brianna do anything crafty, and there wasn’t anything crafty in the house, so he was curious what kind of crafts she did. Regardless, he got his crew working on the room and had it finished within a week.

Jeff and his crew did a great job on Brianna’s craft room. When UPS showed up with the machine, she sweet talked James from Jeff’s crew into bringing it to the room and unboxing it. Without the vibrators attached, it was impossible to tell what it was.

It was horse-style saddle with various vibrators that could be attached to it. Brianna waited until all the workmen were out of the house to try it. And good thing, because it made her scream like she hadn’t fucked in months. The first time she tried the machine, she knew she made the right choice.

She slid her cunt onto the biggest, most realistic dildo. It ground up to her cervix, tickling her there. She rubbed herself on it without turning it on to enjoy the sensation of a huge cock filling her up. She thrust her pussy onto the dildo, feeling the vibrations zing through her body in a powerful force that sent her off the cliff. And that was with the vibrator on low.

The machine quickly became her new best friend. She loved how it vibrated under her pussy, with the dildo penetrating her deep into her hungry channel. She used the remote control to adjust the speed, going slow and then faster, and controlling the depth and breadth of her orgasms. She came in a cataclysm of light, her body flying off the machine and floating above itself. A rainbow of colors flared before her eyes as her pussy sank back to reality around the giant cock. When she finished, she was a puddle of sweat—happy, glorious sweat.

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Most of my followers here know that I am a married woman in my mid-thirties and that I live in southern England. Although I have not (yet) been unfaithful to my husband, I have a co-writer on Literotica with whom I share my fantasies, and he helps me write them up into stories. The story I present here is based entirely on a fantasy of mine. It is not true, but a dark side of me would like it to be. I know I am far from alone in having what is often referred to as “the slut fantasy”. The idea of being taken by a stranger while my unsuspecting husband lives on in ignorance would probably not be very practical or attractive in real life, but it is a common fantasy among married women, and the thought of it one day happening has been a useful turn on during sex with my spouse. I hope you enjoy reading it. It is intended for my female followers more than for my male followers, but my co-writer assures me that both could enjoy it at various levels.

The story I’m telling doesn’t yet have an ending, so forgive me for telling it now. The truth is I just need to get it down on paper now while it still feels fresh and exciting because I have a feeling what I’m doing right now will soon fade into the past and I’ll wonder what I ever saw in it. But that doesn’t take away any of the raw excitement, or the wickedness. Perhaps that will need to be addressed in additional ways in the weeks and months ahead. We’ll see.

I’m Hannah. I’m twenty years old and I live in England, not far from London. I’m completing my studies this year and will soon be a member of the legal profession, though not actually a fully-fledged barrister (perhaps one day I might take my bar exams, but for now I’m content to be slightly further down on the ladder while I work out what exactly I want to do in life). I’m in a long-term relationship with Colin. He’s ten years older than me, and works in the design department of a racing car team. Through Colin, I’ve got to meet quite a lot of celebrities over the past two years that we’ve been dating. Colin says that it’s my looks that got me those meetings, and that’s very flattering, but I wouldn’t have been in a position to receive invitations to A-list parties and events if I wasn’t associated with the Formula One crowd through Colin, so I owe him that. I should say right now that I know very little about racing cars. But I do know that roughly 90% of the men in Formula One that I’ve met are sexist to the point of ridicule. Girls are in the sport simply to look flashy and enhance the appearance of the cars and the men who drive them. On two occasions, I’ve been mistaken at events for a chassis dolly – the term Formula One teams use to describe the models who are hired to lounge on cars’ body works and look sexy. Most of the time I’m ignored. But I’m fine with that. It’s not really a part of my wicked little secret except to give you the background to Colin and me.

Colin met me while I was still at school. I was at a friend’s 18th birthday party and he was there because he was a friend of her older brother. We chatted and danced together a bit, and although he was 28 and I was 17 I remembered thinking he was nice. Two months later when it was my own 18th party I asked my friend at whose party I’d met him to invite him, and he turned up mid-way through the evening with a huge bunch of flowers for me. Very sweet.

It would be romantic, I guess to say that Colin took my virginity and we’d been faithful to each other ever since, but the truth was I’d already been had by two different men that day – barely hours before Colin walked in with his floral gift. The first was Mr. Du Pont, my physics teacher, who deflowered me during a lunchtime tryst at his flat. The second was Bruce, my best friend’s boyfriend, who’d been flirting with me for the previous two weeks since we’d gone to the cinema as a group and he’d ended up sitting next to me and spent half the film stroking the inside of my thigh under my skirt (Carla was on the other side and oblivious to what he was doing). I’d been shocked when I first felt that hand wandering over to my leg as I was trying to take in the plot of Skyfall, but I’d sat still and let it happen and from that moment on I couldn’t get Bruce’s naughty behaviour out of my head.

Bruce waylaid me during my birthday afternoon, as I was walking home in my school uniform, pussy still full of the cum Mr. Du Pont had ejaculated into me three hours earlier on his sofa – and thoughts running through my head of how I’d lain there gasping for breath my legs wide open and my knees resting on his shoulders as he pounded my virginal pussy with his thirty-something year-old naked cock. Bruce took my hand silently and I let him lead me to his motorbike. He’d planned something. He had brought a second helmet and I put it on and got on the saddle and clasped my hands around his tummy. We rode off to what I later learned was his sister’s flat. She was in Dubai for the week and had asked him to water the plants so he had the key. He led me inside the flat, which was sparsely but tastefully decorated with pictures on the walls of semi-clad canlı bahis şirketleri Arabian women in seductive poses (I wondered if Bruce’s sister was a lesbian). Bruce didn’t say very much. We both knew why we were there. He made me stand in front of him while he undressed me. When I was completely naked he kissed me – still fully dressed himself, and took me into the bedroom. I sat on the bed while he undressed. I felt some of Mr. Du Pont’s cum leak out of me. I wasn’t sure if Bruce would notice it and comment, but he said nothing. When he was completely naked he came and sat down next to me on the bed. We kissed and I felt his hand reaching for my pussy. I didn’t want that and tried to delay him by holding his hand but he wasn’t to be denied. He stroked my pussy and evidently mistook the oozing cum from Mr. Du Pont for my own love juices. His cock was erect and I put my hand on it and closed my fingers around it. I bent down and kissed it and then took it completely into my mouth. I knew nothing about how to give a blowjob (Colin taught me all that in the months ahead), but whatever I was doing Bruce seemed to like it. He pushed me gently down on the bed and I parted my legs to let him slide between them. Instantly I felt his cock nuzzle its head against my pussy lips. I sighed as he pushed it gently in and repositioned himself so he could thrust in further.

He started thrusting in and out and I realised this was probably his first time fucking someone, as I knew Carla wouldn’t let him do this. I felt slutty and kissed him hard on the mouth as he thrust harder. He came very quickly and stayed in me – buried up to the hilt as his quivering cock emptied its contents into my newly ravished cunt.

“Fucked twice in three hours by two different men,” I thought to myself. “This will probably never happen again.”

That was the one and only time I let Bruce fuck me, but it was exciting to have that guilty secret – and I enjoyed the slutty looks he would give me whenever Carla, Bruce and I were out together and she was distracted for a few seconds. Perhaps that’s why what I’m doing now works for me. It appeals to the same sense of disdain for social norms. I like breaking rules.

Colin and I dated for a few weeks before he dared to ask me to go further than a peck on the cheek. He was definitely inhibited to a degree by the age difference between us. If he’d known I was continuing to fuck my physics teacher at lunchtimes I’m sure he would have been bemused by his own reticence, but he never knew. And by the time the Easter holidays came and went Mr. Du Pont was no longer at the school. Apparently, I had not been the only schoolgirl he was fucking, and he had been careless enough to use a music practice room for one of his liaisons and had been discovered by Mrs. Amos, the Head of Music.

You may have heard a version of this scandal if you live in Surrey. It was quite a story for the newspapers, though I don’t think it was carried nationally. The incredible thing was it was entirely possible that even at that point that Mr. Du Pont might have got away with his outrageous behaviour. But it turned out that Mrs. Amos wasn’t there by chance. She and Mr. Du Pont had also been having an affair for the past year, and she had come to one of their secret trysts in the music practice rooms. Either he or she had made a mistake about the date of their agreed next meeting and she walked in on him to see him thrusting his cock into the cunt of one of her star pupils as she stood there bent over a kettle drum with her school skirt raised up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles.

It wasn’t Mr. Du Pont’s impropriety that Mrs. Amos reported him for, it was his betrayal of her! Of course she had to go too, but it did seem a bit unfair that Mr. Du Pont had fucked at least eight of the sixth form girls – regularly and without regret for the best part of a year (he’d been careful to wait until each of us turned eighteen so technically none of this was illegal) and yet the head of music had only had him, yet they still got the same punishment. Shortly afterwards I heard that her husband divorced her and she moved away. Mr Du Pont got a job in a software company and continued fucking at least one of the girls from my class for another year or so.

I didn’t regret not having Mr. Du Pont as a lover any more. He had taught me a lot – and he was always gentleman enough to make me cum first before spurting his seed into me, but it had begun to be a bit of a game to him, not an emotional encounter. He would ask to keep my panties as a trophy, or take a photograph of me on his phone as he was fucking me. At one point he came all over my breasts and smeared it into my skin. I had to go through the entire afternoon sticky and smelling of his cum – and I had him for physics during that afternoon so I sat there feeling like a helpless conquest. I later realised that he had fucked at least seven other girls in my class – and there were only eleven girls in the entire set.

Colin took me away from that. Sex with him was mutually satisfying. canlı kaçak iddaa I’m sure he got a thrill out of having a teenaged girlfriend at the age of 28, but he never made me feel like a whore. In retrospect, maybe that was part of the problem. I had a yearning I had not learned to recognise or identify.

One night, lying next to Colin as he snored away following an hour of fairly rough sex, I realised I was nowhere near ready for sleep. I reached over to my bedside table thinking I might flick through social media for half an hour, and picked up my iPad. Without even thinking it through I found myself typing “Sex chat” into the search bar. The number of hits surprised me. I found one that looked less likely to fill my screen with spam and scrolled through some of the guests. It was a worldwide site, and most of the guests online at that time were in America. I guess it was about 2 AM here in England. I clicked on one and within seconds I got a message from a guy in Pennsylvania saying “Hi cutie. Love the bedsheets!”

It was then I realised the webcam was on and a complete stranger in America was looking at me lying in bed next to my sleeping lover. I also realised that my heart had started pounding really hard. My throat was dry. I clicked off and sat in the darkness catching my breath. This was exciting. There was no hint of sleepiness in my mind now.

I composed myself for a few minutes and sipped a glass of water from my bedside table. I rearranged the duvet and clicked on again. A few guests came and went, and then another guy (I had noticed there were almost no women there – although some of the avatars were impossible to sex) came on. This was Randy from Minnesota. The camera was on. He lost no time. “Hi girl. Want to rate my dick?” he typed.

My god! What a pervert! Flashing his dick to complete strangers on a chat room site? How gross!

“Sure.” I typed back. “Show me”.

Randy from Minnesota stood up and revealed he was naked from the waist down. His dick stood half erect pointing at the screen. I blew him (and his dick) a kiss.

“Want to show me something of yours?” he typed.

I moved the iPad to show the sleeping Colin lying next to me.

“LOL,” typed Colin. “Show me your pussy.”

I flushed. The blood ran to my face. Instinctively, I hit the button at the top of the chat feed that read “Stop Chat”. The screen went blank for a second and then the menu screen flashed up again.

“Why the fuck did I do that?” I asked myself. “This is fun, harmless and exciting. Colin need never know”. In fact, Colin’s sleeping presence provides in equal measure a bit of calming reassurance and a sense of enhanced wickedness about this whole thing. Why not show a complete stranger my pussy? It’s not as if he could rape me through the screen.

I steeled myself. I took another sip of water and clicked “Next Chat”. It was Pete from California. He was in a back yard in brilliant sunshine. I checked the clock. It must be late afternoon where he was.

“Hi, Hannah!” he had typed. “What brings you here?”

Fingers shaking, I typed back

“Hi Pete.” Then added. “Just curious I guess. First time on here.”

“Welcome, then Hannah.” he replied. “In that case, this is my lucky day. You’re a chat virgin. Did they explain to you about the forfeits?”

I smiled and then typed “No, they didn’t. What’s that all about?”

“Well, basically, you have to do whatever I ask for the next ten minutes. You cool with that?”

“Sure” I typed. And I thought to myself “Here goes”.

Four minutes later I was sitting up naked in front of the screen with the webcam inches from my pussy as I rubbed my clitoris with two fingers and typed short replies to Pete with the other hand. On the screen I could see him still sitting out by his pool but with his penis out and jerking himself off while he watched my orgasm building.

Pete came first. From 5,000 miles away I watched as a gush of white cum spurted from his erect dick while I built my own orgasm in stages under my probing fingers. When I finally came I mouthed “I’m cumming” at the screen. Pete didn’t see me as he was too busy cleaning himself up, but it didn’t matter. I had cum in front of a complete stranger thousands of miles away with my unsuspecting boyfriend slumbering peacefully on. It was wickedly exciting, and I knew I would want more.

Over the next few nights I repeated the experiment in front of strangers from Germany (some very late night owls there!), Iceland, Canada and Brazil. The Brazilians were the best. There were four of them. And even though that night Colin was away, I wore headphones and heard them cheering me on while I gasped and panted and brought myself to the most intense orgasm I could ever remember having. I watched them jerk

off in front of me – university students by the look of them cheering as each of them came on the floor and swilled down chilled beer as though watching a nightly sports game – which on reflection it probably was to them.

The feeling after each of these encounters was canlı kaçak bahis the same – a dirty, slutty shaming feeling that I knew would last until the next night when the red blood would once more pump around my veins as I trawled the net looking for my next exhibitionism venue. I went on like this for about three weeks before I met Ian.

Ian was unlike all the other chat room inhabitants. For a start his on-screen avatar was a blank, black space.

I found that intriguing. I couldn’t see him or even an avatar representing him. I was forced to imagine what he looked like. I also found his first question intriguing. Instead of saying “hi” or “hello” or the abbreviation “asl?” that I’d come to learn meant “age, sex, location?”, he simply said “Feeling sharp?” When I typed “Sure”, he instantly posted a brain teaser. I’d seen it before so I got the answer right (at the risk of boring you it depended on you understanding that square roots can be negative numbers) and he wrote back with

“Smart girl. Want to claim your reward?”

I typed “hahaha” and waited. He kept me waiting three or four minutes and I thought he’d disappeared but his activity monitor was still showing as present so I hung in there. Soon enough he wrote back.

“Tell me five things about you that your best friends wouldn’t guess in a hundred years.” he wrote. “Points will be awarded for intrigue and creativity!”

I smiled. This was fun. And totally safe – although risky if Colin knew what I was doing I guess. I thought for a minute. And then typed

“1. When I was little my ambition was to be a maid. I had no idea about where the job sat on the social spectrum. I just loved the uniform”

There was a pause. Then he typed back. “OK. That’s a good start. What are the others?”

“When I first read The Twelve Swans I went straight out and sat on a stinging nettle to see if it was true that it didn’t hurt. Then I went and did it again the next day just to check if it was really as painful as I remembered”

This was true. I still recall the shock and pain from the tops of my thighs as I found out the hard way that fairy stories aren’t always accurate! Ian wrote back.

“Ouch! You are evidently way too trusting. I shall have to remember that. Go on with your last three.”

“I cheated during my A’ Levels” I wrote.

This was also true. I’d written vital notes on my leg just above my knee. I’d figured (correctly) that no teacher was likely to ask me to lift my skirt – especially in a school where the Mr. Du Pont scandal was still so fresh!

“Excellent.” wrote Ina. “Two more please. Make them risqué”

“OK,” I wrote back. “I let my best friend’s boyfriend fuck me on my eighteenth birthday hours after losing my virginity to my physics teacher. And I pass the time after my boyfriend falls asleep chatting to strangers on anonymous chat sites.”

I pressed send and there was silence for over a minute.

“You’re in Epsom,” he wrote back. “Meet me tomorrow night at the Mexican bar. 10 PM”

I sat and stared at the screen. How the fuck did he know I lived in Epsom? And yes, I did know the Mexican bar he meant. There was only one, and I was a reasonably regular visitor there. Had he seen me there sometime?

Unnerving though this was, I realised I was turned on. Los Tres Amigos is a public place. I was free tomorrow. Why not at least think about it?

The following day I swung from determined not to go, to determined to go, to determined not to go again with equal fervour on an almost hourly basis. By 8 PM I knew I would not be going. It was stupid and dangerous and I didn’t even know what had possessed me to give away the information that had obviously (though god knows how) allowed Ian to trace me to my town of residence. By 9 PM I was getting into my onesie for an evening alone in front of the television.

But by 9:30 I was standing in my hallway wearing a red leather mini skirt, glossy black high heels, white blouse and black jacket, under my blouse I had on a Stella McCartney lacy bra and under my mini skirt I was wearing Coco de Mer black silk French knickers. In one hand I had my Louis Vuitton clutch and in the other my phone on which I’d just used Uber to book a ride to Los Tres Amigos. My hurriedly-washed hair was still damp and although I’d stepped from the showed not ten minutes ago, I was already bathed in a nervous sweat. The app pinged. My ride was waiting downstairs.

All the tables at Los Tres Amigos were full but there was space at the bar so I walked up an ordered a Margarita. I sat on a bar stool and sipped it, looking around and noticing that I was not the only girl there but I seemed to be the only lone girl there. That didn’t last long. A figure took the stool next to me and ordered “I’ll have the same as my friend, Sara.”

I looked up and saw the man who had to be Ian. He looked straight into my eyes. He was handsome but in a normal way – no film star but with a look of intelligence and mischief. He looked natural and easy on the eye; the sot of guy you sensed you could have a lot of laughs with. He wore smart jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. He had a Breitling watch on his left wrist and a gold ring on the fourth finger of his left hand. He looked about 35 or 36. He raised his glass to me.

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My uncle died long time ago, when I was a small kid, and I barely remember him. Aunt was left with their daughter, but never married again and rose her alone. Uncle was aunt’s love from student days (they both studied Law, and became excellent lawyers), and aunt whole time was saying that uncle was her only true love in her whole life.

Aunt was fighting all the time to rise her daughter, and she built great lawyer career. She became one of federal judges, and was very appreciated and famous in layers’ world. Parallel with her professional rising, of course, there was money satisfaction as well, and my cousin never felt poorly it that way. Fact that she grew without father is totally different thing…

My mother appreciated very much the fact that, after her brother death, aunt never was married again and they became true friends. I have no brothers or sisters, as my cousin also, and our families visited each other often. They said that one of reasons was that cousin and I have no closer relatives and it should be nice for two of us to hang out more, although my cousin is 10 years older than me (uncle was older than my mother, and uncle and aunt were married and got a daughter during their studies, and my parents were married much later) but main reason was that mother, as I told before, is true friend with aunt.

Nevertheless, aunt and cousin were our guests at least once per a month. Aunt, as a judge, always kept attention of her look, and transferred that behaviour even on family visits. She was every time dressed like a top model, with unevadable make up, lots of golden jewelry, and she often used to wear boots, sometimes even in the summertime. (She always told that she is addicted to boots and always spent a big amount of her incomes on them, although I think that real reason is tattoo on her left leg between ankle and knee – uncle even had more tattoos, they together did many tattoos as students, as aunt used to say, “sins from the student days”.)

She was always fit, admitting that she is going to gym every day. Her usual joke about that was that she must fight with criminals, and, if needed, beat them! Having in mind that she is over six feet tall (my uncle also was very tall man, but my mother don’t; I obviously received mother’s genes, because I’m less than six feet tall, although my father is not too much tall neither) that was not impossible in my opinion. Her appearance (and, let’s say, most of older women appearances) always caused strange feeling in my pants, but I was a kid and didn’t know to explain nothing about that…

Years were passed, I grew to 18 years old youngster, and my cousin got married in the meantime, but my aunt’s family continued to visit us (and we also continued to visit them), this time with cousin’s husband also. One Saturday there was a winter time, but weather was shiny. There was aunt’s family’s term for a visit, so they came to lunch at our home. When they rang on our door, my parents and I came to ante room to welcome our guests. Aunt, cousin and her husband came to our home. During mother’s and aunt’s greetings, I took cousin’s and her husband’s coats. Others came to living room, and I took aunt’s knee long fur coat and leather gloves. Then I looked at her…

Although in her early 50s, aunt was very good looking woman. But this time she was looking like never before! Her blonde dyed hair with perfect styling was reaching half of her back. Her big dark blue eyes were rounded with black eye liner, hyper volume mascara and few tones of a light blue eye shadow. She had light powder on her face, together with discrete blush and shiny bloody red lipstick. She had big earrings in both ears, and in left earlobe she had three more small fashions (one of the sins from student days). On her neck there were several necklaces of different lengths, from shortest just beneath her head to longest, which end was hidden between her big illegal bahis breasts held by laced push-up bra, hiding under white shirt buckled just to the end of the bra. Shirt was stretch, just to emphasize her great figure. Under shirt there was black pencil skirt to just over knees with wide leather belt.

Shirt sleeves were long, but wider at their ends, and there was impossible to completely hide the tattoo she had on right hand. (One more sin from student days, aunt used to wear long sleeves often as boots.) She had inch long nails polished in the same bloody red colour as her lips, with flat ending and couple of rings on each ring finger, but besides them, she had rings on both middle fingers and pink fingers. Besides that, she had gold watch and couple of chain bracelets on left hand, and at least ten bangles on right hand, partially hiding tattoo, which made clank sound with every move of her hands.

But her black leather boots were thing that immediately attracted my eyes! With pointy but slightly rounded top, discrete platform (about half an inch) and 5 inch stiletto heel, overknee high, reaching just beneath her skirt from front side (back side was about two inches lower), with inside zippers only, they were magnificent in their simplicity. They were very shiny, so obviously new, with a little bit of snow from outside which just started to melt.

She noticed that I am looking down, and told:

– Well, well, look in what handsome guy you grew!

She grabbed my chin and directed me to her face, making clanking sound with bracelets. Naturally taller than me, with high heels she was even more taller, and I had to look up at her in uncomfortable position. My hearth started to beat violently, and I felt something in my pants (in that moment I was, of course, grew enough to know that that’s my cock becoming harder). She looked at me right to my eyes:

– Pity that you’re so shy!

Mother added:

– He’s really, really shy, he has only a few friends, and I don’t know was he ever had a girlfriend.

That was not so pleasant, but that was a truth. I have never even kissed a girl! Probably because girls of my age were not attracted me…

Mother said:

– If you greeted each other, let’s go to living room, we’ll have a lunch and later you’ll have a plenty of time to talk!

Aunt agreed with that and came to the living room.

Aunt’s visits every time upset me, but this time that was a real hell. I didn’t dare to look at her, and every time when I looked at her and noticed that she looks at me, I directed my looking down. During the lunch that was even worse: at one moment I accidentally dropped my fork, and when I reached under the table to take it, I noticed aunt’s boots and legs in black nylons! I immediately started to feel nervous. Whole time I barely said something, only when somebody asked me, and impression about my shyness became larger than usual.

Lunch was finally finished, and aunt said:

– These heels are killing me, I must take my boots off! I knew that today I had to take some old boots, not these new.

She took her boots off and put them in the ante room. Everybody sat in the living room and family talk started. I was with them at the beginning, but I felt too much uncomfortable to sit longer, and went to the toilet. Going to the toilet I spotted aunt’s boots next to the toilet door. I stared several seconds in them, and finally I took the decision…

I took aunt’s boots and entered in the toilet. Immediately whole toilet was filled with nice smell of new leather. I sniffed the boots from the heels to the top end. Leather was so soft, but strong, because boots were new, and they didn’t bend, but stayed straight up. I got on my knees and started to kiss and lick them. My cock reacted, and became rock hard. I pulled it out of my pants and started to rub it with one boot, licking and sucking illegal bahis siteleri top of other boot. I was in the heaven, when suddenly toilet door was opened. In my excitement, I totally forgot to lock the door! In addition, we are living in the old building, and there is no indicator that light in the toilet is on, but only a simple switch. My aunt supposed that there is nobody in the toilet (probably she knocked, but I didn’t answer, because I was too much excited to hear anything), entered, closed the door and then spotted me in the bathroom playing with her boots.

– WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOOTS???

I turned around and saw aunt which was pretty angry. Before I said anything, she slapped my face hard with loud clanking sound of bracelets. I should feel pain, but instead of that I felt a nice feeling going down my spinal to my crotch. My cock became even harder and bigger, probably 7 inches long. She obviously spotted that and commanded me with icy calm voice:

– Put that… THING… – she pointed to my hard rock cock with clank of bracelets – back to your pants and go to the living room right now! We will discuss this incident later.

I somehow packed my cock to my pants and went out of the toilet asshamed, but somehow excited. I went to living room, sit in the corner and didn’t speak nothing. Aunt came back and sit, but she didn’t speak nothing about what happened in the toilet. Talking continued some time, and aunt announces that it’s time to go (cousin and her husband already went to their home) and said to my parents:

– I asked your son, and he agrees, that he will come to my home to help me about cleaning my basement. I wanted to clean it up now when it’s nice weather, and I don’t know how long this winter will be, so I need a help to do it quickly.

My parents, knowing nothing about things that happened in the toilet, agreed with that, only spotting:

– He is so shy, he didn’t tell that to us. Of course, go and help your aunt!

We said goodbye to my parents and went out of our home. Aunt and me sit in her car, and headed to her place. I told to aunt:

– Thank you for say nothing to my parents. I’m so sorry what I did!

But she said nothing. During the drive I looked at her several times, but she didn’t look at me. I then started to look at her leather gloved hands and boots, but that was short, because I was frightened what she will say if she spot that I’m staring to her boots again. So in that silence we went at her home.

She unlocked the door and commanded me to enter. She entered behind me, locked the door, took off her fur coat and gloves, and with even more icy calm voice ordered me:

– Now, young man, take all of your clothes off!

I took my clothes off, but left my pants on. I somehow got calm and had no erection at the moment. Then she very strictly ordered:

– I said take ALL of your clothes off!!

I took off my pants also, and completely naked, stood in front of her. In my shyness, I looked at floor. Then, she roughly grabbed my chin with clank of bracelets and directed me right to her angry face. Taller with me and in high heels, she was taller six or seven inches by me, and looked even more dangerous. She told through her tooth:

– What’s wrong with you? I am your aunt!

Before I even thought about that we are actually not a blood relatives, she slapped my face with clank of her bracelets. I felt the same excitement which I felt when she slapped me first time, and my cock immediately became rock hard. She noticed that and told me:

– Get on your knees and go to the living room right now.

I turned around and went to the living room on foot, but she said, this time much louder:

– I SAID GET ON YOUR KNEES!!

I got on my knees and in that position I went to the living room. She went after me, sit in the armchair in front of me, and canlı bahis siteleri said:

– It looks like you like my boots. Now show me that again. I hope you’re not mind if I wear them.

– Not at all – I said.

– From now, when we are alone, you must call me Madam. It that clear?

– Yes.

– Yes WHAT???

– Yes, Madam.

– Good boy. Now lick my boots. – She crossed her legs, holding the left boot right in front of my face. Her skirt lifted up revealing her black nylons ending with lace and held with garter clips.

I started to lick the top of her boot and sniff the smell of leather. She pushed boot deeper to my mouth and then started to pull and push it. Then she moved her foot that she pressed my face with sole. I licked the sole some time, when she turned me the heel to suck it. After that, she turned me upper part of foot, and I licked the perfectly shaped arch above. Then she bended to me, grabbed my head, put my face on the shaft, and ordered:

– Now lick it all – and she sit back comfortably.

I started to lick whole boot from the top to the end. She became very excited, talking that I am licking so good that she could feel my tongue through the leather. Soon she started to shake and sigh and groan, and there was clear that she has multiple orgasms. I heard (from papers and movies, of course) that it’s possible to bring woman to orgasm without sex, only by licking her body, but fact that only licking her legs, and to be more precise, licking her legs through the leather, could bring her to the pleasure, excited me so much that I grabbed my cock and started to jerk it. She noticed that and pushed me back with her boot.

– A-a -she said – don’t you even dare to think about that! You are my slave, your cock is my property and I will decide what to do with it! You will cum when I decide! Is that clear?

– Yes, Madam – I murmured and continued to lick her boot. Soon she crossed her legs that right boot was in the air, and I licked it the same way I licked the other boot. I don’t know how much long it continued, I totally lost conception of time. I was so excited, but without possibility to be pleasured, I started to feel pain in my crotch and moan. She obviously noticed that, because at the end she put her both legs on the floor and said:

– Now, young man, it’s your time. Go closer, kneel and take your portion!

I moved next to her, kneeled and she put her right boot betwwen my stomach and my cock, pressing my testicles with left boot. Then she bent my cock with her right boot, pressed it on the top of the left boot and started to move her legs in opposite directions. Wave of pleasure immediately came through my whole body. She did that for some time, and after that, she moved the left boot on my knee and pressed my cock to my stomach with the right boot. She started to move boot up and down, all the time pressing my cock. In the short time I felt pleasure like never before in my life. I almost lose my conciousness because of strong orgasm shaking all my body. I cum with big load of her boots.

– Good boy. Now clean up my boots, yourself, take a shower and go to the basement to clean it up. At the end, have I told your parents that you will help me to clean up my basement? It wouldn’t be nice if I lie to them. Now go and do it, I will change to something more comfortable, these new heels are beating me.

She took off her boots. I picked them, went to bathroom, cleaned the boots and took a shower. Later I dressed up and went to clean up the aunt’s basement. There was not too much to clean, she was very tidy person and everything in her apartment and basement was in almost perfect order. It was clear that she brought me home not to clean up the basement, but to give her the pleasure. During all of that I did, I was thinking a lot, and one thing became perfectly clear to me: my aunt never married again because she haven’t found a man who is able to fulfill her perversions. Strange things are that I was able to do that, and that we both share the same perversions. Did she knew about that and only waited for me to grow up? One day I must ask her about that…

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“Damned Maggie,” I thought to myself. “I still can’t believe you’re going to go through with it!”

In a few hours I’d be living out one of my deepest fantasies as the center piece of a bachelor party bukkake. Before the night was done I’d be covered in cum and I could hardly wait.

The airplane accelerated forward, pushing me into my seat. While I often flew, this was the first time I’d flown first class. I could definitely get to like it. The seat was comfortably soft and I had plenty of leg room. I pressed my hands into my lap trying to still the feelings between my legs. I’d masturbated not three hours ago, and I was still horny.

It all started about two months ago. An old college friend of mine had been in town on business. Dave was now some hot shot investment guru, making tons of money, and had needed to meet with some local clients.

He’d called and we’d gotten together for dinner, and then hit some of the clubs for drinks and dancing. I’d been working at the bank for about a year then and could have used a good night out. Damned bank was so stuffy and proper. I’d ended up getting really drunk and going back to Dave’s hotel room to fuck.

I should give you a bit of background on Dave and I. Like I said I meet him in college, my freshman year. He was one of my roommate Rachael’s boyfriends. She had quite a few of them. Boy-toys she called them, vibrators with feet.

Naturally because by any standard Rachael was a five star hottie. She stood a little over five feet with a trim tight body, perky tits and long shapely legs. Long brown hair that hung to her waist. A real beauty.

Plus she was a total slut!

Anyway, I first meet Dave when I walked in on the two of them, just as he was about to dump a big load of cum on Rachael’s face. I was still a virgin then and had yet to see my first live penis. Oh, I’d seen pictures but never one for real.

They didn’t hear me come in and I just stood there watching. They were both naked. Rachael was on her knees in the middle of our room. Dave was standing in front of her, one hand around his penis stroking it furiously.

Oh, he had a cute butt!

“Baby, that’s it, stroke that cock for me,” I heard Rachael purr. “I want you to cum all over my face.”

Were all cocks that big, I wondered, for Dave’s seemed huge. It glistened like it was wet and I guessed the two of them had been having sex. That or Racheal had been giving him a blowjob. Probably both, given Racheal’s lack of clothing.

Usually when she had a boy over, she’d put a piece of tape on the door above the handle to let me know she was busy. There hadn’t been one tonight, that’s why I had entered.

As the plane leveled off, I had a sudden realization. She’s planned on me walking in on them those many years ago. I laughed to myself.

Dave, his hand wrapped tightly around his stiff cock, stroked it faster and faster. Soon he gave this great moan and then his semen started shooting out.

Big spurts of it hit Rachael across her forehead, nose and cheeks. She giggled and stuck her tongue out. Dave aimed his penis down and shot several spurts at her mouth, hitting her lips and tongue. He just kept coming, well over a dozen times.

I didn’t realize until months later Dave was not like most guys. He really could cum a lot. When he finally stopped Rachael’s face was covered in semen. It was even in her hair. As it dripped down her face she raised a finger and pushed some of it into her mouth.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the hallway behind me. The door was still ajar from when I’d entered. It startled me and I backed up, pushing it closed hard.

Dave turned as it slammed. He saw me standing there and freaked, grabbing his pants from the floor and tried to cover his crotch while running for the bathroom.

Rachael looked at me with a grin, her face covered in semen and just said, “Hi roomie!”

I grinned to myself in memory as the stewardess brought me a drink.

Rachael had been unembarrassed at me finding her covered in sperm. She was like that. She just stood up and grabbed her robe, then began wiping her face off with towel. My own face was blushing bright red, but then that wasn’t the last time I’d blush around Rachael.

We’d been roommates for about a four month then. Luck of the dorm room draw had thrown me, an innocent country girl from Kansas in with a worldly bank president’s daughter. She was used to ski trips to Aspen and summers in Europe. From the start she was uninhibited about her body. Sleeping in the nude, then in the morning walking around the room without any clothes on.

It was an awkward rest of the week for me after watching Rachael and Dave that first time. I was embarrassed and couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

So the next weekend Rachael got invited to a party at one of the sororities trying to get her to join, and ended dragging me with her. We danced and had a good time flirting with the boys. Later that night when things started to wind down, we both ended up illegal bahis by the pool.

We were standing behind a short stone wall with a near empty tray of Jell-O shots and both of us were pretty wasted. Rachael poked me in the ribs and pointed.

The president of the sorority was in the hot tub with some guy and they were making out. No one else was around and they didn’t notice us watching them. She had her arms around the guy and was kissing him. She had this little red t-shirt on that said “I Heart Boys” and the water made it cling to her body like it was painted on.

As we watched the guy slide one hand under the t-shirt and began playing with her breasts. She looked as drunk as we were, and didn’t stop him. If anything she kissed him harder, using tongue.

Then he slid his hand from under her t-shirt and it disappeared beneath the water of the hot tub. A moment later she gave this low moan. I could see he was doing something. It took me a moment to realize he had his hand between her legs.

Now I might have been a virgin but I did masturbate. I could picture then what he was doing. How his finger was sliding up and down her crotch. I wondered if he just was rubbing her through her bathing suit or whether he actually had his hand under it, his finger caressing her naked flesh.

Sliding itself into her.

He must have known what he was doing. Soon he had her at a fevered pitch. Her head rested on his shoulders and she was panting heavily. I knew from my own experience that her orgasm wasn’t far off.

That’s when my evil roommate pushed the Jell-O shot tray off the wall.

The tray hit with a loud clatter, startling both me and the couple in the hot tub. They turned and looked my way. We stared at each other for frozen seconds, the two of them realizing what they had been doing, and that they were being watched.

I turned towards Rachael only to find she’d ducked behind the wall. She was squatting down there, covering her mouth with her hand trying not to laugh. Seeing me look at her she jumped up, grabbed my arm and we took off running.

Our dorm wasn’t far and we laughed all the way there. Once inside we collapsed on Rachael’s bed, still laughing.

“Guess I won’t be joining that sorority,” Rachael said. She rubbed her hands up and down the front of her blouse. “Damned watching them got me horny.”

I could see her nipples poking through the silk. The truth was she was right. Watching the two of them in the hot tub had gotten me horny too. I could feel my own nipples were hard and I had a tingly feeling between my legs.

“Do you want the bathroom?” She asked. “Or do you want to stay out here?”

I didn’t know what she meant at first. Then she leaned over and reached under her mattress pulling something out. It was a vibrator. That’s when it hit me. She was planning on masturbating right now. I blushed at the thought.

“Or we could both do it out here,” she grinned. “Watch each other while we do it.”

Maybe it was all the alcohol I’d drunk that night. Maybe it was watching the two lovers in the hot tub. Or maybe it was the memory of Rachael and Dave, of seeing him cum all over her face. What ever it was, something Rachael saw in my eyes let her know my true desires. Even if I couldn’t voice them myself.

Rachael reached around her waist and unzipped her mini skirt, tossing it on the floor. She had on a tiny pair of blue thong panties. I noticed a wet spot at their crotch. Rachael hadn’t been lying, she really was turned on. Taking one hand, she cupped her crotch and rubbed it several times.

“Take your clothes off,” she said, looking at me. “I want to see you.”

Almost on its own my hand went to my blouse. I unbuttoned the first button slowly, then a second.

Rachael slid her hand inside her panties. I could see as her finger dipped inside of her pussy underneath the moist cloth. She took her hand out and brought it to her mouth, sucking on her two fingers. Then she began unbuttoning her own blouse, matching me button for button. Soon we both had our blouse’s open to the waist.

Rachael began playing with her nipples. They were stiff and hard. I’d seen her breasts before but this time it was like I was seeing them for the first time. Though she had a small body being just a shade over five feet tall, Rachael had a really nice set of tit.

She took one hand and trailed down her stomach, her fingers again slipped under her panties. Rachael gave a soft moan as she stroked herself under the wet fabric. She let her head tip back and leaned it against the wall behind her.

I watched as she masturbated not five feet from me. It was so exciting. I touched myself, letting my hands slide across my now bare stomach and then upward to cup my breasts beneath my open blouse. My skin tingled under my fingertips. A little gasp escaped my lips when I felt my palms slide across my nipples.

“This is so nasty,” I whispered, staring back into Rachael’s eyes.

She just smiled, nodded and continued to stroke illegal bahis siteleri herself. I’d chosen an ankle length skirt that night. It had a split up the front with buttons. I slowly pulled the two sides apart exposing first my legs and then my crotch. I touched myself through my panties, stroking a finger up and down against my pussy lips. The whole scene was such a turn on I didn’t think it would take me long.

Rachael was really close herself. Her hand was like a little jackhammer under her panties. Up and down, up and down. Her legs were twitching on the bed. Sometimes when they came together Rachael would let out a low soft moan.

I took my hand and slide it under the waist band of my panties. My clit was a hard little point. When my finger slid across it my legs clenched together and a shudder ran through my body. I let my fingers slid lower. I was moist and wet from excitement.

Another shudder went through me as my fingers slid into my pussy and I began masturbating. Little gasps were coming from Rachael as she played with her pussy. I could tell she was close to having an orgasm.

Funny, she was so erotic sitting there against the wall, but in my mind I saw two images. One was Rachael there on the bed.

The other was of her on her knees and Dave’s big cock ready to spurt all over her face. As she leaned against the wall I pictured big ropy spurts of come landing on her face and dripping down onto her breasts. That image excited me so much.

My strokes got faster, my palm rubbing against my clit. Rachael began to come and I was so close myself.

As my orgasm rolled over me, I picture myself where Rachael had been, on my knees as hot sticky cum rained down on my face. As each orgasmic shudder came to my body, I imagined what it must have felt like. The touch, the taste. I just kept coming and coming.

After that night Rachael took me under her arm. She made it a mission to teach me all about sex and to make me as big a slut as she was. She taught me to be unashamed of my body, and how to dress to show it off. She taught me how to masturbate with a vibrator. She shared my bed and taught me how to please another woman with my fingers and then with my lips.

She also taught me how to give a blow job.

One night about a three week after the party she invited Dave to spend the night. Rachael hadn’t told him we were sleeping together. In fact he hadn’t been over since the day I’d seen him with Rachael.

I hide in the bathroom listening while she got him out of his clothes. We’d arranged a code word to let me know when she was ready to have me come out. It was a long several minutes until I heard her say it.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I found her squatting on top of his face enjoying his tongue when I slipped in. She motioned me forward as she played with his cock with her hands.

I knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, between Dave’s legs watching her stroke him. Several times she leaned down and took him in her mouth. It was wild the way his balls would twitch when she did that.

She was stoking him with her hand when I saw her grin an evil grin and nod towards Dave’s cock. It was time. I reached out with my own hand.

His cock was hard and stiff, wet with Rachael’s saliva. It jumped as I wrapped my finger around it. Rachael smiled down at me. It felt so good as I stroked my hand up and down.

My first hard cock.

Dave must have been really horny because it didn’t take him long. He started moaning he was close. Rachael put one hand at his cock’s base and just as I felt it tense up, she aimed it at my face.

I swear I had a small orgasm as his cum hit my skin. Spurts of it hit my forehead. Some landed on my nose and cheeks. I opened my mouth and a few strands landed on my tongue. I can still remember the taste.

He stayed hard so Rachael reached forward and pulled my cum covered face towards his cock. I took the head between my lips and let my tongue play with it.

Rachael stayed on his face and continued to let him lick her. He must have been good because it didn’t take her long before she had her own orgasm.

When she swung her legs off his face, he got a big surprise finding me kneeling there sucking him off.

That was a night of firsts for me. Not only did I give my first blowjob, but Dave took my virginity too that night, fucking me doggy style while I ate Rachael’s pussy.

That night had been almost ten years ago. Rachael and I stayed roommates and bedmates for the next two years until she got a scholarship to a big English college and moved away.

Dave and I stayed friends all through college. We never hooked up as a couple though we always found time for the occasional fuck. Sometimes I’d share him with a girlfriend, sometimes he’d bring a girl over himself.

I tried to stay in touch with Rachael but she was a real free spirit. Last I heard she was touring Africa with an Asian Shipping Magnet.

Dave and I did keep in touch. I’d see him about canlı bahis siteleri once a year usually when business took one of us the other’s way.

So as I was saying, Dave had been in town and we’d ended up at his hotel. Not only was I drunk but I was horny too. Really horny! I hadn’t had sex in almost six month. I was tearing his clothes off even before we got the door of his room closed.

Two minutes later I was on my knees sucking his cock down my throat like a ten dollar whore. Thirty minutes later I was on my back on his bed with him between my legs and his big hard cock slamming my pussy.

I was too horny to pace myself so I was doing every nasty thing I could think of to get him to pop. It didn’t take him long. He pulled his cock out and scooted up towards my face.

He’d learned how much I liked to have guys cum on me in college. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He rewarded me with his customary huge load, shooting it all over my face and in my hair before collapsing on the bed beside me. I lay there happy and with a finger slowly pushed his cum into my mouth.

A couple of minutes later we were curled up together on the pillows, Dave having grabbed some water from the fridge. I knew Dave wasn’t finished for the night. No, not Dave. If I knew him he had plans to fuck me all night was ok by me.

“Remember the Halloween party sophomore year?” Dave asked. “The one at the Tri Delta House, where Rachel and you dressed up like cats.”

It took me a minute to remember the party then I smiled.

“Rachael was quite the party animal that night.” I said.

Dave chuckled. “She wasn’t the only animal that night.”

He was right the two of us had put on quite the private show for some of those fraternity boys at that party. Dave included.

It had been at the end of the night, almost dawn and there were about eight of us left at the party. Everyone else had gone back to their dorms or in the case of the fraternity brothers, up to their room. Most of them with company.

Rachael and the only other girl there, one of the frat boy’s girlfriends got into an argument over which of them was a better cocksucker.

Betty, no Barbara, that’s what her name had been. She was dressed in an angel’s costume with a gold hallo.

Anyway Rachael had gotten a rep by then as a real party girl and looked hot in this furry black body suit and fishnets made up like a cat with ear and tail. Barbara made a show of sucking a beer bottle, getting her mouth down almost to the thick part. Though she coughed a bit when she had it all the way down.

Rachael was sitting with Dave and me on the couch though Dave had gotten up to grab some beers. I had the same type costume on but mine was furry white. She laughed at Barbara’s effort with the bottle, and as Dave walked up beer in each hand, Rachael reached out and pulled Dave’s pants down to his knees.

He was dressed like a pirate and he had a hard-on because Rachael had been feeling him up when he’d been sitting. Rachael put Dave’s cock in her mouth and in one motion took it all the way to the base. She held it there for a long moment, while the frat boys whooped it up then drew back letting Dave’s cock free with a wet pop. She did it a couple of more time just to show off.

“You’ve got to breath through your nose,” Rachael said smiling, holding Dave’s cock with one hand. “Practice, you’ll get better at it.”

This casual display pissed Barbara off. She jumped up calling Rachael a slut and pulling her boyfriend up from where he sat, stormed off.

I hear she’s a hot shot sales rep for some sports company today.

“Anyone else?” Rachel asked.

So Rachael had ended up in the middle of the room with a circle of five horny frat boys and Dave stroking their cocks. Give Racheal this, she had a dirty mouth on her when she wanted, begging this guy or that to spray her with his cum.

I sat on the couch for a bit watching her work her customary magic but it didn’t take her long to get me out there with her.

There were hard cocks all over the place. As soon as one left my mouth another took its place. A couple wanted to fuck us, but Rachael said no.

(It was her time of the month.)

She did though pull her top down baring her breasts. Soon she did the same to me, so we both were topless tarts in the middle of a fraternity circle jerk.

Soon the guys were ready to cum. Give us this, we were hot. First one guy gave a groan and shot his load across both our faces, then another boy was ready. the third guy shot his load into Racheal’s eager mouth and while they watched she kissed me, pouring the warm sperm into my mouth. I let it ooze from my lips and dribble down my chin, to drip onto my perky tits.

Six hot loads we shared, the last being Dave’s. True to the past, he hosed us both, while the other boys cheered.

I had been in heaven.

“I always remember you said you wanted to be the center of a bigger party.” Dave said as we lay there in his hotel room.

I sat up and looked at him, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Well you know Joey my kid brother? He’s getting married in a couple of weeks. I’m in charge of planning his bachelor party and I thought since he’s always had such a crush on you…”

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