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Rick thought about the amazing sex that had been filmed for days. He wondered what he looked like and what Jack would do with the film while he was out of town. What was clear was that Jack was editing the video and would every day send a screen cap or two of the footage being edited with very lewd comments of how much he enjoyed that particular shot or moment. He sent Rick so many Snapchats of his thick manhood spraying enormous loads of semen onto a counter or towel.

The steady stream of photos had Rick in a near perpetual state of arousal. His body ached to be touched and used by his one and only man. He found himself staring and masturbating himself wishing his orgasms were guided by Jack and his blessed manhood. Jack had told his boy that he was coming back at the end of the week on Friday. Rick waited excitedly for that day and on Thursday he got a call.

“Hello Rachel… how’s my little girl doing?”

“Good… missing your manhood and waiting to drain out every drop of your semen…”

“Sounds like you need some good loving…”

“I do… I really do… I really miss y-“

“I want you to come to my house tomorrow.”

“Ok.”

“I have another surprise for you…”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see. But do you promise to put away all of your fears and doubts and trust me?”

“Yes Jack… I will trust you with anything…” Rick couldn’t begin to imagine what his man had planned for him to say such a mysterious thing.

“Come over tomorrow and I will have something for you to wear for me in the bathroom ok?”

“Ok… Oh and Jack… I um… miss you.”

“I know. Anything else you want to say?”

“I um… trust you.”

“That’s it?”

“I… love you.”

“Good. I want to see how much.”

“Yes, Jack. Come home. I’ll show you.”

“Yes, you will.”

The workday couldn’t end soon enough for Rick and soon he was racing to his lover’s house. Sure enough the front door was unlocked. There was no sign of Jack. No matter, Rick was to excited to go prepare himself. He went into the bathroom and smiled at what he saw. There was a small card from Jack.

“Dear Rachel. Wear this and be my best girl tonight.”

On the counter was the choker with the pendant marking him as Jack’s but also somehow an even thinner white thong. There was a matching skimpy bra. And there were long stockings of a very delicate white lace. There was a white band meant to cinch his scrotum. And there was a white plug with a sparkly gem on the end. Rick nervously put all of them on. He put the band tight around his balls and lubed, then pushed the white plug into his bottom. The white thong was tight up in his butt and had barely enough material in the front to hold in his smaller dick. His small balls leaked out to each side of the string. The bra was so tight and thin that his small nipples could be seen through. Then, he slowly rolled on the stockings that ran up to his upper thigh. Rick looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what he looked like. It was feminine to the point of terrifying. He had never seen his own wife or past exes dress like this before. And here he was putting it all on to please a man who held such power over him.

He walked outside and went to the sex room. He sat on the bed and decided to lay on the bed as seductively as he could so Jack would go crazy the moment he walked into the room. After trying out different positions all over the bed, Rick decided to give his man what he wanted most. He got on all fours and laid his head and elbows down on a pillow. He felt strange and vulnerable waiting like this but he knew that he wanted to be taken and used. Given how he was dressed and where he was, the only reason for his existence in that house, in that room, and on that bed, was to be fucked, enjoyed, and bred by a real man.

Rick then heard footsteps coming downstairs. He was so excited and already leaking at what was going to happen. He wondered how many loads he would receive and if he would be driven to the point of admitting his deepest feelings during sex again. The door opened but to Rick’s shock and terror, it wasn’t Jack. In stepped a tall and powerfully built older black man wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

“Hi Rachel… my name is Thomas… I’m best friends with Jack.” Rick immediately sat up and thought about trying to cover up but he was frozen stiff wondering what was going on. He sat up and without thinking held the pillow to cover as much of himself as he could. Where was Jack? Was this going to be another threesome he wasn’t told about? The black man was huge and clearly went to the gym every day. The outline of the package under the boxer briefs also was impressive to the point of worrisome because it didn’t seem to be aroused yet at all.

“Um… where’s Jack?”

“Oh yea he’s delayed because of flight cancellations coming back home but um… here, this is for you.” Thomas reached out and handed over a piece of printed paper.

“Dearest casino oyna Rachel, This is my best friend Thomas. I told you about him before, how unlike Matt, he had no problem getting sex from whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Usually he isn’t into boy’s but I told him a-lot about how special you are to me and one of his most passionate fetishes is being the first BBC sex for young smaller Asians. He is tested very regularly just like me by the way. I originally planned for us to play together so he could see how amazing you were in bed. But I got delayed until tomorrow. But I still want you go solo. Treat him like you would me. Give him full access to your body and fulfill all his needs. If you are scared and don’t want to, he will understand and leave and I will see you tomorrow. Whatever rules you want to set, you can tell him and he will follow them. Make me proud Rachel and I’ll know you’ll be the one for me. -Jack”

Rick was still stunned into silence. He looked back at Thomas standing there smiling and waiting.

“Come here baby…”

Rick slowly crawled off the bed and nervously walked up to him. He couldn’t look him in the eye and kept his head down, still holding the letter, noticing how defined every muscle was on this black man’s body. He began to notice the outline of the largest manhood he had ever seen under the boxer briefs. Big strong black hands that contrasted against his pale skin grabbed his hands, knocking the letter to the floor, and brought them to feel rippling abs. Rick felt Thomas’ hands begin to slowly roam up his back and pull him closer and closer. Still he couldn’t talk, just stare down at his hands now moving around most muscular torso he had ever seen, let alone felt. Then his hands were grabbed again at the wrist and pulled up over Thomas’ shoulder. Rick knew what was about to happen. He was signaling that this man could roam his hands over his entire body as he hung hung onto Thomas’ neck.

“Baby… your body is every bit as sweet and smooth as Jack said it was. No wonder he hasn’t been going out to his usual places to pick up boys. I can’t wait to have you to myself tonight… You want to be my baby girl tonight?”

Rick couldn’t bring himself to talk. A strong hand pulled his hair back forcing him to look at Thomas face to face. He marveled at such heavy facial features and before he could react, Thomas began kissing him. Thick lips and a very muscular tongue tried to part his lips but Rick froze. He was being seduced by a black man! What would people think if they found out? Unwavering, Thomas knew how to open up the boy. He reached down and slipped his big right hand over the boy’s thong and fondled the wet, small genitals. He then grabbed the boy’s balls roughly. Rick yelped partially in pain and pleasure, giving Thomas the moment he needed to push his tongue into the boy’s mouth. Rick groaned as he stopped resisting and let Thomas take lead. Rick began to explore all the muscles on Thomas’s shoulders and back. He even reached down and felt how muscular this man’s butt was and wondered how much power he pounded his lover’s with. No wonder he had no trouble getting sex from women. Rick moaned and twisted against the strong black body and Thomas played with him like a master musician. Big strong hands moved wherever they wanted, undoing and tossing away the skimpy bra. He smiled when he reached down between the boy’s cheeks and felt the tip of the plug under the thong. When he gently pressed on it with his finger tips, Rick yelped into his mouth.

Rick pulled away for a moment. “I… can’t… breathe…”

Thomas gave him a break as Rick placed his forehead on Thomas’s chest, heaving to breathe. Thomas noticed the boy’s hands were still on his body. He smiled at the sign of submission. He kept his hands on him too, resting them on the boy’s bubble butt. Rick knew that from the gentle kneading of his ass that things had come too far to tell Thomas that he couldn’t go through with it. Still, he wanted to be Jack’s girl, not just anyone’s. He wanted to save something for his man, or at least try. Thomas meanwhile could see the boy thinking. It was a look he had seen before in so many women, especially married women he regularly bedded as they furiously thought of ways to justify what they really wanted and try to convince themselves of what was going to happen, even though their fate was already decided by him.

“This is really happening huh?”

“Yes baby, it is. You know you want it.”

“I don’t have alot of experience with men, especially men like you…”

“I know. That’s what we’re gonna change tonight.”

“If we do this… do you promise not to cum inside of me? That’s only for Jack.”

“Baby, you know I’m clean… But yea, I’m fine with whatever you say… I just want you to know that I’m going to really enjoy your body and you are going to feel the same. Have you ever thought about being with a black man?”

“No… ”

“What about when Jack used his black toy on you… slot oyna Yea… he showed me a clip of how you took it in.” Rick couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I did wonder a bit.”

“No more wondering, baby.” Thomas took the boy’s hands and brought them down to his manhood and had Rick cup and cradle his hot and heavy balls over his briefs. Again, he had done this hundreds of times before. Not even a married woman could resist him once they felt how full and hot his scrotum was. And he was right. Rick knew instantly that this man was even larger than Jack. How was he going to avoid receiving this much semen?

“I… ok… just… tell me when you cum so we can stop and you can pull out ok?”

“Ok baby girl… just so you know… I cum alot and often…”

“I can tell…”

“Get on your knees, baby.”

Rick knelt on the floor coming face to face with a very bulging manhood trapped under the boxer briefs. As his hands trailed up enormously muscled legs, he began to feel a fear he had not felt since the first times he learned to take Jack into his mouth. The silence in the room made him almost hear his heartbeat now raging within him. Thomas just stood there waiting for Rick to make his moves.

Rick’s small fingers hooked into the bands of the boxers and began to pull them down but Thomas’ manhood was too big to come down and pop out on their own. Thomas closed his eyes prepared himself to be sexually worshiped. Rick began to pull down the front of the briefs and then out sprung the longest, thickest penis he had ever seen or imagined. Thomas was circumcised, veiny, and well larger and thicker than Jack. Even more breathtaking was the size and swing of the heaviest balls he had ever seen. As his small hands held the shaft, he couldn’t believe the heavy weight of the flesh. He moved his left hand to the balls and could barely hold one of the balls let alone hold both up. Thomas let his hands rest on the boy’s head as he felt Rick gently begin to kiss his shaft slowly from end to end.

Rick closed his eyes and began to use his tongue and lick and suck Thomas. He felt the veins along the sides, how hot and large each testicle was, and the shape and ridges of the tip. He felt Thomas’ body begin to tense and his manhood would begin to twitch as Rick learned what made this man happy. Big thick hands began to caress his head and hair as he prepared himself to swallow as much as he could of this big black cock. His lips slid over and he swirled his tongue but felt like he barely had much of it in his mouth. He felt the tip press against he back of his throat. Just as he had for Jack, he breathed through his nose and gently rocked his head back and forth, angling his neck and throat to start to deepthroat his first black man. His hands were busy massaging, pulling, fondling the enormous balls.

Soon Rick found himself moaning and in a daze as he began to lose track of time. All he wanted was more grunts and groans of approval of this powerful man he had in his mouth. He was so focused on chasing Thomas’ approval that he failed to notice the man’ body starting to tense. The balls began to tighten and Thomas’ breathing became more and more unsteady.

“Baby… I’m gonna cum… You’re gonna make me nut…” Thomas really didn’t want to pull out. It was against his sexual principles. He never let anyone not take his gifted seed but he did want to honor the limits set by the boy out of respect for his friend Jack. He was soon finding it hard to hold himself steady but the boy would not let up. He tried to gently push back on Rick’s head and pull himself away a bit so he could calm himself but Rick became only more aggressive, pulling him in deeper into his throat with his hands on Thomas’ butt.

Rick didn’t even realize how close Thomas was to cumming. He was busy moaning, his small dick leaking profusely into his panties, trying to breathe and control his throat to take more and more of him. Never before had his throat been so assaulted as it was being in that moment. Rick was enraptured by the raw power and energy he felt pleasuring his first black man. The thrill was so different with the other men he had been shared with. When Thomas’s whole body began to shake and the big heavy testicles pulled up and together, Rick realized what was happening but he didn’t want to pull away. The thought entered his mind that he should have Jack’s friend cum on his face or maybe on his tongue for him to spit out, out of respect and exclusivity to his man Jack. But he also wanted to fully know the reward of pleasuring a man like this. And then in the middle of that thought, it happened. Shot after shot of warm sperm shot into his mouth and down his throat. Rick swallowed again and again and again, sucking as hard as he could between swallows. His mouth filled again and again with spurt after spurt until Thomas finally stopped giving seed. Rick swallowed one last time and looked up at the dazed man standing above him. He then began to lick and kiss the canlı casino siteleri softening manhood as clean as he could. The taste of this man’s semen was so strong and different from Jack or even Matt. It clung to his mouth and his teeth more and had a slightly sweeter and thicker taste.

Thomas stepped back, stumbling as he sat back on an armchair. “Oh my God, baby… that was amazing… I can’t believe you took all of me. Sorry about cumming in your mouth… I tried to warn you but I couldn’t help it… you’re so talented, baby girl…”

“It’s ok… ” Rick sat back on the bed and laid back down. His mouth was sore but he was happy as he stared dazed up at the ceiling. He didn’t notice the way Thomas was looking at him hungrily. Thomas began to think about how much this boy was going to scream and squeal like a virgin. He smiled wondering if the boy had any other plans that morning because he was going to take his body and use him for his pleasure all night.

Rick could still taste how strong and thick Thomas’ semen was in his mouth as he rested on the bed staring up at the ceiling. His neck and mouth were sore but he was in a happy bliss to have drained such an enormous man. Before he could get his thoughts together he looked up at Thomas walking towards him to the edge of the bed.

“You know what time it is now right, baby girl?”

Rick knew that the inevitable had come. He was going to be fucked – by his first black man. The manhood he had trouble pleasuring with his mouth and hands was going to be inside of him. He had no idea how it was going to fit and was more than a bit scared. He nodded.

“Look at me. Look in my eyes baby.” Rick looked up at the face of intense desire. “You don’t have to do this if you’re scared or if you don’t want to. I need to know you want this otherwise it’s not going to work. I need you relaxed and trusting me totally.”

Thomas brought Rick’s hands to his genitals.

“I want you and your body tonight. I’m not going to fuck you like someone else’s… I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine baby. Tonight, you will belong to me, inside and out ok?”

What would Jack say or think? Rick figured Jack knew what he was doing and did want him to do whatever Thomas wanted.

“Ok…”

“Ok, what?”

“Yes Thomas… My body is yours tonight. I’m… not Jack’s tonight… I’m totally… yours.” Rick found the words hard to say but it seemed to be what Thomas wanted to hear.

“Good. Now get in doggy position and show me that ass.”

Rick turned around and presented himself only to be shocked when his cheeks were slapped and grabbed.

“Damn girl. You have an ass made for taking a good pounding.” The smacks hurt and big firm fingers grabbed and squeezed his flesh at will, spreading his ass, exposing his plug. “We dont need none of this.” Rick felt and heard the rip of cotton tearing as his thong was torn off his bottom. He felt cold air on his anus as the plug was pulled out of him, exposing his gaping hole to his new man.

“Baby, spread your knees and legs and don’t hold back crying out for me ok? I like my bitches loud.”

“Yes Thoma-” Before Rick could even finish the word, he felt two hands roughly grab and spread his ass and the strongest, longest tongue he could ever imagine darted into his ass. He immediately began screaming and babbling, drooling onto the sheets, his hands white at the knuckles from grabbing and holding onto the blankets below him as a rock hard tongue licked and probed him deeper than ever before. Again and again, Rick squealed, screaming to God and Thomas, who also began to use his right hand to pump Rick’s small penis which immediately began to splatter watery semen onto the bed.

Thomas knew what he was doing. It was his MO. He had trained himself to be an expert at eating out the assholes of the girls he usually won over. Even the most conservative married woman would instantly become his sex slaves once he put his tongue deep into their ass. It was his confirmation that he owned that body and could do whatever he wanted from that point on.

Thomas began to alternate between his probing tongue, flicking and darting into Rick’s shaking bottom, and his left index finger. He was just as aggressive with his finger as he was with his tongue, snaking deep and probing for the spots that made the squealing boy howl and tear at the bedsheets. Using his professional fingering, he would trace around the prostate and then press down on it, causing the boy’s small dick to leak even more. When he thought the gripping pressure had loosened on his finger, he inserted two fingers. Rick felt it but couldn’t do anything but moan. He could feel every escalation as the fingers would move together and then independently. He couldn’t believe any man could have so much talent with just his fingers. While he shrieked and screamed at his innards being tickled, pressed, probed and toyed with, he heard Thomas asking him things but he could hardly breath, let alone talk. Suddenly the fingers, the tongue, everything stopped. Two strong hands gripped his ass and kept his cheeks spread. He felt so lonely and vulnerable, abandoned by a real man’s attention. He slowly opened his eyes and looked back.

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If you’ve not read Parts 1 & 2.

Rob was a retired teacher and widower, in his sixties, who had befriended Evie, a young hairdresser in her early twenties.

They had become friends with Laura, one of Evie’s neighbours, and Jimmy her boyfriend. They were in their thirties, and into ‘swinging.’

After an evening swapping partners, all four were about to go to a ‘party.’

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The invitation for the party on Saturday, arrived via Laura.

Evie texted me, excitedly, ‘I’d really like to go Rob, are you up for it?’

I said I’d meet her for coffee that lunchtime, and we’d discuss it, but essentially I’d love to take her.

“What do you think Rob?” Evie asked, as I sat down in Costas with her.

“Yes, it sounds like an exciting evening Evie, but I’m going to say some stuff to you that I want you to consider between now and then.”

I could see her pouting, as though I was about to scold her. God I loved it, when she looked vulnerable like that. But I was concerned that I had lit a fuse with Evie, and I actually felt a responsibility to guard her against throwing caution to the wind.

“If we go, and we go with Laura and Jimmy, I don’t want you to be like a kid in a sweet shop, and go off shagging everyone. That may sound like I’m being possessive or jealous, and I said I wouldn’t be, but there will be a lot of people there, and possibly single guys who may be a bit predatory.”

Evie’s pout remained, but she did say that she understood where I was coming from.

“Good I’m glad, then bring it on,” I said.

Evie had to get back to work, so we parted with the arrangement that I’d meet her at her place at 8.30pm on Saturday, and we’d get a taxi with Laura and Jimmy.

As I walked home, I remained concerned about Evie getting carried away at the party, so much so that I thought I’d talk to Laura about it. I got home, and took a chance of finding her in, and drove round to her flat. Unfortunately she wasn’t at home, so I left a note to phone me, and my mobile number.

I got a text from Laura when she arrived home. I phoned her directly back, and told her of my concerns about Evie at the party. I asked her if I was being a party pooper, or being possessive.

Laura said that she understood, and the fact that I was concerned was really caring. She added that if I was really worried, and wanted to discuss things over a beer then pop round if I was free.

I thought that might be a good idea, a joint plan thought out ahead of the party, to keep her safe. But I needed to be careful not to bump into Evie on my way to Laura’s.

I parked up a few streets away from Laura’s, and walked a circuitous route, and crept into her block.

Laura greeted me all smiley, and with a big hug. It felt strange remembering how I’d been so intimate with her and Jimmy, and here we were being fairly formal and business like, but it was all about Evie.

“Rob, I know from personal experience that Evie has a high sex drive. She might be easily persuaded to take chances with the wrong people. We can’t hold her hand all night. So I seriously think all three of us must just keep our eyes open throughout.”

“I agree.” I said, “You’ve probably been to more parties than I have, so you know the pitfalls. I’m sure there won’t be a problem, but better safe than sorry.”

Laura pulled a face, “Before I met Jimmy I went to a big party I saw advertised online in Brum. I went on my own. Big mistake. I was persuaded to go to a room upstairs by a real hunk. It turned into a gangbang with four other guys waiting for me. It was horrendous.”

“Oh Laura, how awful, it must have really damaged your confidence.”

Laura was looking forlorn, and her voice cracked, “I couldn’t tell anyone, I had no one, I was off work for three weeks,”

She started sobbing. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be like this.”

I went and put my arm around her, and as she buried her face in my chest, I was kissing the top of her head. Her body was trembling, as her tears dampened my shirt.

“Oh Laura, get it all out, you’ll feel better.”

She raised her head, and looking up at me, she said, “Oh Rob, I’m so sorry, I’m not normally like this.”

She seemed so unsure, but she needed comforting, and I kissed her.

Laura just threw her arms around me, kissing my lips, my face, my eyes, just covering me with kisses, and emotion.

“Take me to bed Rob. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

I wasn’t sure, but how could I refuse, I couldn’t.

For an hour we lay in each other’s arms. There was very little kissing, just the feeling of being close to another human being.

Gradually we began to talk, “I’m so glad you’re here Rob, I needed someone to hold onto. It was strange when I told you about my trauma, I’ve kept it bottled up for so long, it feels cathartic to have told you.”

It was then that we kissed properly, lovingly, even though we weren’t ‘in love.’

The heat from our bodies melded into one. I started to become aware of her contours. casino oyna I started to drink in the perfume of her body, and I started to be conscious of her movements, her breathing, her hair in disarray.

My leg slid between her thighs, moving up until it was pressed against her crotch.

Mutually we both wanted something unhurried. I felt Laura find my cock, and gently hold it, feeling it grow, and at the same time my fingers slid between her pussy lips, both of us playing with the other.

“This is so nice,” I could hardly hear Laura, but knew what she meant, as she smoothed her fingers up and down my shaft.

She was on her back beside me, as I lay on my side. Time drifted away with just the sensuous massaging, and the occasional sigh, as either I, or Laura, responded to the touch of the other.

“I think I’m going to cum,” I eventually whispered.

“That’s ok, I want you to, just keep doing what you’re doing to me.”

It was another couple of minutes before she heard me groan, and a spurt of semen landed on her tummy. She twirled her fingers over the head of my cock, feeling the fluid pumping it’s way out, lubricating it’s whole length, her fingers slipping over it.

I was still caressing her clit, and moving my fingers within her very wet pussy, but I took some of my spunk from her tummy, and used it to smooth over her little bud.

“Oh Rob, don’t stop, I’m very close,” she said, and I could tell as she shifted her body slightly, that it was starting. With the softest of moans, I felt her body momentarily go rigid, before sinking back, and her moaning turning to a long sigh.

“I think that was so good for both of us, we needed that,” I said.

“Sex can take so many forms, but that was so loving, thank you Rob.”

We both fell into a deep sleep soon after, and it was only the dawn chorus that awoke me. I lay there for, perhaps, half an hour just watching Laura breathe, until she slowly fell on one side towards me, opening her eyes, and kissing me gently.

“Make love to me, Rob, it would be the perfect end to such a beautiful night.”

And so as the room became brighter in the dawn sunlight, our bodies moved slowly, and sensuously, until we both climaxed, almost together.

I departed the flat carefully, to avoid being seen by Evie, but at least Laura, and I had promised each other to try to keep her away from trouble at the party.

Saturday arrived, and again there was anticipation in the air. Evie had asked me a dozen times what she should wear. I kept telling her, something sexy, but something you’re comfortable in. Finally she decided on a tight, low cut jersey top, and a leather mini skirt, not too short, but short enough to show off her legs.

Laura was dressed in a summer dress, with again lots of cleavage on show.

It was a warm summers night with a full moon, and everyone was excited by the prospect of pleasure to come.

The taxi delivered us at about 9.30pm at the house, which was a large detached property in quite a well to do neighbourhood. The party was in full swing with, I guess, about forty to fifty people, mostly couples, but a few singles to make up the numbers.

We made our way to the large open plan kitchen to grab a drink, and then myself and Evie went into the lounge, while Laura and Jimmy went into the garden room.

Evie and I started talking to another couple, and their friend, who seemed to take an interest in Evie. He was a guy in his forties, and from the conversation, was probably an accountant, or solicitor. The couple were slightly younger, and had their own design business. Evie had obviously taken a liking to the single guy, and caught my eye. I gave her a smile, and subtle nod, and five minutes later they disappeared. I had made the judgement that he was an ok bloke.

As I was standing chatting I felt someone, or two someones, behind me, lightly gripping my arm. From the giggling, and excitement, it was clearly two females, in fact two young females, in their twenties.

“It is you! Mr Finch!”

I turned around, and if anyone had been watching my face, I think they would have described it as showing shock and horror.

“We thought it must be you, fancy, of all places, seeing you here.”

I was quick to reply, “Oh dear, Emma Price and Tracey Ford, oh my god, how embarrassing.”

These two ‘girls’ were ex students of mine from about ten year before.

“You do remember us, wow, how cool is that. Do you remember us in your science lessons being a pain, sitting at the back of the class? Do you remember Tracey asking you that embarrassing question, when we were doing human reproduction?”

“And what might that have been?” I said, clearly remembering exactly what it was.

“How long does the penis stay in the vagina before the semen comes out?”

Flushing bright red I muttered, “Oh yes, I do.”

Both of them erupted in fits of giggles.

Having gathered myself a little, I began to take in what they looked like. Emma was tall with blonde slot oyna hair, and clearly worked out in the gym. Tracey was slightly shorter, and with an ample build, and huge breasts.

“Well Mr Finch, we were always asking ourselves questions about you, and your sex life, and now we know.” More giggling ensued, and by now they were both gripping my arm so that I couldn’t escape, even if I’d wanted to.

Emma then made the suggestion that was to have huge repercussions for me into the future, but probably it was I who needed looking after rather than Evie that night.

“Come with us Mr Finch, I think we need to do some catching up.”

I thought it was their intention to find a nice quiet space, and talk about their schooldays. How naive could I be!

I followed, or should I say I was led, passing along a corridor into what appeared to be an annexe of the house, or what might be called a ‘granny’ flat.

There were other couples in some of the rooms, one couple totally naked on a sofa having sex. None of the doors were shut, it seemed everyone was keen to exhibit themselves.

Emma and Tracey led me into a room which was clearly a bedroom, and it was then that I realised that this was not going to be a chat.

Tracey was first to speak, “Now Mr Finch, we were quite naughty in your lessons, but you must have realised that we are even naughtier now.”

As Tracey was saying that, Emma was unbuckling my belt, and sliding down my zip. Literally within minutes I was naked, and lying on my back, on the bed.

Looking up at them both, I could feel my cock stirring, and i could see the glint in their eyes, and their mischievous smiles, were signs of what was to come.

They both completely stripped, and sitting down on the bed either side of me, began to play with my cock. It quickly rose to attention with Emma saying, “Mmmmmmm, just as we imagined Mr Finch.”

And in a flash Emma had straddled me, and drove herself down onto my cock. Almost at the same time, Tracey sat astride my shoulders, and pushed her pussy onto my face. And there I was, being fucked by two ex pupils.

I was unable to see anything of course, but at first I could hear their giggling, and then as time passed the giggling ceased, and became more sexual moaning. After some time, Emma lifted herself off my cock, and they swapped places, another pussy to lick, and another tight pussy gripping me.

This happened twice more before finally they sat down once again beside me, and this time both of them began to suck my cock.

I wasn’t going to last a lot longer. Various people came past the door, and looked in to see what was going on. If they had stayed they would have seen me explode, sending spurts of spunk over both Emma and Tracey’s faces.

All they did was giggle again, and lick the spunk clean from each other’s faces, and then my cock.

“How sexy was that Mr Finch? Both of them were pleased with their work.

“I hope you didn’t mind us taking advantage of you. But seriously we must catch up if you wanted to?”

As we got dressed again, I nodded saying it might be fun, and I gave Emma my mobile number to put in her phone.

The girls left to go back to the main body of the party, leaving me slightly mesmerised. When I had gathered myself, I made my way back too, intending to seek out Evie, or Laura.

I went into the garden to get some fresh air; it was now nearly midnight, and the party was still in full swing. I kept seeing various people in states of undress, and in various compromising positions, but no Evie or Laura.

After a little while I decided to get another drink, and wandered back into the kitchen. Standing near the soft drinks was a tall, elegant, blonde woman, I guess in her late fifties, and who I seemed to vaguely recognise.

I remarked that I needed something non alcoholic to chill out with.

“I’m not surprised after those two girls, Mr Finch.”

I looked puzzled, and slightly guilty, “Oh you saw me. Rather young for me I guess, but how did you know my name?”

“I’m Emma’s mum, and we used to discuss her progress at parents’ evenings!”

If there was a sound for dropping jaws then there would have been a loud crash.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Mrs Price, Emma, your daughter, oh god sorry, sorry.”

Mrs Price laughed loudly, which I took as a good sign.

“Don’t be silly, I find it amusing. I’ve been single for twenty years now, and I’ve dropped in and out of swinging. I introduced Emma to some of my friends a couple of years ago,

so she knows what’s what. But what a coincidence finding you here. I guess she and Tracey couldn’t resist winding you up.”

“I’m grateful, yes it’s been quite an evening, one I won’t forget in a long time.”

“Well the night is young Mr Finch, and if you’ve had my daughter, then I think you ought to have the mum too!”

My brain thought, “is this really happening?”

I didn’t have time to follow that thought, because Mrs Price took my hand, and led me out canlı casino siteleri of the kitchen, through the garden room, and out into the garden.

“The Andersons, whose party this is, are great friends of mine. They give me certain privileges, follow me, and be careful where you walk.”

The moon was bright, and I followed her through a gap in a hedge, and round a corner to where there was a small patio, and a summerhouse. Mrs Price produced a key, and we entered. Inside was a fully furnished space, with table and chairs, and a large sofa.

Locking the door behind her she said, “We don’t want to be disturbed.”

She stepped towards me, and I caught the smell of expensive perfume as she put her arms around my neck.

“Shall we see if I match up to my daughter,” and then kissing me she told me, “Get undressed.”

There was enough light from the moon for me to strip off, and put my clothes on the table.

“I can’t go on calling you Mrs Price can I, what’s your name?”

“Actually I thnk it’s a bit of a turn on using Mrs Price, and Mr Finch, it’s fun. Sit down on the sofa and enjoy.”

I did as I was told, and in the moonlight I watched as Mrs Price reached behind her neck, unzipping her dress, and letting it fall to the floor. I caught my breath. This evening continued to surprise.

She stood there in black bra, black lace panties, black suspender belt, and black lace topped stockings.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I couldn’t help blaspheming. ” Mrs Price, you are sex on legs.”

“Hmmmmmmm, well let’s see if you can fuck me like sex on legs.”

Mrs Price knelt on the sofa beside me, and leaning forward kissed me. Her mouth opened and our tongues played, the taste of her lipstick acting like an aphrodisiac. I reached behind her, and unclipped her bra, her breasts tumbling out, so that I could stroke the soft skin, and the erect nipples.

She slipped between my legs, and on her knees on the floor, placed her breasts around my cock, and started to titty fuck me. I could see her face looking up at me, and so I kissed her again. I deided that it was my turn to be assertive.

“Ok Mrs Price, Mr Finch is going to see how obedient you are. Hopefully better behaved than your daughter. Stand up.”

“Oh Mr Finch, I might be naughtier than her.”

Standing up I told her to bend over.

The sound of my palm on her lace covered ass echoed round the summerhouse.

“Ouch,” and then another, “Ouch,” as my hand landed on her other cheek. “Mr Finch, oooooh that hurts.”

“Just a taste of what happens to naughty girls if they step out of line.” As I said that, I slid the black panties down her thighs, and they dropped to the floor.

She was still bending over, her hands on her knees. “Spread your legs Mrs Price, I want to feel your pussy.”

I smoothed my hands over the cheeks of her ass, where my slaps had just landed, and from there my fingers slid between her pussy lips into the wetness beyond.

There was a gasp, followed by a louder gasp, and a moan as I pushed my cock inside.

My thighs were pressing against her buttocks, and I gripped her hips pulling her onto me.

I started to thrust forwards, both of us grunting like two animals in the dark.

“Mr Finch, Mr Finch, I’m cumming, god yes, I’m cumming, fuck, fuck,…fuck.”

Mrs Price’s legs started to buckle, and it was all I could do to hold her up. My cock slipped out, and I turned her around, and laid her back on the sofa, before plunging my cock back into her pussy.

“Oh god Mr Finch, don’t stop, fuck me harder,” Mrs Price’s hips were rising up to meet me so hard that I was finding it difficult to hold on. Gripping the back of the sofa, I pumped harder.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming again. Mr Finch, make me cum again.” And she did. She shouted at the top of her voice, “Mr Finch!”

The pure carnal violence was enough to start me cumming. As I began to spurt, Mrs Price’s thrusting upwards caused my cock to slip out of her pussy, and the second, and third spurts of semen shot up over her tummy, and breasts. As the rest of my ejaculation seeped out I pushed my cock back into her pussy. The semen on her breasts smeared itself on both our bodies, the characteristic perfume of sex mixing with our perspiration.

We both collapsed, and kissing each other softly, I heard Mrs Price say, “Oh my god Mr Finch, you certainly know the science of sex, I want more lessons.”

It took a few minutes for both of us to recover, and finally we got dressed.

“Mr Finch, that was fantastic, I really would like to see you again, would you give me your number?

“Yes, I’d like to see you again, you are such a very sexy lady.”

We left the summerhouse, and made our way back inside.

The first people we bumped into were Emma and Tracey. They took one look at us, and Emma said, “Mum you haven’t?”

Mrs Price just smiled, and Emma and Tracey started to giggle yet again.

I left Emma and Tracey with their mum, and in the lounge I found Laura and Evie who told me that they had spent the evening with Evie’s accountant friend and two other guys. Jimmy joined us a little later, and we all got the taxi back to Laura’s.

We were all exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied.

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Rita logged onto Craigslist, clicked on “Casual Encounters,” filled out the required information, then sat back and thought about how exactly her ad should read.

She already knew that “women seeking men” got more hits than any other category. But since there were so many semen hunters out there—women who loved to suck cock and eat the fruits of their labors—her ad had to be enticing enough to attract even the fussiest connoisseur of bukkake.

Rita took a deep breath, then began typing.

“WHERE HAVE ALL THE BAD BOYS GONE?”

“Flirty, curvaceous blond with cupcake tits, a rock-and-roll caboose, and dynamite legs seeks pro-sex sperm donors for backyard bukkake. Must be cut, clean, disease-free and multi-orgasmic. No druggies, winos, or geriatrics (sorry Dad). Looks, race, or body type not important; stamina is. My goal: to become absolutely drenched from head to toe in your secret sauce. Yum! Refreshments provided. Safe suburban environment. All parties sworn to discretion. Send particulars, and let’s get this party started!!”

The ad seemed a little wordy, but Rita hit “submit” on her computer screen and immediately felt her pulse quicken. Jesus, she’d actually gone and done it! She’d invited a posse of strange men to her modest stucco tract house so that they could violate her naked body with what she hoped would be oodles of warm, syrupy cum. The very thought caused her to shiver with pleasure.

But what would the neighbors think? Well, who gave a fuck? There was no brow-beating Home Owner’s Association to worry about. And besides, she was a free, white, thirtyish single female with a healthy libido, and she had every right to express it in whatever way she chose. So there.

Hell, she might even tell Jan, her next-door neighbor, just to get a rise out of her. Poor thing, her husband Tom was cut down in that stupid Afghanistan war and was now confined to a wheelchair. Jan had confided to Rita that she could still get him off with her mouth or her hand, but when it came to getting something for herself she was left to her own devices—the kind that took double-A batteries.

So maybe she should invite Jan to the party! How hot would that be if the two of them, conventional suburbanite women who paid taxes, put out the flag on holidays, and kept their lawns neatly groomed, got defiled inside a circle of masturbating horn dogs? Corrupting the neighbor lady would only add to the excitement!

…

Rita couldn’t sleep that night, even after rubbing one off, which usually did the trick. She was too keyed up by the fantasy she’d created, and though she’d vowed not to check her email inbox until the following day, she felt like a kid at Christmas unable to wait for Santa.

Would anyone actually answer her ad? Or was her idea too twisted for even the horniest guys out there? Fuck it, she had to find out.

At 4:00 a.m. she fired up the computer and braced herself for rejection. But what she found instead was just the opposite—her inbox was overflowing with responses! There really was a Santa Claus!

Her eyes darted across the screen, trying to take in everything at once. Some men asked if they could fuck her, but only after she was covered in semen. Other men wanted to piss on her while she sucked cock. The idea intrigued her, but it wasn’t part of the plan.

There were even a few guys whose only interest was in licking up all the ejaculate from her body when the party was over. These guys were clearly unclear on the concept. This was her kink, not theirs.

Rita even got replies from a few women. While her heart hammered in her chest and she felt herself becoming moist underneath her flimsy nightie, she read them. Most asked if they could join in, and congratulated her for her sex-positive, go-girl initiative. A few asked if they could simply sit on the sidelines and bring themselves to orgasm while they watched.

One crusty old broad who identified herself as “Granny Pervert” asked if the guys could cum a second time into a pair of her double-wide panties, which she wanted to wear all the next day. Go granny!

All told, Rita counted 137 replies, and the ad wasn’t even a day old! Assuming that she could weed out the creeps and weirdoes and impotent pretenders, that still left plenty of men to reach her goal of two dozen.

Twenty-four men playing with themselves in her own backyard—what a trip! She closed her eyes and with growing arousal imagined the scene that she hoped would play out on her lush lawn inside her high fences. The sun would be shining. The birds would be chirping. And a shitload of sexed-up men would be grunting and groaning and crying out as they came on her face.

Mother, Rita thought, you’ve raised a very dirty girl.

…

The following day Rita asked Jan over for coffee and croissants. She was anxious to let her neighbor in on her debaucherous plan, but she needed to gauge the woman’s temperature first. If Jan ran as hot as Rita did it would be smooth sailing. casino oyna If not, then she would have to take matters—and multiple cocks—into her own hands.

“You’ve invited how many strange men to your house? And what the heck is bukkake anyway? Is that like croquet or something?”

Rita laughed. “Jan, honey, when is the last time you’ve been seriously fucked, and I mean fucked damn well?”

Jan choked on her coffee. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business. Besides, ever since Tom’s injury I haven’t even had time to think about, you know, doing it.”

“Bullshit,” Rita said, smiling pleasantly as she took Jan’s hand. “We’re no different than men. We have desires. We have urges. That’s why I want you to come to my party. You of all people deserve it, girl.”

“To your bukkake party? I’m sorry, but I still don’t know what that is.”

“Don’t watch much porn, huh? Let me ask you something, Jan, woman to woman.”

“What?” Jan said, looking visibly uncomfortable.

“Do you like semen? Now before you answer, I’m not talking about the thimbleful of spunk you probably milk from Tom’s cock. No offense intended. No, what I’m talking about is getting marinated in so much sperm that you stick to the lawn furniture.”

Jan looked at Rita with open-mouthed disbelief. “You can’t be serious. You mean that’s the reason you’ve asked all those men over?”

“Pretty incredible, huh? And get this—one’s a cop and one’s a firefighter. Wouldn’t you love to see some firehouse hottie wanking off while you’re sucking the cock of officer whoever?”

“This is insane, Rita. You’re insane. These guys could be criminals or rapists. Or pimps looking to kidnap you! You can’t trust anyone online these days.”

Rita took a sip of her coffee, then crossed her tanned legs and gazed out the sliding glass door into the backyard. “Right out there, Jan,” she said, gesturing toward her well-manicured lawn, which was surrounded by a beautiful rose garden. “That’s where it’s all going to happen. Think of it. You and I stretched out on lawn chairs looking downright fuckable as the boys come filing in through the gate.”

Jan was silent for a long moment, but her prurient curiosity had been piqued. “They’ll be nervous, won’t they? They’ll be looking around to see if they’ve been set up, maybe even caught in an FBI sting.”

“Yes Jan,” Rita said. “There hearts will be pounding. Beads of perspiration will be running down their necks. But despite all that their cocks will already be swelling and pressing against their flies, and the lure of hot, filthy sex with a couple of wanton women will be too powerful to resist.”

Jan sighed longingly. “We’ll watch them undress, won’t we?”

“Hell yes!” Rita said. “We’ll ogle the fuck out of them. And who knows, maybe you and I will already be naked. And maybe we’ll even be masturbating while we watch them peel off their clothes. Do you know what the sight of a masturbating woman does for a man’s cock? It’s visual Viagra!”

Jan had closed her eyes and was imagining all the vile, degrading things she and Rita could do and have done to them. “Yes, she said. “Go on.”

Rita put down her coffee cup and stood abruptly. “I can’t. Talking about this is just too difficult because I’m… I’m just so fucking…”

“Horny?” Jan said. “I know. I am, too. I thought after Tom got hurt that I’d learn to live without sex, but right now you’ve got me so wet that I’m going right home and have that invalid husband of mine eat me out from his wheelchair.”

“Well hello kitty! Then I’ll see you on Wednesday? Around one? You do enjoy the feel of a warm, throbbing, spurting penis in your mouth, don’t you?”

Jan giggled. “In high school when we used to suck guys off under the bleachers and let them cum in our mouths, we called it cock gravy. And every guys cum tasted different. Once we even had this party where the girls were blindfolded and had to guess whose cock belonged to which cum.”

“Why you filthy little tramp,” Rita said. “You were born for bukkake Now all you have to on Wednesday is make yourself pretty, tell Tom that you’re going to a Tupperware party, then come on over and we’ll drive the little boys wild.”

…

Tuesday night was another sleepless one for Rita. She tossed and turned, thinking about the day’s events to come. Had she chosen well? She was pretty sure she’d eliminated the losers, like the guys who sent her pictures of their junk. Not that she didn’t love looking at them, but it seemed a little too look-at-me presumptuous.

And what about Jan? Was she totally invested in the fantasy, or had Rita’s cock talk only gotten her momentarily hot-and-bothered? It was probably a good idea that she had called Jan and asked her to come over at 11 a.m. instead of 1 p.m.

“Why so early?” Jan had asked, sounding more eager than Rita had expected.

“Well, not that we need any mood enhancers, but I thought we could shave each other’s pussys to get our juices flowing. slot oyna Just think of it as a sisterly bonding act.”

Jan didn’t immediately respond, but Rita could hear heavy breathing over the phone. Finally she said, “You’re scandalous. You’re very immoral. And what’s weird is that I’m starting to like that about you.”

“So I’ll see you around eleven-ish?”

“I’ll be there. And I’ll bring my own razor.”

…

By Wednesday noon everything appeared ready. After showering together Rita and Jan took turns sitting their fleshy bottoms on the bathroom’s marble vanity and had their pussys lathered up and shaved to a baby-smooth finish. Then they each put on a pair of sexy summer cut-offs and skanky, strappy tops before dragging out a large metal tub of beer on ice, some chips and cookies, a pile of old bath towels, and several tubes of flavored lubricant.

“Now we wait,” Rita said, tamping down her anticipation with some deep-breathing exercises. “I’m so glad you’re here, Jan. When I think about it, if I’d had to swallow the loads of twenty-four men multiple times, they would have had to wire my jaw shut afterwards. This way we can both get a bellyful of cum without ending up in the hospital.”

Jan smiled. They were sitting in the sun on lawn chairs, feeding off each other’s excitement. “I have a confession,” she said. “I decided to be honest with Tom about what I was going to do.”

“You didn’t!”

“Oh, don’t worry—he’s into it. He said it was the nastiest thing he could ever imagine his mousy little housewife doing. In fact, he showed me how to set up the video camera on the tripod, because he wants to watch the tape when I get home. That’s it just poking over the fence, see? Are you upset?”

“Upset? I’ll show you how upset I am.”

Rita got up from her chair and put herself in view of the camera. “I hope he’s rolling,” she said. She lifted her top up over her sumptuous tits and jiggled them, then pinched her nipples and let out an exaggerated groan. “That ought to give him something to jack off to.”

“Oh, Tom will love that. He likes women with more than a handful of tit.”

When Rita returned to her chair the women sat in tense silence while they each nursed their second bottle of beer. Then they heard the metallic clank of the gate being unlatched, and they both sat up straight and joined hands.

“This is it, sister,” Rita said. “They’re here. Are you still with me? Are you still up for putting some strange guy’s marbles in your mouth while he jacks off in your face?”

“More than ever,” Jan said. “I feel like the star of my own porn shoot. Let’s do this.”

…

The men shuffled uncertainly into the backyard in two’s and three’s in the awkward manner that guys have on first dates. They quickly assessed their surroundings, ready to run at the first sign of trouble. When everything appeared as promised, they relaxed and let their eyes fall on Rita and Jan.

“Help yourselves to a beer, fellas,” Rita said, ever the gracious hostess. “And put yourselves at ease. We’re all here for the same reason—to act out our kinkiest fantasies. Cheers!”

When the last man walked through the gate and shut it securely behind him, Rita whispered to Jan. “Well this is better than fucking Baskin Robbins. We’ve got white cock, brown cock, black cock, even pink cock, judging by that guy’s complexion.”

“And check out that redhead,” Jan whispered back. “I’ll bet he’s got a freckled one.”

“Okay, neighbor—get ready to get spunked on.”

…

After beer and brief introductions, Rita and Jan positioned the men so that they formed a lopsided circle in full view of the barely noticeable camera. Then Rita stepped into the center of it and gave each man a quick once-over. Some of the guys were tall, some were very good-looking, and some were neither. There were pudgy ones, stout ones, and some who clearly spent lots of time at the gym. Most had short, close-cropped hair or completely shaved skulls, but a couple wore ponytails and earrings.

“Not a bad crew,” Rita said as the men eagerly undressed her with their eyes. “And I’m sure your wives and girlfriends know exactly what you’re up to, right?”

The men chuckled nervously and stared at their shoes.

“Well first, thank you for coming. And later I hope to be thanking you for cumming. Because, as my ad suggested, this little get-together is all about me and my desire to get bathed in that precious, goopy stuff that squirts out of your little spigots.”

“Who says their little?” one man said, getting a big laugh.

Another man, a tall, muscular guy with a brush mustache who Rita was convinced was the firefighter said, “Where have you been all my life?”

Rita motioned for Jan to step inside the circle. “As an added bonus,” she announced, “let me introduce my terribly naughty neighbor, who we’ll just call Madam X. Madam X, do you have anything to say to the boys before we begin?”

Jan blushed like a canlı casino siteleri schoolgirl, then spun in a slow circle to check out the quarter-acre of male flesh that encircled the two women. Then, to Rita’s pleasant surprise, she hooked her thumbs under her Love Pink top and flicked it over her head, revealing smallish but still very perky tits. Thanks to the already sexed-up atmosphere in the backyard, her pointy nipples were engorged, and this gave Rita a sudden inspiration.

“How would you guys like to see me suckle my neighbor’s titties? Yeah?”

The men answered with a rowdy chorus of Fuck yeahs!

Rita rested her hand on Jan’s bare shoulder, and while her petite neighbor stiffened under her touch she bent low and completely engulfed one of Jan’s tits while she tweaked the opposite nipple with a thumb and forefinger. Some guy let out a whoop. Another one groaned with satisfaction. Jan mewled softly under Rita’s exploring tongue, and the women could see some of the men grabbing at their crotches. This was a very good sign.

But Rita wanted to provoke the men further. She looked at Jan, and with a dirty-girl gleam in her eye she said, “You’re not by any chance pregnant, are you sweetie? Because there’s nothing I enjoy more than drinking from a woman’s lactating nipple—unless it’s guzzling a milk glass full of fresh semen!”

As Jan’s eyes widened with surprise, Rita made another pass over her saliva-damp areola with the entire length of her tongue. “Oopsie,” she said. “No milk this time.”

…

Things were definitely heating up. Jan loved the way Rita was toying with the men, feeding their arousal. She felt the delicious power of her own nakedness infecting the men as well. They were growing weak in the knees. Their ability to restrain themselves was breaking down. And because they made her feel so sexy and desirable, her confidence soared.

“I’ve got something to say, gentlemen,” she said.

“Talk to us, sweetheart,” one of the ponytails said.

Jan cocked a hip and tossed back her long, brown hair. “I’m her for the same reason Rita is,” she said. “I want to suck cock. I want to roll your testicles around in my mouth. I want to make you so crazy with desire that you forget your names or where you live. Then, when your fucking cocks are ready to spurt, when you just can’t hold back a second longer, I want to wear your cum like a second skin. I want it in my hair, on my face, running down my ass crack, dripping down my throat. I want you to feed me your cum like honey.”

A stunned silence followed. The men stared at her with glazed eyes and open mouths. Then Rita laughed and said “Seriously! I could not have stated our mission any better. Good job, neighbor. Now the first order of business is to lose our fucking clothes. It’s such a nice day out—let’s get nekkid.”

The men clapped and cheered like they were at a pep rally and quickly undressed while they watched Rita and Jan undress each other. When everyone was finally naked a surge of synched-up sexual energy passed through them like an electric current.

The men closed the circle tighter. Jan and Rita squatted side by side on their haunches, their womanly hips flaring, their butt cheeks unashamedly spread wide open. Rita already felt on the verge of an orgasm—and she hadn’t even touched herself!

She looked around almost in disbelief. It was fucking amazing what she’d accomplished. Twenty-four men had walked in off the street into her cookie cutter backyard, taken off all their clothes, and were now engaged in bringing their cocks to life in whatever way could make them hard. Forehanded, backhanded, cupping their balls, choking their cockheads—the guys were really getting after it!

Rita took Jan’s hand and whispered in her ear. “Let’s give these jackoffs some added inspiration.”

“What do you mean? They look pretty inspired already.”

“I know. But still it would be fun if…”

“If what?”

“If we licked each other’s pussys.”

“Oh my God, are you serious? I’ve never, you know…”

“Eaten pussy? It’s easy. And it’s so good. Just do the things to me that you like having done to you. Remember, you’re doing this for Tom, too. And nothing excites guys more than a little girl-on-girl action.”

…

The backyard had grown eerily quiet, as if the men were loitering inside a dirty book store. Their brows were furrowed in masturbatory concentration. They stared at their hardening cocks or simply out into space, honoring the Guy Code of not meeting each other’s eyes.

Rita coaxed Jan to lie on her back in the cool grass, then told her to raise her knees and spread her legs. Then Rita lowered her ass over Jan’s face until her lubricated slit was inches from her neighbor’s mouth.

The men watched as intently as if they were at a sporting event. Rita pried open Jan’s swollen vulva, then lapped hungrily at the exposed inner lips, smacking her own as she relished the taste of her neighbor’s cunt. She chewed indecently on the hot pink folds of pussy flesh while Jan writhed and moaned beneath her. Then she sucked Jan’s engorged clit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it while she buried two fingers into her wet cunny.

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When Danial awoke in the morning he looked to his wife Janice and found her still being fucked by one of his friends from his university days. Five of them had dropped in the evening before; luckily his daughter Kimberly was staying with a friend as his friends had been fucking Janice and himself since they arrived.

Janice appeared to be sleeping as she was shafted but his friend said “The slut passed out again!”

Danial said “Awake or passed out she’s still a good fuck, eh?”

His friend replied “Fuck yeah, I’ve never known a bitch to take so much cock and keep coming back for more, you sure scored well marrying this cunt and I have to say and don’t take it the wrong way but I’d sure love to fuck the shit out of your daughter, she’s a dead set fox!”

Danial reclining on his pillow as he watched his wife being fucked said, “No that’s alright mate, I know what you mean. I’m her Father but it hasn’t escaped my attention how much she’s blossomed.” He wasn’t going to tell his buddy that he regularly gave his daughter a thorough shafting in her pussy or arse or how well she sucked cock.

As he lay there watching, another of his friends lifted and pushed his legs back before sliding his cock easily up Danial’s receptive arse and started a leisurely fucking motion.

Danial said “Ah man, I could wake up like this every day, you guys are staying for a week right?”

His friend said “We’d love too but we’re actually catching a cruise ship today, It’s an adults only clothing optional cruise. We’re gonna be doing a lot of fucking but we’ll stop in again on the way back.”

When his buddy had filled his arse with his morning load, Danial got up and showered and prepared to go to work. Before he left, he kissed his wife goodbye and said to his friends “Help yourselves to Janice and make yourselves at home before you go, I’ll see you when you come back.”

They all said their goodbye’s as they swapped spit in some deep kissing then Danial was off to the office.

His first port of call at work was the security booth where he watched the monitors as one of his day-work security team, Leroy pumped his bowels with a big black cock. He’d been well fucked by his uni buddies overnight which made Leroy’s penetration a bit easier.

Danial lived to fuck women but he still loved being a receiver for hard cock figuring being on the receiving end made him a more attuned for pleasuring the sluts in his life, except for when he was just using an available fuck hole to get off.

With his lower intestine once again brimming with another mans seed he made his way to his office and set to work.

Danial having a spare moment recalled that Becka, the head of Sector G, had failed to make the quota and was due for penalty, so he drafted an email.

He directed the email to the 250 male employee’s in his company; all worked in the building and Danial had been intimate with every one of them. Danial made it a point to only hire bisexual men. He knew women would do anything with any gender once they were warmed up.

“It has come to light that Sector G, has failed to meet the quota, which as you know is an easily attainable minimum for the given time frame.”

Therefore it has been decided at managerial levels that department head Becka Conway is to receive corporate penalty for failure to properly motivate her team.”

I have drafted a roster for all 250 male personnel, with each receiving a half hour window”

“Miss Conway’s punishment will come at the hands of company personnel to remind her that we achieve our goals together.”

Commencing on Monday from 8:00am and continuing on business days until completion, you will all attend Miss Conway’s office and fuck the useless bitch’s arsehole until you unload up her guts.”

“She is to be given no respite no matter what pleas she may make, your task is simple, get in, unload and get out.”

“You have all been rostered according to penis size so that she will be tight for traction as punishment proceeds”

“If during the process any of you are finding difficulty unloading (I imagine the cunt’s arsehole will be a sloppy mess in short order), you may use her vagina or mouth to get results. If so it is imperative that the useless slut does not enjoy herself and under no circumstances should she be allowed to achieve orgasm.”

“I recommend that if Miss Conway shows signs of impending orgasm that you utilise means to prevent her pleasure. Might I suggest, pulling out, roughly casino oyna twisting her nipples or simply slapping the bitch across the face.”

“As usual punishment will be recorded for office playback to inspire others.”

“To those of you who are subordinate to miss Conway, you will wear a mask when you rape her to avoid possible backlash, should she feel so inclined.”

“I will be passing miss Conway’s office on occasion during her penalty so be sure to give this task your best. I know from experience that you have never let me down in this activity.”

“Thank you gentlemen for your attention. I know you are all behind me and I welcome you there.”

Danial’s email was received and responded to enthusiastically by all within twenty minutes.

Danial pondered that in the time his company had existed, he had only ever instigated corporate punishment three times, and it had to be said that those three employees were the best performers on his payroll, each recovering from their penalty and bouncing back stronger and only one had been hospitalised with anal bleeding. He was justly proud of his managerial skills.

Just thinking about the pain and torment that arse slut Conway was going to endure had Danial barred up and his erect penis throbbed painfully in his pants.

He got up and went into his en-suite rest room, Yui the Japanese rest room attendant started do say “Can I help you Danial-sa…” as Danial slapped her across the face.

The diminutive girl yelped in shock and slumped to the tiled floor, Danial flipped her onto her hands and knees and brutally shoved his whole cock up her dry snatch, satisfied as the little Japanese girl screamed at the penetration.

Danial fucked the wailing young girl until she started to juice up then pulled out. He stood up and relaxed over her until he started pissing on her, that was her job after all. Having emptied his bladder, he zipped up and said “That’s for your country’s treatment of China you fucking yellow filth!” and he returned to his office.

Using the intercom he summoned Lucas and Tracy to his office. Lucas arrived first and Danial ushered him over beside his chair and proceeded to extract and suck on the young man’s cock. His own cock was still throbbing, as yet unsatisfied.

When Tracy walked in the office, she stood before the desk, saying nothing about the blatant homosexual behaviour before her. Danial had Lucas sit on his desk and bent over to resume his blow job and said “Eat my arse Tracy, fingers and tongue!” Tracy crouched behind her boss and parting his cheeks commenced eating the hairy and musty cleft, probing her tongue into her employers sphincter.

Lucas moaned in pleasure at the feeling around his cock as it was expertly felated,

When Tracy had both her thumbs in his arse ring, gaping him and stabbing into the ring with her tongue, “Danial said “Lube, slut!”

Tracy started hocking up saliva and spitting into Danial gaped arse ring, it was truly a spectacle to behold and Danial would enjoy replaying the scene at home as he fucked his wife or daughter.

Danial stood up and rearranged the two, saying, “Tracy on your back on the desk.” The young girl quickly shed her skirt and blouse leaving only stocking and heels and lay atop the desk.

Danial stepped between her legs and pushed deep into her cunt. When his balls were resting against her flesh he said, “Okay Luke, let me feel everything you’ve got.

Lucas positioned himself behind Danial and pushed his nine and a half inches slowly to the hilt in his boss’s arsehole. Once they were skin to skin, he leaned into the penetration and assumed a stance for better leverage then started shafting, enjoying the snug fit of his employers butt.

As Danial was fucked by Lucas he sucked and chewed on Tracy’s ample tit flesh, saying “Ohhh fuck I love your tits, Tracy, they’re great to suck on and I love blowing a load on them.”

Tracy said “Thank you sir, I’m glad I can be of service to you, the only reason for my existence is to be a ready fuck for men.”

Danial said “True, women are a waste of space when they’re not taking cock, though females are good for cooking and cleaning so your worth having around.”

Turning to Lucas he said “Pull back and just leave the head in.” Lucas obliged and Danial started to fuck Tracy, as he pulled back he impaled himself on Lucas before pushing back into Tracy and sliding back up Lucas’s cock.

Danial rode Lucas, exercising his sphincter slot oyna muscles in the process as he drove in and out of Tracy’s now dripping snatch. He loved fucking this way, enjoying the best of both worlds and he felt gratified when Tracy tensed up and started gushing from her cunt, squirting around his rampant tool just as Lucas started grunting behind him and unleashing a river of sperm up his receptive arse tract.

The double stimulation felt amazing and Danial started to cum hard, it felt as though he were pissing semen into Tracy’s convulsing cunt, the ropes were being jettisoned from his balls so fast.

Danial pulled out of Tracy, impaling himself once again on Lucas’s cock and said “Thank you Luke, you may eat Tracy’s cream-pie.” the young man leaned between her legs and started slurping away at the sticky mess there.

Danial put one foot up on the desk and positioned his bottom over Tracy’s face and said “Eat bitch.” he felt the girls tongue snake around his battered ring hole with the sound of swallowing soon after. When he felt she’d finished he got off the desk. He said, Good work Luke; Tracy be a good slut and clean our cock’s.” Standing next to Luke he made out with the younger man as Tracy dutifully sucked all traces of their coupling from the glistening cock meat before her.

When they were both clean Danial said “Thank you both, you may return to your work.”

Lucas said “Sure thing boss.”

Tracy said “Yes sir, thank you for letting me be of use to you.”

After such satisfying sex Danial needed to piss again and went back into his rest room. The young Japanese girl Yui flinched as he came near her and Danial said “Calm down you geisha slut, I only slapped you before because you’re a filthy piece of immigrant trash. Now get on your fucking knees so I can piss down your worthless Asian throat and if you don’t drink it all, there’ll be trouble.

Danial inserted his cock head in her mouth and started urinating, Yui opened her throat and allowed the pungent acidic fluid to fill her stomach. When Danial’s flow stopped she sucked on the softened meat to extract any remaining drops and said “Thank you Danial-san, for keeping me in my place, it is my honour to serve you!”

Danial went to the sink and washed his hands, he looked back at Yui then spat in her face. She looked back at him with his saliva speckling her face and said Thank you Danian-san.” he returned to his office.

Setting to work once again it was just before lunch time when he summoned Chastity, Lucy and Georgia to his office. When the three ladies presented before his desk, without looking up from his work he said “Go over to the lounge and have lezzo sex, I want something to watch as I ponder a few issues here.”

The girls went and sat down, two started Frenching while the third started to unbutton blouses and suck on nipples, soon enough they were all in varying states of undress and the office was full of moans and whimpers as fingers and tongues delved and caressed.

When Danial next glanced over two were in a sixty nine while the other was giving a rim job. He took a moment to admire the lithe toned limbs of the three beautiful women and he felt satisfied that there were no ugly fat cunts in his employ. All the women kept themselves in shape with controlled diet and exercise to be most sexually appealing as stated in their contract.

Suddenly Danial was inspired and drafted an email to his female personnel, it read “Ladies, Please be advised that from here on Tuesday of every week in Winter will be ‘Tits Out Tuesday’. So dress down accordingly during that season.”

Danial was now looking forward to Winter and all the magnificent tits and erect nipples that’ll be on show. He felt very lucky to be in charge of his perfect world.

As he watched the three women engaging on his lounge he drafted another e-mail. He chose twenty of his male employees at random with this instruction “Assess your work area and identify the female most distant from your position. Attached you will find a directive from me, print out this page and hand it to the female. When she has read it, fuck the bitch any way you want for the next hour, then return to work.”

With that sent out he took the list of names and went for a walk to the various offices to see what was transpiring. At the first he found a typist on her knees being skull fucked and obviously not enjoying it.

At the seventh office he visited he couldn’t initially see any action but when he canlı casino siteleri looked further he found Marie the department head bent over her desk being slam fucked by one of the Junior staff members. Danial thought ‘Wow, the bitch must have been pretty hard on him because he is holding nothing back’ the young man was fucking her that hard that her desk had been pushed across the room and was hard up against the wall as he pounded into her.

The sounds Marie was making were plainly ones of discomfort. Danial glanced at his watch and thought ‘You’ve only had twenty minutes so far Marie and I’d say you’ll get arse reamed and have your face painted before this is over. It may teach you a lesson on how to manage people.’

As Danial witnessed each coupling under his directive he saw acts of passion through to mild brutality, he saw one young girl being fucked by a black guy and each time she whimpered or moaned he’d slap her face, tits or hips. Not hard enough to cause bruising, he wouldn’t condone that behaviour, but certainly hard enough for shock value.

The things Danial observed had made him hard, so he grabbed a girl in the elevator, pressed the emergency stop button and with no explanation, bent her over, whipped up her skirt and started fingering her twat. When she was wet enough he started fucking her.

He knew her of course but he couldn’t quite place her name, not that it mattered.

He slid in and out of the girl steadily for ten minutes, changing his rhythm and depth of stroke. He made her cum a couple of times before he pushed her to the floor in the corner and stroked himself off, cumming in streams all over the hapless young girl.

He flicked the last of his seed from his dripping cock in her direction and zipped himself up, as he hit the start button on the elevator. As it pinged on his floor and the doors opened he said “Thanks cunt.” and he walked out before eleven men and women walked in seemingly unconcerned about a dazed, half naked young women on the floor covered in cum.

Back in his office Danial paused from his work and phoned his wife Janice.

Janice recognised her husbands private office number and answered the phone “Hello this is ‘cum-slut-whore’ speaking!”

Danial said “Hey babe, I was just thinking how much I enjoyed having all the guys in bed with us last night and I thought that while Chantelle is staying with friends that I might bring home some of the office staff for more orgy action, what do you think?”

Janice said, “Yes please honey, but invite at least six guys and as many girls as you want, I want three guys in me all the time. I so enjoyed having all your uni friends up me.”

Danial said, “Yes it was great, okay I’ll tee it up. Did the guys get away alright?”

Janice said “I guess so, truth is I woke up covered in cum with more leaking out of my pussy and arse and they were gone.”

Danial said “Fuck babe, you’re the nastiest slut I know, the boys really enjoyed using you, they were impressed with your sex drive.”

Janice replied “Well of course honey, it’s what bitches are good for!”

Danial said “Okay slut guts, I’ll see you this evening. I know ‘tellies not coming home but call her and tell her you and I are having a fuck-fest just in case.”

Danial hung up the call and then searched through his company directory until he had located seven guys who were at least 9 inches hard and seven girls with double-D tits figuring big cocks and big tits would be the most fun.

His plans had made him horny again and he didn’t want to waste another load so he summoned three guys to his office. When the men arrived he had them all sit on the lounge and he got on his knees and blew them each in turn, loving the huge mouthfuls of creamy cum they fired down his throat.

He sent the guys back to work and drafted an email to that nights guests.

“This message is a directive that you will be required as guests tonight at the Shaftbury home for a night of debauched and depraved sexual activity.”

“Refreshments and sleeping arrangements will be available.”

Please congregate in meeting room D at days end.”

Danial CC’d all in the message so each could see who else was invited, then he sent a message to Janice including pictures of all those invited. He could well imagine his slut wife would be creaming herself over the pictures. The pictures of his employees were staged pictures of them in certain poses. The men were naked and oiled to highlight their ripped muscles and erect cocks.

The women’s pictures were in lewd and revealing lingerie, spread eagle and laying back fully exposed. All highly erotic. Danial perused the pictures himself, it would be another great night.

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As I was drying off from a nice, hot evening shower, I heard the familiar frosty sound of the icebox closing. Not a second later, the familiar “clank” of ice cubes landing in an old-fashioned glass brought a satisfied grin to my face. “Ahh, she’s pouring me a strong, straight whiskey,” I thought to myself. I’d know the prize awaiting those consecutive sounds anywhere, as I had prepared it myself hundreds of times over the years. Yes, it was time to relax for the evening.

I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and headed downstairs, but as I turned the corner to the kitchen, I wasn’t prepared for what awaited. Oh, sure, there was the chilled old-fashioned glass half-filled with my best whiskey, but the delicate hand attached to the glass was one of a powerful, sexy woman that I barely recognized.

I couldn’t see below her waist; the table she sat behind blocked my view. A sleek, gray fedora adorned her shiny, long, straight-ironed brown hair, and her nipples protruded through one of my sleeveless, white tank tops. Her expression was fierce as she stared me down.

“Take that crap off. You’re not playing tennis.”

Her sternness excited me, so I gladly removed my shirt and shorts.

“That’s better. Now, crawl over here to me and see the presents I have for you.”

Crawling? Hmmph. She’d never insisted on that before, but I decided to play along. As I knelt to the floor to begin my journey, I noticed her shiny, black heels under the table. As I crawled closer, my eyes traced up her bare legs to her waistline. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I noticed a thick, black strap-on bulging from her groin beneath the table — no clothes, just heels and a strap-on.

As I hesitantly neared her, I asked, “What is this?”

“This is one of your presents, bitch.”

Whoa! The power of that word, being called a bitch stopped me in my tracks.

“What’s wrong,” she inquired in earnest. “Haven’t you ever been a little bitch before? I’ve certainly been your little bitch hundreds of times. I think tonight, it’s your turn.”

I couldn’t disagree with her. I had certainly had my share of blowjobs from her, and just about every single time we had playful sex, I liked to take her ass, spank her and call her my little bitch. It excited her, and it excited me.

She took a sip of whiskey from my glass and said, “Now, stop wasting my time and come over here and suck my cock!”

She spread her legs, and her bulbous, black battering ram pointed directly at my face. I wasn’t sure about this, but I crawled closer to her and stared down the shiny, black barrel. I guess I owed her this much.

“Put your lips on the head of my cock,” she ordered.

I hesitated but then opened my mouth and took the tip of the rubber dildo inside me.

“That’s it, you little fuck. You love to suck cock, don’t you?”

“Y…ye…yes,” I said struggled to say.

She grasped the hair on the top of my head and pulled me deeply onto her phallus. “Oh, that’s it. Suck it nice and deep. I want the back of your throat on the head of my cock…Open your mouth and fucking give it to me.”

She guided my head on and off of her cock. I certainly felt at a disadvantage as I was posed naked on all fours like an obedient whore sucking her cock. Our eyes met as I looked up at her, and she gave me a devilish grin. She was enjoying the power.

“You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you?”

The cock made a suctioning popping sound as I pulled away to answer her.

“I didn’t tell you to stop!” She grabbed the cock and slapped me in the face with it. “You keep sucking me off until I tell you to stop, you horny, little cockslut. I want you to get it nice and casino oyna wet for me.”

I then realized that there was only one reason she needed her cock wet. I began sweating nervously at the thought.

“Oh, that’s right, you dirty, little cocksucker. Just think of all the times I sucked your cock, how you came in my mouth. Think of all those times you bent me over and fucked me up my ass. Think of me yelling in ecstasy as you dominated me and treated me like a bitch. I bet you enjoyed yourself.”

I began sucking her cock harder, as her words excited me beyond belief. I was starting to mentally come to terms with what should and would happen to me tonight.

“Tell me to take your ass,” she commanded. “I want you to say it.”

I looked her into her cold, brown eyes, and she mouthed inaudibly, “Tell…me.”

Her beauty, her ferociousness, the power, the pictures she had painted in my mind was all too hot for me to stand. The dripping wet cock again popped from my mouth, and I uttered, “Please fuck my ass.”

I couldn’t believe I was saying it. I couldn’t believe I wanted it. She took another sip from the old-fashioned glass and gave a pleasing grin. She wiggled her hips a bit slapping me in the mouth with the wet rubber cock. I didn’t mind as her and my eyes transfixed understandingly of what needed to happen.

“So, I see you are pleased with your first present, bitch.”

“First present,” I wondered.

“That’s right, bitch. I said I have pre’sents’ for you not pre’sent.’ Here’s the last one.”

She reached behind her chair grabbing a large box; she placed it on the floor before me. It was wrapped in pink paper with a giant silver bow on it. I couldn’t imagine what she had in store for me, but after the embarrassment and submission to her strap-on cock, a bit of eagerness grew inside.

“Go on; open it!”

I snapped the ribbon from the middle of the package and tore the paper off slowly. A cardboard box awaited, and I tagged at the sides to break the tape that fastened it shut. I opened the box to find many layers of thin, sheer black paper. As I uncovered the paper, I saw the edges of black lace, then a more frilly type of material. I reached in with both hands and pulled it out and held it up.

“Recognize that?”

“Uh…yes,” I uttered.

“What is it, you little whore?”

I struggled, “it…is, uh….it is…a tutu, baby.”

SLAP!

She struck me hard across the face with her hand.

“Don’t you dare call me, baby. Do you understand?”

I stared at her in confused silence.

SLAP!!

I took another blow across the face.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, ” I demanded — half angrily, half excited.

“Put it on!”

“What?!”

SLAP!!!

“PUT…IT…ON!”

“Oh, my God,” I thought to myself. “Was she really serious?” I tested the waters, “Baby, I can’t…”

Before I could complete the sentence: SLAP!!! SLAP!!!!

“You CAN and WILL, bitch. If you ever want to see this beautiful ass again, you’ll do what you’re told.”

The realization that I couldn’t escape this was starting to sink in, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. I stood for the first time since crawling and hesitated as I stepped into the black, frilly tutu. All I could think of was, “oh, Christ, I hope no one sees me in this.”

“That’s it, Donna. I think I’ll call you Donna tonight.”

I must’ve turned ten shades of red being feminized in such a way, but I could not fight the spell she had over me. No mater what, I just wanted her to fuck me. As I pulled the elastic band up around my cock to my waistline, I began transforming — not into a woman, but into a completely helpless fuck slot oyna toy. The blood rushed through my body with excitement, and the wall of shame began to deteriorate as I realized that I was simply there to be fucked…HARD. On this night, I was to submit to her. On this night, I would be her bitch. She stood up and grabbed me by the neck and drew me into her lips. She kissed me passionately and whispered to me, “you’re going to be the woman tonight.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Now turn around and walk over to that island.”

I walked over to the kitchen island facing it.

“Put both hands on your ass and spread your cheek for me. I want to see that bitch pussy that I’m going to fuck.”

I bent over the island and spread my cheeks for her. I felt totally vulnerable, totally a tool. She lifted the back of the tutu as if opening a car hood exposing my ass.

“Ooooh, that’s good, Donna. You’ve got a nice little pussy there. Oh, yeah, Donna…I’m going to enjoy fucking this ass tonight. It’s so nice.”

SPANK!

“Do you like when I spank your ass, Donna?”

“Yes.”

SPANK!! SPANK!!!!

“I know you do, slut.”

I heard a kitchen drawer open but didn’t dare look back. Soon, I felt a cool sensation of lubed fingers touch my ass. Slowly, she penetrated me with two of her fingers. I gasped at the initial intrusion. I couldn’t believe the situation I found myself in with my lover. She began rocking her fingers in and out of my exposed ass with a faster pace, then all of a sudden:

THWACK!

“Ahh!” I let out a yell as I felt the unmistakable assault of a wooden spoon on my left ass cheek. It stung like a bee sting but not unbearable.

“THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!!

“Oh, God!” I yelled. The repetition almost brought tears to my eyes. She slipped a third and fourth finger inside me.

“Are you a whore, Donna?”

“Yes,” I muttered.

“Whose whore are you, Donna?”

“I’m your whore.”

THWACK!!!!

“I didn’t hear you, Donna.”

THWACK!!!!

“Oh, Jesus. I’m YOUR WHORE!”

She reached around my body with the spoon and said, “Open your mouth, bitch.” She placed the long wooden handle of the spoon across the inside of my mouth.

“Bite down.”

I did as she commanded.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now, Donna. I’m going to make you my bitch tonight. If at any time you want me to stop fucking you, I want you to drop the spoon. Do you understand?”

I understood. I chomped down hard on the spoon and was ready to accept her inside me fully. I felt the strap-on touch against my skin at several points along my backward alleyway. She was trying to find the perfect spot for entry. Soon she did. Her penis began to push slowly through my anus walls. I needed something to clutch with my hands, but there was nothing. I bit down harder as she slowly penetrated me.

“Get that ass up where I can fuck it! That’s right, Donna. I wish you could see this cock going inside you. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” I mumbled through the spoon.

“I knew you would.”

She began a slow pumping motion with her hips; I moaned in ecstasy.

I was loving her control over me. Slowly, she fucked my ass. I moaned what seemed like a thousand moans trying not to lose the spoon from my grip.

“Oh, you’re taking my cock so well, Donna.”

She pumped faster. I turned red when she called me Donna and blushed even more when I imagined what I must look like in a black, lacy tutu being bent over and fucked hard by a hot girl in a fedora, wife-beater, strap-on and high heels.

SPANK!!

She slapped my ass hard with her hands and fucked me faster. She was having her way with me. canlı casino siteleri

“Tell me what you want, Donna.”

I didn’t know what to say. My brain was racing to catch up with the exhilaration my body was experiencing. I finally took a breath and realized that she was giving me exactly what I wanted…her power. Upon this realization, shame completely left me, and I yelled out confidently,

“FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!”

This excited her, and she began slamming into my ass so hard that she had to pull my hair to keep her balance.

“Ahhhh!!! Ahhh…..Ahh!” I yelled out.

I was being pounded into submission, and I loved it.

“Whose the bitch, now?” she asked.

“I’m you bitch…I’m a filthy dirty whore for you. Please don’t stop fucking me.”

She let out a little laugh while she drilled me into the island. The pleasure and pain were a perfect mixture of intensity, and I struggled to keep the spoon in my mouth.”

“Don’t you dare let go of that spoon, Donna. I’m nowhere near done fucking you yet.”

Back and forth she rocked me onto her cock. She placed her left index finger inside my mouth and then her right index finger inside my mouth making it almost impossible for me to clench the spoon. As she worked up a faster rhythm in and out of my ass, she pulled my lips backwards with her index fingers daring me to drop the spoon. My asshole was numb to the pain of her assault, but my insides burned with pleasure.

“Whose the bitch, now, Donna?”

“I am” I mumbled.

“Who?”

I couldn’t help it. I yelled, “I AM!”

The spoon dropped onto the island. We both looked down at the spoon, and then she abruptly pulled the cock out of me. She grabbed the spoon, and said, “Oh, Donna. I told you not to drop that spoon while I was fucking you, didn’t I?”

There was a long silence.

“Didn’t I?” THWACK!!

She hit my ass hard with the wooden spoon. I knew I was going to be punished further.

“Turn around and look at me when I talk to you, Donna.”

I turned to face her.

“Lay back on the island, Donna.”

I wasn’t sure what was to come, but I was in sub-space of pure obedience. I was her fuck animal and gladly accepted any order she doled out.

“Touch your pussy, Donna. I want to see you stroke your pussy like a hot little moaning bitch.”

I began stroking my cock for her. It was oozing pre-cum.

“That’s it, Donna. Masturbate that tight little pussy for me.”

Her dirty talk made me stroke my “pussy.” I could feel the volcanic cum inside me start to ascend. I stroked faster and faster for her. Then, she took my hands away from my pussy. With one hand, she began stroking my wet, hardness and with the other, she held the head of the spoon near the end of my shaft opening. I looked up to watch her get me off and was surprised to see her directing my cock to the head of the spoon.

I knew immediately what she had planned for my punishment, and suddenly, my appetite for sex was voracious. My hips bucked upwards off the island as my body writhed to try to prevent the explosion, but it was no use. I had to give in. We met eyes; she gave an amazingly evil grin.

“Cum for me, Donna.”

SPLOOOOOOSH!!!!!

The cum erupted from my body in a long, thick rope of heat into the head of the spoon. It filled the large head of the spoon and dripped over the sides. No words needed to be spoken. I knew what I was to do next. She smiled and slowly moved the spoon to my mouth. I opened wide and was gracious to accept. I licked and tasted every drop.

“Thank you,” I said as I licked the spoon clean.

“You’re welcome, Mike. You were the perfect girlfriend for me tonight. I should be thanking you. I needed that.”

We smiled at each other and kissed passionately. I took the last swallow of whiskey from the old-fashioned glass.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

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*This is the continuation of “Daddy Doesn’t Know”

*

Mom and I fucked every night until my dad came home after two months away on business.

He made it home in time for my graduation, like he promised. They gave me a nice graduation party and bought me a new car.

However, not too long after dad got home, he said he had to go to Asia for an extended period of time and wanted us to go with him. Mom said she couldn’t go and I was going to attend a business school. So, dad left us again for work. However, this time my mom and I were glad he was going.

After dad left, I moved into mom’s bedroom where we fucked all the time. She was becoming my true slut slave. She did everything I wanted her to do, without hesitation.

One night, while we rested between fucks, I told my mother that the sex with her has been great but that we should expand our activities. She looked at me and asked what I meant.

Mom, I want to rent you out, so to speak. My mom looked at like I was crazy. Then she said, “You want me to fuck strangers? Are you crazy?”

“Mom”, I said, “I will get the people for you and I will be there watching you with them.” My mom kept saying she wouldn’t do it. I told her just to think about it and all the fun we could have and maybe make some money too.

The next morning, as we were still laying in bed naked, my mom said, “Josh, you would get the men casino siteleri and women and be there too when I did it?” I told her I would. I also told her that she could keep all the money, as well and we laughed.

She looked at me and said, “Josh, if that is what my baby wants, I will try it.” She then mounted me and rode my cock, saying she was my whore and my cum slut and will do anything for her son. She kept yelling out that she was cumming and rode me frantically until I exploded my cum in her cunt.

After breakfast I told her I would find her first man to fuck.

I went on the internet and found a few possible men. I told them I would meet them and we would make arrangements if I thought they were a fit for my mom.

I met three of them during the day and after considerable lengths, I selected one guy. His name was Rob and he was in his forties, single and lived nearby. I described my mom to him asked him how much would he pay for her.

After hearing her description, he said he would pay $200 for a couple of hours with her. I told him that would be fine and that I would be in the room with them taking pictures and videos. He said that would be fine and we agreed on tomorrow night at 8:00 p.m.

I went home and told my mom that her first client would be tomorrow night with Rob and that he was paying us $200 for two hours. She looked at me and said, “Josh, I guess that makes slot oyna me your whore now.” I smiled and kissed her and told her she will always be my whore mom.

That night, when we were fucking, I called her a whore and slut and told her that I am going to make her fuck plenty of men and women.

As we fucked, she kept saying that she wanted to be my whore…that she wanted me to watch her fuck other men…that she wanted to please me…and that she was my slave now.

The next night came and Rob arrived on time. My mom was upstairs in her bedroom waiting.

Rob and I chatted a bit and he gave me the money. I then brought him upstairs. I knocked on the door and my mom said to come in.

As the door swung open, my mom let out a scream. “Oh my God, is that you Rob?” she yelled out. I looked at Rob and he said it was. I then ushered Rob downstairs, handed him the money and told him to leave.

My mom came running downstairs and calmed everyone down. She told me she knew Rob from school, a long time ago. She then tried to explain the whole situation and that is was her son’s idea and apologized for everything.

Rob looked at us and said that he wasn’t sorry and that he always wanted to fuck her in school. He then handed me back the money and looked at me and said that a deal was a deal.

I looked at mom and she nodded her head that it was ok and the three of us went upstairs. canlı casino siteleri Mom got on the bed and removed her cover-up, exposing herself to Rob. It didn’t take long for Rob to get undressed.

I sat back in the chair and watched my mom with another guy. Rob was all over my mom, kissing her and rubbing her tits and sucking her nipples. Mom moved her hand down to his cock and started jerking it, getting it really hard.

Rob moved down to her pussy and started to eat my mom out. She spread her legs to give him full access to her pussy. I filmed everything.

Mom yelled for Rob to fuck her. She kept saying to fuck her hard and to cum in her. She told him to show my son what kind of whore he has for a mom.

Rob slid his cock in my mom’s cunt and started fucking her. I couldn’t take much more and got undressed and started jerking off as the two of them fucked.

My mom saw me and called me over while Rob was slapping his balls against my mom’s ass as he drove his cock deep into her cunt. Mom started sucking my cock as Rob rammed her.

In a second, Rob yelled out he was cumming and shot his load in my mom. Right after that, I shot my load down my mom’s throat. All three of us laid on the bed exhausted.

After we rested, Rob got dressed and said thanks, kissed my mom goodbye and left.

Mom looked at me and smiled and said that she had a terrific time and asked if I enjoyed the show. I smiled and asked her if she were ready for more.

She looked at me, gave me a wink, and said, “anytime, Josh.”

I told her we should watch the video now.

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My name is Sana, I am a Pakistani girl but have spent most of my life in the USA. These days I am studying Medicine in London. This is the first of my many sexual experiences.

My family is from Pakistan but we are fairly modernized. From my teens I was allowed to dress in shorts and dresses, on the beach and pool I would wear proper swimwear and my parents had no problem with this unlike many traditional Pakistani parents. I have two sisters one elder and the other is younger than me. This was my first year in the UK, I was 23 at that time. We had a winter break after a very hectic semester, to add to that the weather was gloomy and I didn’t want to go back to the US as it was the same there. Even though I was missing my family I had decided to enjoy and take a break.

I asked my parents if I could go to Thailand for a vacation with friends. They were a bit apprehensive but after my insistence they agreed. I had planned this trip with my best friend Ayfer, she was from Turkey. We met at the university and immediately liked each other. I had actually lied to my parents and the trip was with just Ayfer alone. A week later Ayfer and I boarded our flight to Bangkok and took an immediate connecting flight to a remote Island called Koh Phangan.

We wanted to relax and enjoy ourselves so we decided to get a beach hut on the island. We didn’t plan much afterwards and decided that we’d see what happened after a couple of days. The island was very beautiful, we checked into a beach hut which had a queen size bed. We were Okay with sharing the bed as we were close friends. Since the flight was long, we reached our destination late at night and went to bed immediately.

In the morning I woke up earlier than Ayfer and was amazed to see her sleeping with me only wearing a lace panty and nothing else. I tried not to but could see her amazing body and nice breasts which were a tad bit smaller than mine. Like me she had no hair on her body and her pink nipples were fully erect. I went to the restroom and came back to see that Ayfer was up. We dressed and came out of the hut and saw one of the most beautiful scenes ever, white sandy beach clear turquoise water warm rays of the sun.

We couldn’t wait to hit the beach, we quickly went to the restaurant nearby and had breakfast and came back to the room. We wore our bikini and came out running and jumped in the sea. The water was so warm and relaxing, we swam in the sea for some time letting our stress melt away. After enjoying the warm water we came out and lounged on the sun beds. We ordered some beer and cocktails. As the day passed we started getting high and cheery. There were not many people on the beach but I could see a couple few feet away. The woman was topless and the man was wearing shorts. They were lying on their backs enjoying the warm sun.

Ayfer casino siteleri also looked at them and decided she wants to go topless as well, even though I tried to convince her not to she removed her top and laid down on the sun bed on her back. Her glistening breasts with nipples pointing towards the sky. She dozed off while I was enjoying the scenery, my eyes then led me to the man and his wife a few feet away from us, I could see that he had now had his eyes fixed on Ayfer’s bare breasts. He and his wife looked like in mid thirties, He was enjoying the firmness and tenderness of Ayfer’s young body. What shocked me the most was that he had removed his shorts and had an erection which he was stroking. He was unaware that I could see him as I was wearing dark sun glasses, he was upping his pace and suddenly shot a load which landed a few feet away from us.

I was feeling something between my legs and was turned on. After some thinking I got up casually and removed my top while facing the man, I was avoiding any sort of eye contact with him, once I removed the top I took some sun block and applied generous amount to my breasts, I could feel he was watching all the show. I then laid down on the sunbed on by back and closed my eyes. This new found freedom was sending tingles down my legs and I could feel the man’s gaze on me. In a few minutes Ayfer was up and was pleasantly surprised to see me topless. We started talking about random stuff and made plans for the evening.

We were fully indulged in our evening plans when we were interrupted by a masseur who asked us if we wanted a massage. I was topless in front of an unknown man and was panicking mentally and before I could say anything Ayfer said yes and asked him if he had another friend. He said that he has a friend who can come immediately. He made the call on his cell and immediately we saw a good looking Thai girl coming our way. By the time they started we had a few more cocktails and were very relaxed. They inclined our sun beds and we were now lying flat on our stomachs on the sun beds.

Our massage was about to start but the biggest shock for me was when Ayfer insisted that she wants to be massaged by the girl. I had never let a man touch my Pakistani body but here I was in a spot of bother and reluctantly accepted. To relax us the girl gave us a tree bark to chew which we did and felt very light headed.

My whole body was relaxed and we were ready for the massage. The man and woman first removed their clothes and quickly applied oil to their bodies, they were only wearing loose shorts, the girl was now topless. After thoroughly applying oil to their bodies, our massage started. We were lying face down on the bed and they were gently working on our neck and back. It felt so good and the pressure applied to my body was just perfect. After spending generous slot oyna time on our backs, they started massaging our feet moving to our calves and back of our thighs. It was feeling so good. I was really enjoying this moment when I heard the girl asking Ayfer if she can remove her bikini bottom?

Ayfer was so immersed in the experience that without hesitation, she said yes, the Thai guy took it as a ‘yes’ from me and untied by side tie bottom. He then moved his hand underneath my belly and raised by body to remove the bottom. After doing so they started working on our ass applying generous amount of oil. The Thai man was also rubbing my asshole, he was probing every part of my Pakistani body which no other man had seen yet. While doing this he parted my legs and was now rubbing my pussy lips with his finger probing my clit. I was unable to move, a wave of pleasure was passing my body and my brain was shocked on what was happening. My eyes went to the husband and wife nearby, they had moved a little closer to us, both were naked and the wife had the man’s cock in her mount and she was sucking it expertly. My gaze then went towards Ayfer, she was in a similar situation with her legs parted and the Thai girl rubbing her asshole and pussy.

Right at that moment the Thai girl removed her shorts and she had cock which was fully erect. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I was brought back to reality when the Thai man massaging me moved towards the Thai girl, He too had removed his shorts and was supporting an erection it was not huge but was quite thick. They quickly oiled each others body, all the while we didn’t move, Ayfer was facing the other side and had no eye contact with me, the husband and wife were in 69 position watching our every move. I was again brought back to reality when I felt the Thai man climb on the sun bed, with his well lubricated body he laid down on top of me and started rubbing his body against mine all the while not putting too much weight on me.

This was driving me crazy, I was wet as a sea while his erection poking and rubbing against my ass, Ayfer was getting the same treatment, the husband and wife had now moved in a doggy style fucking position and the husband was rubbing his cock again the well lubed pussy of his wife. He then entered her and slowly fucked her, right at that moment, the Thai man moved me on all fours, he got behind me and started rubbing his cock on my Pakistani virgin pussy. He was lubricating his cock with my juices, he then slowly entered me, I let out a moan but he continued and with a hard thrust broke my hymen and was fully in me.

There I was a virgin Pakistani girl being fucked by a Thai man out of wedlock, he was taking my body and I didn’t want to stop him, I wanted him to continue and take me fully. He started pumping me after letting me adjust to his girth, the pain was canlı casino siteleri subsiding and I was enjoying this meanwhile, I heard Ayfer moan, I looked at her and saw the Thai girlie boy entering her asshole from behind. The girl then started pumping her cock and Ayfer’s body started meeting her thrusts.

I was really enjoying the fucking and an orgasm was building inside me, the Thai man then moved his hand from my side and started rubbing my clit all the while fucking me, his thrust becoming harder and faster same as the husband who was now balls deep in his wife. His cock was much longer than the Thai man, at least double in size. This new clit massage and fucking was sending me over the moon, I was moaning in delight when suddenly with one hard and forceful thrust the Thai man emptied his load in me, my orgasm hit me at the same time my body shuddering and moans of pleasure coming from me. My screams were joined by Ayfer’s as her orgasm hit her. I collapsed on the bed letting a mix of my juices, sperms and blood out from my inside.

After a few moments of recovering, I saw the husband and wife naked smiling at us, Ayfer and I were fully spent. The Thai couple then told us to lie straight and massaged our breasts and legs. In about 30 minutes we were done we paid them and they left with a smirk on their faces.

After a couple of hours our bodies came back to senses, we went to the sea and washed ourselves joined on a distance by the husband and wife. We actually didn’t mind what had happened today, secretly I always wanted to take this first step as I was always interested in having sex soon but didn’t find a guy to give my virginity too. It was strange that this was taken from me by an unknown older Thai man.

That night we had a great dinner and got really drunk. We got to our hut and Ayfer started removing her clothes and got naked. I followed her lead. We slept naked and at around midnight, I felt Ayfer’s hand on my breasts and she leaned over and kissed me. Then she started exploring my mouth with her tongue slowly and intimately getting on top of me, she then moved her head down and started sucking my nipples, and gradually moved down and started licking my pussy.

I was wet as Niagara Falls at that moment. Ayfer then turned us into a 69 position and I started returning the favor. Her pussy juices tasted amazing and my tongue was copying the movement of what she was doing to me. She was leaking her honey like juices in same quantity as me and I had trouble lapping it all up. She then took out what seemed to be like a two headed dildo and inserted one side in me, My well lubricated pussy immediately accepted hald of the dildo and Ayfer started slow fucking me building my orgasm, she then positioned herself parallel to me and inserted the other end inside herself. We started moving our bodies back and forth, fucking each other and climaxed 3 to 4 times that night.

We then slept in that embrace and woke up late afternoon the next day. Ayfer also gave me a morning after pill to avoid pregnancy…

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After a few minutes of lying naked beside each other in silence, their passions spent, Doug sat up on the bed saying, “What say we check out now and head home?” Turning he added, “Would it bother you if we skipped out on the banquet tonight?” He then rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Mark had been lightly dozing when his father’s movement had shaken him awake. Turning to his side just in time to see his Dad’s naked buttocks roll when he stepped toward the bathroom he responded, “Sure, uh sure Dad,” mumbling to himself then stretching before sitting up. As the sound of water coming from the shower he called out, “I didn’t want to go to the thing anyway.”

“Too much strutting going on,” he thought to himself. Most of the contestants would be strutting to show off their wives squeezed into low fitting and high rising skirts, emphasizing their boob and ass jobs. He hated the spectacle that some body builders made of themselves with their elaborate preening, pretending to not be conscious of how they looked to others. Besides, he mused to himself, most of them have brains the size of peas and were more interested in checking each other out than the wives.

His dad was different, which made the whole physical fitness world acceptable he supposed. But, of course, there were the nearly naked bodies, especially his Dad’s. That was something that he’d never objected being part of. Mark had definitely inherited his father’s love of his own body; he just was more low-key than Doug. When he was really honest with himself, growing up with a man considered by many a perfect physical specimen had been a little intimidating, though exciting.

He dressed and began packing both of their duffle bags when Doug stepped from the shower and stood in the doorway drying himself. Mark looked towards the bathroom and asked if his father wanted to keep wearing the jogging suit that he put on after the afternoon’s competition. That wasn’t anything he needed to know at that moment, but it gave him an opportunity to once again stare at the nude body of his Dad when, almost like a choreographed response, Doug had dropped the towel to his side and reached down to pull on his foreskin revealing the purple head, which he then began patting dry with the towel.

The son felt an urgent jolt in his crotch and turned quickly away to avoid arousal. “Why should I care,” he thought to himself, “I just sucked him off.” However, still uncertain of how his father would respond to their intimacy, he thought that perhaps he should back off from the situation.

As they both finished packing, Doug, however, was certain what he thought of the sexual encounter he just had with his son. He enjoyed it and, despite the social stigma attached to what he assumed was incest; he looked forward to more encounters. For some time he had been honest with himself enough to know that he enjoyed being naked with Mark, and, in fact, sometimes he had even plotted situations where both men would find themselves undressed together and Doug could call attention to his body. He did like the look in his son’s eyes when he stripped in front of him.

Downstairs in the lobby Doug stopped to speak with several of his fellow contestants who were standing around in small groups. A few of the men nodded toward Mark, causing Doug chills at the lust in their eyes as they focused on his son. Like most of the men, Mark was wearing cut-offs and a tight e-shirt, both emphasizing his developing shape. And unlike his father, he preferred no underwear knowing that the bulge from his shaft was pushing against the fabric.

More than one of the muscular men, after acknowledging him, would let their eyes fall to the young man’s crotch. Mark felt happy to receive the attention. In fact, his bulge even increased, pressing hard against the fabric of his shorts. “Perhaps”, he thought to himself, “I’ve inherited more of my dad’s exhibitionistic tendencies than I had thought.”

Once in the garage, Doug suggested that Mark drive. When they were on the roadway, the older man leaned back and said he wanted to nap. “If you get hungry, pick a stop that looks good and pull over. Otherwise we’ll just grab something at home.” With that he leaned back in the passenger seat and closed his eyes.

Mark steered through the traffic, occasionally glancing down at the mound between his dad’s legs under the track pants. He had come to admit to himself that he never got tired of looking at other men and their equipment. As he looked down at his father, the bulge in his father’s crotch seemed to grow while Mark gave his own a good rub. Once again he felt his swollen cock pressing inside his shorts; it felt good when he knew that he could be aroused in front of his father without feeling embarrassed.

Mark steered the car deftly through the Interstate traffic, keeping slightly above the speed limit as his dad had taught him. After an hour he heard stirring from his father followed by a yawn and stretching. Opening his eyes and looking around, casino siteleri Doug said, “Where are we?

”

“I just pulled off the Interstate; we’re on 35 heading west now.

“Oh good,” his father replied. “Man did I sleep hard.”

“Yeah, you were even snoring for a while.” Then, looking down at his dad’s lap he thought, “Your sleep wasn’t the only thing that was hard.”

Doug arched his back and gave a loud yawn as he pulled on his crotch. “If you see a place to pull over, I’ve got to piss.”

They drove approximately 10 miles when a sign announcing “Rest Area” came into view. “This’ll do,” Doug said, “There’s not much traffic on this road.”

Mark slowed the car and switched the turn signal to turn into the entrance of a small road-side park. “This place is maintained by the county so there isn’t an indoor restroom, but this will have to do. I’ve about to bust my bladder,” Doug said.

As Mark brought the car to a halt, Doug quickly opened his door say, “That spot among those shrubs will have to do.” The park area had only a few trees but several stands of large shrubbery.

Mark exited his side of the car and walked around following his father’s lead. “I’ve gotta pee too.”

Doug had already pulled down the pants of his track suit by the time Mark stepped around the bush. He stood holding his aroused cock while a strong stream of faint yellow urine shot from Doug’s prick. “You did need to go,” said Mark glancing down at his father’s cock while he unzipped his shorts, pulling them down to below his hips. His penis sprang out conspicuously hard.

“I told you I did,” Doug said openly staring down at his son’s cock as Mark strained to piss. Aware of his father’s gaze, Mark felt his pole rise slightly upward, unable to let loose of his full bladder.

“Damnit, Dad,” he said, “I can’t pee with you looking at me like that?”

“Like what, looking at you like what?” Doug chuckled.

“You know what I mean,” Mark replied, “I can’t pee with someone watching me.”

His father, amused by his son’s embarrassment continued his tease, “You’ve got a big one there, Mark. I don’t know where you got it, certainly not from me or my father.” As his own piss flow lessened, Doug began gently stroking on his penis

Through the corner of his eyes, Mark watched as his father began rubbing himself causing his own pole to begin jerking skyward.

“Ha,” Doug said laughingly, “I’d better quit talking about your prick or that boner will keep you from ever pissing.

”

Mark’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment from his father’s glances and comment. Still he looked downward at his swollen mackerel, then at his father’s and said “You’re not exactly a size small yourself, Dad,” observing that his father’s cock was nearly full salute as Doug shook the final drops of piss downward.

“Well, I guess we’ve both got a situation, right?” The older man laughed as he pulled his pants upward, “Still, we don’t especially want to get reported by some offended farmer out here. I like being with you son, just not in jail.” He stepped backward from the shrubs they were among and began walking toward the car. “You coming,” he said, “or are you going to keep tugging on that pole of yours.” About then Mark felt the hard, warm stream of piss shoot from him.

Mark was soon again behind the wheel and on the road while both men continued showing large bulges in their pants. He jumped when his father reached over to touch his crotch.

“Well son, do you think we ought to have a talk about what happened back in the hotel room today?

”

“Yeah, I guess,” Mark said while again feeling the hot flush of embarrassment in his cheeks. “I mean,” he stammered, “Don’t get me wrong dad, I enjoyed it, just didn’t expect it.”

“Well Mark, I guess we both know now. I’ve suspected for some time that you might have an interested in,” he paused, “other men.” As he collected his thoughts, Doug removed his hand from Mark’s crotch, leaving the boy wanting to ask him to leave it, but he didn’t. His father’s hand on his cock had felt so good.

“Anyway,” Doug continued, “I still wasn’t sure until Reuben came to stay with us. After hearing the noises coming from your bedroom when the two of you were in there, I was certain of it.” Doug gave a chuckle, more from his son’s suddenly beet red face than from his remarks.

“But…but,” Mark stammered, “but what about you, dad? I never imagined that you would let something happen between us, like back there.” His left hand flipped upward from the steering wheel in a gesture indicating an earlier event.

“I know son, I know. You don’t know much about me that way, so you’re at a disadvantage.”

Mark sat more alert as he focused on his father’s words. “Are you going to tell me,” he hesitated, “more about you, I mean.”

“Well,” Doug began slowly, “being this way is not something that’s been a big part of my life. Some part,” he adjusted his remark, “just not a very big part.”

“What slot oyna does that mean, Dad?”

As Doug explained his personal history, Mark took in his words with fascination. It seems that his father had gotten his mother pregnant when both were teens. Mark already knew that. But as his father spoke of his interest in body building in his youth, he admitted to a growing interest in other men’s bodies. It also seems that Mark’s father is much more aware of sex between men than Mark had ever suspected. He guessed that there was a lot more going on between body builders than he had imagined.

“So now you know, son, I’m not angel.” With that Doug wrapped up his tale of being a sexually adventurous man. “Is there anything else that you’d like to know?”

Mark sat speechless as they drove into their town. He had never imagined that the man, toward whom he had loved and lusted for many years, might have returned the feelings.

“Yes, Dad,” he answered, “do you mean that what happened back there in the hotel wasn’t an accident but something that you might have looked forward to?”

“You mean between us, when you refer to what happened in the hotel?” Mark nodded in the affirmative. “Let me say this to you Mark,” Doug began. “You’re my son and I love you, that’s for certain.” He paused. “And I also recognize that you’re a very attractive young man, that’s another thing for certain.” Doug paused a moment then added, “If it is logical to combine my love for my son and my appreciation of his physical qualities, then, yes, you can assume that on some level, known or unknown, I had hoped that might happen now that you’re an adult.”

With that he paused, looked out the window and said, “It’s getting late and I want to go by the gym and send the day staff home early. We can talk about this more another time.”

Mark pulled the car into a parking space in front of his father’s gym.

“Mr. Parker,” Shirley, the weekend manager, exclaimed as they walked through the door. “I never expected you today; I thought you’d be in the city tonight.” She added, “Hi Mark.”

Doug replied, “We cut out early, Shirley. Why don’t you head on home and we’ll close up tonight.”

Looking around the room full of exercise equipment Mark saw only two customers still on the machines. Closing time was in 15 minutes so most of the customers had already been there for the day.

One paunchy middle aged man was preparing to leave. But the other one happened to be the father of Steve Dodson, a boy he’d known at school. Exchanging nods, Mark walked over to Mr. Dodson as he was completing his last rep.

“Hi Mr. Dodson,” he said.

“Hi Mark, what are you doing here this late.” The man remained seated on the leg machine, his legs stretched apart. As they talked, Mark glanced to see that, with his legs spread outward, he could see up the legs of the man’s work out shorts, all the way to a substantial bulge wrapped in a jock strap. He allowed his eyes to go there.

“Well Mark,” Andy Dodson said, “I guess you’re happy to be finished with high school now.” While he was talking his hand fell down between his open legs and cupped his crotch.

Mark wondered what that meant, an invitation, or was he just being defensive because of the boy’s staring?

They continued idle talk about his future plans, etc., while the seated man continued to sit spread legged. He also lightly squeezed down on his crotch. The squeeze definitely seemed like an invitation to Mark.

“Son,” his father called to him from the front desk. “Help me get closed up, would you? See that the sauna and locker rooms are picked up.” He added with a wave toward Dodson, “Hi Andy.”

Andy Dodson’s hand jerked away quickly at the first sound of Doug’s voice and he slipped quickly from the leg flex machine. Once standing, a prominent bulge was displayed in his shorts. Quickly he reached downward flattening the bulge while looking embarrassed. “Well, I need to pick up my exercise bag from the locker. I’ll be seeing you Mark; I’m headed home now and will get cleaned up there.”

“Yeah, Mr. Dodson, it was great seeing you. Be sure to say ‘Hi’ to

Steve.” “And it was great to seeing a lot of you,” he thought to himself. Andy Dodson suddenly took on a new aspect to Mark. Instead of just the father of a school mate, he was recognized as a tall, attractive man with an inviting bulge between his legs; something that Mark could become interested in.

The man paused as he came from the locker room with his gym bag in hand. He spoke in Mark’s direction before stepping out the door. Call me Andy, by the way.”

Following Andy Dodson, Mark locked the gym door then turn toward the shower rooms to pick up.

First the man’s and then women’s dressing rooms were quickly picked up. While in the women’s Mark heard a shower begin in the men’s shower room. He thought that his dad must be taking a shower.

Walking through the men’s dressing room toward the shower Mark grew excited with anticipation canlı casino siteleri at what might be waiting him.

He stepped into the white tiled shower room to see his father under a spray of water. The older man was soaping his cock when Mark stopped in the entryway.

Looking toward his son, Doug said, “Don’t you want a shower after our drive, son? Why don’t you join me?”

Standing in the entryway Mark quickly removed his clothes. Excited by his father’s invitation, by the time he was naked and heading to the line of showers where his father stood, his prick was rigid.

“Looks like you’re ready to go boy,” his dad commented while reaching out to take hold of his son’s hard dick.

“Yeah, Dad, I guess I’m really ready,” he said, ending with a chuckle. Then, after a brief hesitation, he pressed his body against his father’s, wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist. “Is this okay, Dad?” the boy quietly inquired. Is it okay to touch you like this?”

Letting his open hands slide over his son’s round butt cheeks Doug said, “If it weren’t okay, I guess we shouldn’t be doing it, right my son?”

The two men began moving their naked bodies against each other, as they felt their hard cocks press together. “Mmm, Dad,” the younger man said, “this does feel right. You fit real good.”

Suddenly, without fanfare, the boy’s lips pressed against his father’s. At first Doug’s lips remained rigidly closed. Then slowly his mouth opened and he responded to his son’s kiss by poking his tongue into the younger man’s mouth. Father and son stood pressed together naked, water cascading over their bodies.

As their slick, muscled bodies squirmed together; Doug moved his fingers between the younger man’s butt cheeks. With a finger from each hand, he felt into the boy’s ass crack until one finger pressed against the puckered anus. Whispering, “Doug said, “I’m guessing this might be something you’re acquainted with son.”

Mark responded by moving vigorously against his father’s body while lifting one leg up to his father’s thigh. “More than anything, Dad, I’ve fantasized you inside me. Getting fucked by Reuben only made me want you more.”

“Really” Doug replied pulling his head back. Then as a smile broke over his mouth he said, “So my son has been waiting for me to fuck him, is that right?”

“You have no idea how much Dad,” then adding, “for a long time.”

Turning his son around Doug knelt down in the shower room saying, “Bend over son. I think it’s time I give you something that’s long overdue between us.”

As Mark leaned over he felt the pressure of his father’s face against his spread ass when the warm lick of his father’s tongue pushed against his puckered hole.

“Oh Daddy,” Mark cried out, “that’s feels so good.”

After licking his tongue up and down over his son’s ass crack, he used it to begin making circles around the boy’s butthole. Mark wiggled and squatted more by placing a hand on the shower floor to steady himself.

After spitting over the puckered hole, Doug pressured his tongue into his son’s rectal hole. He pressed it deep inside the boy’s ass, tasting the musty flavor of the dark hole.

“Oh my god, Dad,” Mark cried aloud from the sensation. “Please fuck me Dad, please,” the young man called out to his father.

Doug removed his tongue and began pushing a finger into his son’s puckered hole. Pressing downward into the warm opening he added a second finger, then another, before he started plunging them in and out.

“Keep leaning forward son,” Doug said as he searched about for something to use as lubricant before realizing that the body soap dispensed from the wall would have to do. As his boy placed both of his hands on the shower floor further spreading his legs, Doug turned off the shower spray and lathered his hand with soap from the dispenser. “This will have to do,” he thought.

After soaping over his cock then around his son’s asshole, Doug placed his hands on either side of the young man’s hips saying, “Lean backward son, slowly now, get used to my cock inside of you.”

Mark pushed his rear backward feeling his father’s cock press against his asshole.

“That’s it son, that’s good,” he heard his father say as the head of his penis pushed into the boy’s anus.

“God you’re big, Dad. Your cock feels so large.”

“Let me know if it’s too big son.”

“Oh no Dad, it’s perfect, I just haven’t had anything as big as you up there,” pausing he added, “But don’t stop. I can take it,” the boy spoke.

Doug slowly penetrated Mark’s butthole until his cock was buried deep within the boy.

“Man alive Mark, you’re tight back here,” and after pausing, “and warm…very warm.”

“Do I feel good to you, Dad?” As he spoke, Mark pressed his butt backward driving his father’s throbbing cock even more deeply into him. “Do you like it up there, Dad?”

“Oh yeah son, you’re starting to loosen up back here.” Doug felt his son’s sphincter muscle slacken around his shaft. With the relaxing ass muscle, he began drilling his stiff rod inward and then pulling upward, his hands clutched his son’s ass cheeks. “You feel so good inside Mark, I’m loving the feeling right now.”

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Working in a college town has its up and downs. In my line of work I get to get all kinds of people. Currently I work installing cable TV. Business is good in our city and I am always busy. Except for that Wednesday afternoon. I remember that day because it was the day I met Jennifer.

She is a college freshman (second semester) and a beautiful 19 year old girl. She was my only call so far. I arrived at her apartment and knocked on the door. When she opened the door I was amazed at her beauty. She invited me in and showed me the rooms she wanted cable. Instantly I noticed that she was bare foot. Her feet were about a size seven with slender toes that were perfectly formed.

Her toenails looked freshly painted, and they were a deep red color. Jennifer ‘s feet were the creamiest shade of white and I noticed how nicely it contrasted with her toes. As she showed me around I had a hard time not looking at her feet as she walked. The last stop was her bedroom and from the look of it she came from money.

Very nice, new furniture filled the new apartment. Jennifer went into her closet and came back out with a pair of running shoes in her hand. She opened her dresser and grabbed a pair of cotton white socks. Being a runner myself I complimented her expensive running shoes. She thanked me and said she loved her old pair, but they had too many miles on them.

Jennifer lead me back to the living room and she sat on the sofa. I watched as she put her socks and shoes on. I had a hard time covering my hard-on with my clipboard! She said she had to run several errands and would be back in a few hours. With that, she closed the door and I watched her get in her car and drive away.

I sat on the sofa for a second thinking how sexy she was and how nice her feet looked. I decided to visit her closet and inspect her shoe collection. When I opened her closet door I saw that she had tons of shoes. Platform strappy sandals, pumps, flats, flip flops, Keds, the works. I got down on the floor and looked at each pair. I found a well worn pair of leather sandals that had deep dark toe prints embedded in them.

I raised the sandal to my nose and inhaled the aroma. It was a light scent of sweat and leather. I kissed each of her toe prints and ran my tongue along them. I tasted the salty sweat of her young feet. My cock was straining to get free of my pants. Then I saw the old running shoes she was talking about.

I reached over casino siteleri and brought one up to my nose. Its smell was much stronger an the sandal, but not offensive. I reached inside it and pulled the insole out. It looked like a perfect mold of her foot. The toe and heel imprints were deep mixed with some white sock lint. I pressed the insole to my nose and inhaled deeply. I closed my eyes and imagined her soft bare feet on my face. I lower the insole and ran my fingers over the indention her sweet young toes had left behind.

Suddenly I hear the front door key slide into the dead bolt. Quickly I tried to stuff her insole s back into her running shoes. In my excitement I put the shoes back and jumped out of her closet as I heard her close the front door.

“Hello, Jim. Are you still here?” I heard her call out.

I came out of her bedroom and told her it was taking me a little longer than usual. She walked into her room and took a look around.

“Did I leave my closet light on? God what an idiot I am. My power bill is going to be so high.” Jennifer said.

She walked over and opened the closet door to turn the light off. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as she looked inside her closet. I couldn’t remember if I put everything back in order. Finally the light went off and she came back out.

I needed some air! I told her it was my lunch break and I was going to run and get something.

“Nonsense” she said “Hang out, I’ve got some killer leftovers we can have.”

I sat at her kitchen table while she nuked the food. We talked about school and my job. Little small talk. She mentioned that she was on the schools cross-country team for a while but had to give it up. When I asked why, she said that she had trouble with shin splints and also her feet and knees hurt a lot after she ran. Of course this got my full attention. I hadn’t even considered trying to actually touch her feet. I would have been happy to be left alone in her closet!

After we ate I we moved into the living room to let our food settle. I told her that I did a lot of running and used to run track in school too. I told her that it might be a problem with the way she ran that was giving her so much trouble with her feet. I told her that I could tell how she landed on her feet when she ran.

She didn’t believe me. I said I could prove it to her and asked her to show me her old running shoes. She went and got them and handed slot oyna them to me. She watched as I removed the insoles (again) and examined them.

“I sorry, I know they have to be really stinky” she told me.

“No problem. See I bet when you run you land directly on the balls of your feet” I said.

She asked how I could tell. I showed her how the impression of her foot was much deeper where the balls of her feet were.

“You have to land on your heel first, then roll your foot along the ground and push off with your toes.”

Then I decided to just go for it. I scooted near to her hand reached down and picked up her feet and swung them into my lap.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I bet these shoes are the same way.” I said.

I slowly untied her right shoe and with one hand cupping her heel I slid her shoe off. Instantly I felt the heat coming from her foot on my leg. I untied the other shoe and took it off her foot too.

“I bet I can tell you which foot is your strong foot too.” I said.

Jennifer seemed a little nervous, but not overly so. I placed my hands on her socks and just caressed them for a second. They felt so warm and moist that I wanted to bury my face in her soles! I slide my fingers under the top of her right socks and slowly rolled it off her foot. Then I did the same to her left foot. I looked at my lap and saw the sexiest pair of feet I had seen in a long time.

Jennifer was totally chilled out and not looking nervous anymore. My fingers stroked up the length of her silky soles.

“Your right foot is the dominate foot” I told her. “See how the skin is harder along the side of your big toe and the slide of your heels. Your left foot doesn’t have that.”

She looked at her feet and said “Awww poor baby, am I working your too hard?” As she looked at her right foot and laughed.

“Its alright I have something for it” I said as I launched into a foot massage.

My fingers pressed hard against the bottom of her right sole. I worked my fingers up her foot until I got to her toes. Then I slid my index finger between each toe and also pulled gently on each one too.

“Wow, I haven’t ever had a foot massage before!” she exclaimed. “Don’t forget my left one!” she said joking.

I placed both ankles together in my lap and tried hard to conceal my erection. What could I do? All I wanted to do was just stare at her feet and run my hands all over them. Which canlı casino siteleri I found myself doing. I massaged her feet for almost 30 minutes. I would raise one up to run my hand along the underside of her calf and try to get it close enough to my nose for a smell. I had one foot being massaged by both hands really hard and it accidently bumped into my nose when I tried to get it too close! The contrast of my big, thick tanned workmans hands and her little milky white feet was almost too much.

Jennifer looked up at me and told me directly, “You have a thing for feet don’t you?” At first I tried to deny it, but the evidence against me was too much.

“Its alright. I don’t think your a freak, I’ve just never met a foot guy before. Sooooo.. what do you think of my feet? Are they pretty enough?” Jennifer said with a sly smile.

“You have no idea” was all I could manage to say before I rasied her foot up and kissed the tip of her big toe. I looked up at her to get a reaction and all she did was let out a little giggle. That was it I was going all the way, damn it! I pressed both ankles together and buried my face in her soles. Her soles felt a little sticky and smelled so good! I slid her soles down my face as I inhaled deep until her toes where at my mouth. I opened up and stuck both of her big toes in my mouth. She let out a sexy little yelp and laughed because it tickled her.

Jennifer tried to jerk away out of a tickle reaction but my grip on her narrow ankles was too great. Her feet weren’t going anywhere. I gently nibbled on the balls of her feet as she screamed and laughed out loud. She was thrashing around like crazy trying to get away.

I wish I would have tied her up, but now it was just a battle of muscle. After seeing tears of laughter stream out of her eyes. I stopped my attackand gently ran the flat part of my tongue up and down the length of her soles. She moaned a little bit and bit her bottom lip as she watched me. By the time I was ready to have her toes, her soles looked like I had rubbed baby oil on them. That is how wet and shiny they were from my saliva.

I took my time and sucked each of her toes and made sure to lick between each one too. Finally it was time to get to work. The day was almost over. I told her I would be back tomorrow to finish her cable installation. As I was getting up I stuck her socks in my pocket. I gave her my card and gathered my things. She didn’t look to happy that I was leaving, but I had to keep my job. I got into my van and drove to the nearest park. I turned off the van and pressed her socks to my nose and masturbated. In about a half second I came all over her socks!

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Before proceeding to part 5, I reproduce below the closing lines of part 4:

‘They are very pretty,’ jiju remarked, ‘No wonder Shamit and Amit wanted to fuck them.’

‘I wouldn’t mind sticking my cock in their cunts either,’ jijaji said, ‘Mohan, what says you?’

‘So would I,’ jiju laughed.

‘You will,’ Sarit giggled, ‘Our husbands have sent them especially for you both. They said, “when our respected brothers in law can give us one virgin each to deflower, the least we can do is to give them the choots of Basanti and Shanti in return” or something to that effect.’

‘Really, but what about them, will they agree?’ Jiju asked.

‘Of course they will cooperate. They love a good screw,’ I laughed, ‘but you will have to wait till our men arrive.’

‘Don’t worry, we can wait,’ jiju laughed.

‘Enough about us,’ I said, ‘Didi, where are the virgins?’

NOW PART 5

‘Wait a minute,’ Madhu didi laughed and rang the call bell.

Couple of minutes later a young eighteen-year-old girl from Nepal entered the room. She was not exactly pretty but had a sexy air about her. She was very fair, about 5 feet 2″ tall and slim with small but firm breasts.

‘Ma’am, you rang?’ she said.

‘Yes Kanchi. These are our sisters, Adi and Sarit, they will be staying here with their husbands and those there are their maids, Basanti and Shanti. Take the maids to the kitchen, give them tea and show them to your room. They can also sleep there.’

‘Yes ma’am,’ she said and greeted us politely.

‘Tell Tulsi to bring tea for us here,’ Rashmi didi ordered.

‘As you wish ma’am,’ she said and went out taking our maids with her.

‘I have seen that girl before,’ I said, ‘but I can’t recall where?’

‘You must have seen her at our wedding,’ Sarit said, ‘She was Rashmi didi’s maid.’

‘Oh yes, You are right, I place her now,’ I said, ‘Does she know why she is here?’

‘Yes, she knows that she is going to be deflowered,’ Rashmi didi smiled, ‘but she thinks that Abhi is going to do it.’

‘Jijaji? How did she get that impression?’ Sarit asked, surprised.

‘It is a long story,’ Rashmi didi said.

‘Please didi, tell us,’ Sarit pleaded.

‘Not now, perhaps later, first meet Tulsi,’ Madhu didi said, ‘she should be here in a moment.’

Just then we heard a pleasant voice call out, ‘Madam, please open the door, both my hands are full?’

‘That must be Tulsi bringing our tea,’ Madhu didi said, ‘Adi, open the door.’

When I opened the door, for a moment, I was stunned. Tulsi was gorgeous. She was easily the prettiest woman in the room. She was about the same age as Kanchi but looked younger. She had big innocent eyes and her long black hair, knitted into two plats, reached her hips. There was not an ounce of fat on her body. Her curves were of the right size and at the right places. If her shapely boobs had been one size smaller than they were, she would have been a favorite at the “Miss Universe” contest.

Madhu didi introduced us and told her that our husbands would be joining us tomorrow. She greeted us respectfully and after serving tea left.

‘Madhu didi, she is gorgeous, when did you get her?’ I asked.

‘I sacked my old maid few days after your wedding,’ Madhu didi replied, ‘all she did was complain about her aches and pains and watch TV.’

‘How did you find her?’ I queried.

‘Two days after I had dismissed my old maid, a neighbor sent her. I did not want to employ her as she had no or little experience in looking after children,’ Madhu didi explained, ‘but your jiju insisted, “How will she gain experience if no one will give her a job,” he reasoned. I think the main reason was her pretty face and village fresh choot.’

‘Didi, she is so pretty, I hope our husbands don’t quarrel over her “village fresh choot” as you put it,’ Sarit giggled.

‘It won’t help because Tulsi will only surrender her virginity to Shamit,’ Madhu didi clarified.

‘Why Shamit and not Amit, she has not met either of them?’ Sarit asked with a tinge of jealousy.

‘There is a story behind this too,’ Madhu didi chuckled.

‘WOW! Another story, tell us,’ I said, excitedly.

‘I will but first let us listen to; why Kanchi expects to lose her cherry to Abhi,’ Madhu didi suggested.

‘A week after we returned home from your wedding, I noticed that Abhi’s eyes followed Kanchi whenever she was in the room,’ Rashmi didi started to narrate her story.

‘What is with you men,’ I said to Abhi, one night when we were in bed, ‘the moment you see a girl with a fair complexion your laurda (cock) gets hard?’

‘It is not that my dear,’ he replied, ‘it is not her fair skin that attracts me but her tight kori choot (virgin cunt) and secondly I have never fucked a girl from Nepal.’

‘You want to fuck her?’ I asked directly.

‘Yes desperately,’ he replied, placing my hand on his erection. ‘See how hard I am just talking about her.’

‘Go ahead and fuck her,’ I said, taking the bull by the horns, ‘I am not stopping you.’

‘You casino siteleri are not?’ Abhi replied, hugging me, ‘Didn’t I always say that you are the best wife in the universe?’

‘Stop buttering me, you rascal,’ I chuckled, ‘but under one condition.’

‘OH! OH! A condition,’ Abhi said, ‘I should have known that there will be a string attached. All right what is it?’

‘I want to watch when you deflower her,’ I told Abhi.

‘Of course you can watch,’ Abhi said laughing, ‘you can even sell tickets to your friends if you like.’

‘No thanks,’ I told him, ‘I don’t want you to fuck my friends next.’

‘It wouldn’t be a bad idea, some of them are real beauties,’ Abhi said, getting on top of me, ‘Oh girls, what a night it was?’

‘Hai didi, kahin jijaji ne Kanchi ko chod tau nahin diya? (Gosh didi, I hope jijaji has not fucked Kanchi already?)’ Sarit exclaimed.

‘Don’t worry he has not,’ Rashmi didi replied with confidence, ‘Kanchi is still a virgin.’

‘Next day, when I returned from work,’ jijaji said, taking up the narration, ‘Kanchi was in the kitchen washing up.’

‘Kanchi, I am home, how about a cup of tea?’ I said, putting my arms round her waist and kissing her on her cheek.

‘Oh shaab (Sahib or Sir) please don’t, ma’am might see us,’ she whispered, extricating her self from my grip.

‘Where is she?’ I asked.

‘In her bedroom,’ Kanchi said.

‘Okay, bring the tea there,’ I told her.

In the room, I told Rashmi what had taken place. ‘Hmm, she neither got angry nor did she scream but warned you of my presence,’ Rashmi repeated thoughtfully, ‘Do you know what that means?’

‘Yes,’ I laughed, ‘it means that you will soon be selling tickets to your friends for our private sex show.’

‘I think so too,’ Rashmi giggled.

‘Darling, from tomorrow I don’t want you to be home when I return from work,’ I said.

‘Where shall I go?’ Rashmi asked.

‘I don’t care, do what you like, go shopping or visit Madhu, but stay out of here,’ I suggested.

‘Quite a tempting proposition, I hope Mohan will also be home by then,’ she giggled.

Next day, when I got home I asked Kanchi where Rashmi was. She told me that she had gone out. Immediately, I embraced her and kissed her cheeks.

‘Oh shaab, please don’t,’ she protested, but made no move free herself or to stop me.

After kissing her several times I said, ‘I will be in the sitting room, bring the tea there.’

After serving the tea she waited till I had taken a sip. ‘Shaab, chai theek hai? (Sir, is the tea okay?)’

‘First class! Thank you,’ I replied and started to read the morning papers. I suppose, I could have taken more liberties, but not wanting to scare her off, decided to take things slowly.

For the next few days I remained with just kissing her on the cheek but on the fourth day I kissed her on her lips. ‘Oh shaab, you shouldn’t do that,’ she protested, blushing sweetly.

I just laughed and went to the living room to wait for my cup of tea. As usual she waited for me to take the first sip. ‘Shaab, chai theek hai? (Sir, is the tea okay?)’ she asked, as she did everyday.

‘Hmmm, it is too sweet,’ I asked, ‘how much sugar have you put?’

‘One spoon only, like everyday,’ she replied with a puzzled frown.

‘Hmm,’ I said smacking my lips, ‘then it must be the sweetness of your lips.’

‘OH!’ she said blushing and ran into the kitchen. I followed her and hugging her said, ‘Kanchi let me taste your sweet lips again,’ and kissed her tenderly.

At first she did not respond but a few moments later, when she did, it turned into a real french kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and sucked her lips.

When the kiss broke, we both were gasping for breath. ‘Kissing on the lips is nice isn’t it?’ I asked.

‘Oh y…hes,’ she replied, blushing and lowering her eyes.

Kissing became our regular routine. We kissed, whenever we saw the opportunity, even if Rashmi was at home. My next target was her tits. I had a plan but did not find the right opening. Therefore one night I told Rashmi my plan.

‘Don’t worry lover boy,’ she chuckled, ‘I will do the needful. You will have her tits tomorrow.’

Next day when Kanchi served my tea I said, ‘Kanchi, bring some more milk, the tea is very strong.’

‘There is no milk. I don’t know how but it has turned sour,’ Kanchi replied.

‘Tau kya hua, tu apna doodh daal deti (How does that matter, you could have put your milk),’ I suggested, staring at her boobs.

‘Apna doodh? (My milk?)’ she said puzzled but when the coin dropped, she giggled, ‘Aap mazaak kar rahe hain, mere doodh nahin ata (You are joking, I have no milk).’

‘Let me see,’ I said pulling her on to my lap.

‘Oh please let me go,’ she begged but did not make any effort to get up.

While kissing her tenderly I unbuttoned her blouse.

‘Oh shaab, please don’t,’ she said, as I pushed up her bra revealing a beautiful pair of boobs.

‘Kanchi, your boobs are very pretty,’ I said, squeezing slot oyna them gently.

‘No, they are not, they are too small,’ Kanchi replied, making a face.

‘They may be small but believe me they are really pretty,’ I replied, kissing them.

‘Oh Shaab,’ she moaned loudly, as I sucked her hard pointed nipples.

She was really enjoying herself, her eyes were closed and her moans of pleasure got louder and louder. Slowly, I moved my hand to her choot and started to rub it from outside her sari.

‘Shaab, nahin (Sir, no),’ she moaned, catching my hand.

‘Karne de, tujhe achcha lagega (Let me, you will like it),’ I whispered.

Hesitatingly she loosened her grip and I recommenced rubbing her cunt. Few minutes later her hips started to move in fuck motion.

‘Oh shaab’ ‘Oh shaab’, she moaned repeatedly.

When I sensed that she was about to come, I quickly pushed my hand inside her sari. When she felt my fingers massaging her naked choot she moaned loudly, ‘OH SHAAB.’ I stopped only after she had come twice.

‘Was it nice?’ I asked.

‘Oh y…hes, oh y…hes,’ she panted.

‘Let me do it again,’ I said and shagged her one more time.

Couple of days later, when I had finished frigging her, I asked, ‘Kanchi, would like to experience a greater pleasure?’

‘Yes, very much,’ she replied eagerly.

‘Then you must get rid of these hair,’ I said, pulling her pubic hair lightly.

‘Why? What will you do?’ she asked, innocently.

‘I will lick your cunt,’ I told her, ‘you will love it.’

‘What! No, it is dirty,’ she replied.

‘Let me worry about that, you only think of the extreme pleasure in store for you,’ I laughed.

‘Can’t you do it like I am?’ she asked.

‘I can but you won’t enjoy it,’ I laughed, ‘The hair will keep getting into my nose and I will be sneezing half the time, interrupting your pleasure.’

She had no intention to let her hair spoil her pleasure. ‘How do I remove them? I have never done it before,’ she inquired.

‘I will shave them for you,’ I volunteered.

‘NO!’ she said loudly, thinking that she will have to undress before me but not realizing that I will see her choot, when I lick it, ‘I will shave it myself.’

‘No, you won’t. You could cut yourself,’ I replied, ‘Wait I have another solution.’ I gave her Rashmi’s hair removing cream and explained how to use it.

‘Okay, I will do it later,’ she confirmed.

The next day when I put my hand inside her sari I found her cunt soft like the butt a newborn baby and devoid of all hair.

That night I told Rashmi that tomorrow is F – Day. ‘What! So soon,’ she exclaimed.

‘Yes, tomorrow I am going to eat her pussy,’ I smiled.

‘And you think the session will end by your fucking her,’ Rashmi chuckled.

‘Normally it does, doesn’t it?’ I laughed. We then planned how Rashmi could witness the proceedings.

When I came home the next day, as per plan, Rashmi was waiting for me outside. I let myself in and went straight to the kitchen to divert Kanchi’s attention. Meanwhile Rashmi slipped in and stationed herself in our bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

After ten minutes, I carried Kanchi into the room and laid her down on the bed and started to undress her. ‘STOP!’ she shouted, ‘why are you undressing me?’

‘How will I lick your cunt, if you are still wearing your clothes?’ I asked.

‘Aap mujhe chodoge? (You will fuck me?),’ she said, looking at me suspiciously.

‘Agar tu kahegi, tau tujhe chod bhi doonga (If you want, then I will fuck you also).’ I replied, releasing my erection from its confines.

‘No, I won’t let you fuck me,’ she said, staring at my erect cock, ‘I am scared of becoming pregnant.’

‘You won’t, I promise you,’ I assured her, ‘I will be careful.’

‘That is what Bahadur told Shama, but she still got pregnant,’ she said.

‘Who are these people, Shama and Bahadur?’ I asked.

‘Shama is my best friend in the village and Bahadur is a rogue. He is 50 years old, married with three grown up children,’ she said, ‘His daughter is married in the neighboring village and his two sons, also married, are in the army.’

‘What happened?’ I asked.

‘Bahadur fucked Shama, assuring her that he will take precautions and she won’t become pregnant, but she still did,’ Kanchi elaborated.

‘Tell me in detail,’ I said, seating her on my lap and kissing her lightly, hoping to find a clue as to how I could get between her legs.

This is what she told me:

‘One afternoon, two years ago, I saw Shama sneaking out of my neighbor, Bahadur’s house. I knew that she had no business being there because Bahadur’s wife would be working in the fields at this hour.’

‘I confronted her and asked her what she was doing in Bahadur’s house? At first she tried to evade my question but ultimately confessed that Bahadur was fucking her.’

‘How did you fall in this lecher’s trap?’ I asked because on several occasions Bahadur had tried to lure me to visit him.

‘Six canlı casino siteleri months ago, my mother sent me to buy vegetables from his shop. Finding the shop empty, I went into the house. Bahadur was there, but drunk. He lured me inside and half an hour later when I left, I was no longer a virgin. Bahdur had raped me,’ Shama replied and started to cry.

‘Stop crying and tell me what happened next,’ I said, brusquely.

‘Few days later, Bahadur accosted me in the bazaar and asked me to go home with him,’ she continued.

‘Nahin (No),’ I told him, ‘tu mujhe phir chodega (you will fuck me again).’

‘Why not? You yourself said it was nice,’ Bahadur replied.

‘Yes I did but I don’t want to get pregnant,’ I told him.

‘I think you are already pregnant?’ he laughed.

‘Oh my God,’ I exclaimed, ‘How do you know?’

‘By the way you walk, but I can confirm it by looking at your choot,’ Bahadur said.

‘I was so scared that I believed him and accompanied him to his house. He asked me to take off my salwar (pajama part of ladies dress salwar – kameez) so that he could inspect my cunt.

First he looked then he poked his finger inside me and moved it in and out. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and before I realized, he had replaced his finger with his lund (cock) and started to fuck me.’

‘Frankly, as I was enjoying myself, I let him have his will. When he finished I said, ‘Oh Bahadur, why did you do it again, if I was not pregnant before, I will surely be now.’

‘No stupid, you won’t,’ Bahadur laughed and pointing to his cock added, ‘look.’

I saw his cock was covered with something made out of rubber. ‘What is it?’ I asked, bewildered.

‘It is a condom,’ he explained, ‘if I wear this, then all my seed will collect in it and none will go inside your choot. We can fuck without fear of any unpleasant consequences.’

‘Since then I visit him regularly. Kanchi, why don’t you also come with me? I tell you fucking is really very enjoyable, you will love it,’ Shama said, trying to persuade me to join her.

‘No thank you, I am fine as I am,’ I replied but added, ‘What you are doing is very dangerous, should something go wrong then your life will be ruined.’

‘No problem, I can also wear a condom,’ I said, hoping that she would agree.

‘Shaab, as luck may have it, two months later she became pregnant,’ Kanchi said, continuing with her story, ‘I asked Shama, how did this happen? You said his seed would never enter your choot.’

‘The damned condom tore,’ she said, crying.

At first she did not tell her parents but when her belly became big, she confessed. Her father complained to the village elders. They forced Bahadur to marry her. He didn’t mind but his wife did not like it. She treated her like a slave. Today, poor Shama is miserable slave with two children.’

‘Shaab, this is Shama’s story,’ Kanchi said, concluding it.

It was clear to me that Kanchi will not let me fuck her so I decided to at least get a look at her choot.

‘All right, if I promise not to fuck you then will you let me eat your pussy and give you the pleasure I had promised?’ I asked.

She thought for a moment, then nodded. ‘Yes, but first put that thing away,’ she said, pointing to my erection.

She undressed and lay down on the bed after I had put my cock back behind the zipper. ‘Oh shaab, it feels very nice,’ she moaned after I had licked her cunt for few minutes. Encouraged I licked harder and pressed her clit between my lips.

Her moans of ‘Oh shaab’ became louder and louder. Then suddenly her body arched and she shouted, ‘OH SHAAB, IT IS HEAVENLY. GO ON. DON’T STOP. OHH FASTER. H…YES. OHHH, I AM ABOUT TO CUM. GOD I AM THERE. OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH,’ and fell back on the bed gasping for breath. I continued to lick and stopped only after she had cum two more times.

‘Did you enjoy it?’ I inquired.

‘Oh shaab, it was heavenly,’ she panted.

‘Kanchi, fucking will give you even more pleasure,’ I said, hoping she might agree.

‘I believe you. Shama also said the same,’ Kanchi replied, ‘Believe me, I also want to give you pleasure but I am scared. Oh, how I wish we could fuck without any fear of pregnancy.’

Suddenly I had an idea. I ran into the bathroom and returned with Rashmi’s birth control pills.

‘Here take them regularly, as directed on the label. These are hundred percent safe,’ I told her.

‘Are you sure?’ Kanchi asked.

‘Yes, madam takes them and she has not become pregnant.’ I said, hoping to convince her.

‘Okay, I believe you. I will take them. Should I insert it in my choot before or after we have done it?’ she asked innocently.

‘No silly,’ I laughed, ‘you take it orally. I suggest that you read the directions and follow them carefully. In one month you will be safe.’

‘What! We will have to wait for that long?’ she asked.

‘Yes, this is price we will have to pay for hundred percent safety,’ I replied.

‘Won’t ma’am miss the pills?’ she asked.

‘No, she doesn’t take them any more, as we are planning to have another baby,’ I told her.

At this point Rashmi didi picked up the thread of the story. ‘That night, when we were in bed, I sympathized with Abhi at his disappointment.’

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