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It’s Saturday mid-morning and I am watching music TV channels waiting for what fate has to throw at me. I’ll elaborate on that in a moment but first I’ll give you some history.

I am twenty five years old, married for six years (to Jenn) and have a three year old daughter. I am six feet tall, good build, dark hair, shy but friendly and like, on the whole, to keep to myself. I have got a good job, well paying and lead an everyday, normal life. No real excitement or scandal, just getting from one day to the next. I’d been thinking about this for a long time and this weekend seemed to me to be the perfect time to do it. I’d had dreams and thoughts and fantasies of doing it for nearly a year now. My wife was staying with her mother for a week (she was ill) and had taken our daughter with her. So I had had a week of my own cooking, a week of my own company and a week of my own thoughts and planning. It had been a long week.

So, anyway, I decided that maybe I shouldn’t be doing this and as a final check as to what fate intended for me I invented this test. It’s stupid, I know. If you really want to do something you’re going to do it no matter what, so maybe this was just a way to reduce my guilt or conscience, that what I was intending doing was the fault of fate and not me. I don’t know. Anyway, I decided that if five of my favorite pop music video stars were on the various music stations as I clicked through them between eleven and twelve I would do this . If they weren’t, I wouldn’t. They were, in no particular order:

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Avril Lavigne, Rachel Stevens, Girls Aloud, Destiny’s Child, Christina Milian, Jennifer Lopez, Kylie Minogue, NataliIe Imbruglia.

All hot young pop babes. See I’m not gay am I? I told myself. I couldn’t be.

Then why is that if I see five of these that I am going to go up to the public toilets in town and enter one of the cubicles, strip naked and hope that someone saw the message I wrote on the wall a week earlier and comes to have their cock sucked by me?

Ten minutes later and I’m walking up the High Street feeling like I’m in a daze. Of course the videos came on, they were really bound to. My legs pulled me in the right direction as a battle raged in my mind as to whether I should be doing this or not. I didn’t notice anybody that I walk past, all headed into town for their Saturday shopping. The further I got from the center of town the less people I passed and the more my confidence and resolve to do this grew. Now I started to pay more attention to who was around me, what cars were driving past to the car park I was headed to. Up the pavement to the final road leading into the near deserted car park and as I had the Saturday before my eyes dart nervously and guiltily around, looking for movement, relieved there was none and now my every move strikes me as being furtive.

I’ve thought about my approach and I actually walk past it’s entrance on the other side of the road, check no-one is about and then casually veer over and nip in between the stone walls at the buildings entrance.

I cautiously entered the old stone entrance and swiftly ascertained there was no one there already. What I would have done if there had been, I don’t know. I looked around more slowly and took in my surroundings, they were hardly inspiring, but that had been part of the thrill of this from the beginning. The walls were slate grey and uninviting, as if determined that patrons should spend as little time as possible here. High, blurred windows over the urinals to the right of the entrance allowed a modicum of natural light into the place, while the rest came from the open entrance I had just stepped through. As I stood just in from the entrance I was faced by the slightly intimidating prospect of three open cubicle doors. I made straight for the one furthest to the right. On trembling legs I made for it, I was not going to turn back now.

Through the prevailing smell of stale urine I stepped into the cubicle and slammed the bolt home on the heavy wooden door. My heart was thundering inside my chest but I had made it. I swiveled and viewed the words I had written on the wall, in amongst the rest of the graffiti, the previous Friday afternoon.

I WILL BE NAKED, ON MY KNEES AND WILL SUCK YOUR COCK HERE NEXT SATURDAY AT 12:30

And here I was, Saturday, twelve twenty five, in the cubicle, dressed and on my feet. This had been the fantasy which had dominated my thoughts for the past year and here I was about to live it.

I had lived these moments in my mind for a long time and it seemed second nature to me as I pulled off the loose jumper and shirt I had worn and dropped them at the back of the cubicle behind the toilet bowl. Not pausing, fearing that I may back out, I undid my belt and slid my jeans and shorts off and my socks soon followed them onto the pile of clothes. As my suddenly exposed body felt the chill draft coming from under and over the locked door, I relished the feeling of my skin turn to goose flesh This was daring, this was exciting, this made me feel more alive than casino siteleri I had in years. My cock reacted by rising up and standing to attention, I hadn’t been this hard since I was a teenager having sex for the first time.

I closed my eyes in enjoyment of the moment and dropped to my knees on the cold, unforgiving, tiled floor and waited for whatever would happen.

I waited for five minutes during which my ears heard all sorts of noises that seemed to indicate someone had come in or was lurking outside or a vehicle was slowing down. But nothing seemed to occur. I resisted the pressing urge to stroke my hard cock and revel in this feeling and concentrated my mind on reading the filth upon the stone walls around me.

Then a definite footstep at the entrance to the toilets, I froze, my heart stopped and I couldn’t even breathe as I strained to hear more. For a moment the silence is total. Had I imagined it? No, because the steps came again, louder, clearer and coming this way. I dared not move and my eyes followed your movements as if I could see through the wooden door and stone walls. Staying stock still on my knees, I couldn’t see you pause outside my closed door but I knew you had and at that moment I knew that you had come here to act on my message and I thought for sure that my heartbeat was likely to explode.

But you didn’t pause for long, you moved on and I followed the noise of your footsteps past my door and heard the door of the cubicle next to mine squeaking open and shutting and it’s bolt sliding home. I took a quick breathe and when I resumed my silent vigil I could hear you unzipping your trousers. Seconds later I could hear what can only be the noise of a penis being slapped against a palm next door. The skin slapping continued for at least half a minute and I could no longer prevent my right hand reaching down and gently stroking my own hard cock. And then you stopped. I trained my ears again, had someone else entered? What were you doing? I could hear a faint scrabbling and scrapping and then a piece of paper was slid under my door ( there was a small centimeter gap at the bottom of our joined wall).

It read:

UNLOCK YOUR DOOR IF YOU MEANT WHAT YOU WROTE ON THE WALL.

So here it was then. The crux of the matter. I guess I could have still get out of this situation, get dressed, sit it out until you left and put it all behind me. Not run the risk of this. Part of me wanted to do that, to go back to my nice family life, nobody any the wiser. It would have been easy. So why is it that I watched as my hands come up off my stiff cock and reached up for the bolt and the noise sounds deafening as I slid it back and open. And waited with baited breath.

In slow motion I could hear the door to the next door cubicle open and watched in growing fear/excitement as the large wooden edifice before me opened slightly and then swung open fully and you stepped in and quickly turned to slide the bolt back into place. You turned to face me and instantly I knew that I would do whatever you asked of me.

Our expressions matched our positions. Me, on my knees, looking weak, expectant and submissive, like a dog desperate to please it’s master. You, towering over me, looking impassive as you scanned my kneeling form with a mocking sneer, about ready to enjoy this afternoon. You undid your belt and allowed your trousers to drop and I was suddenly faced with your intimidating, large cock. Wasting no time you stepped forward and I felt the slimy touch of your cock on my lips. It was at once repulsive and intoxicating and my body ruled my mind as my lips separated and you wasted no time in pushing your cock into my mouth.

The taste and smell were new to me but I had little time to dwell on them as you rammed your lengthy tool deeper into my mouth and I felt it scrape along the top of my palate. This is what I wanted, this is what I fantasied about for so long but my mind raced and I could not relax and enjoy it and take everything in as you hurried your cock further down my gullet and I felt your hairy balls bounce on to my chin. I put my hands up to try and take some control of the rate but was somewhat taken aback as you reached down and wrenched my hands away and hissed down at me.

“Keep your hands down, I’m in charge here. You asked for it, now take it!”

Immediately I obeyed and dropped my hands to my sides, my mouth completely at your mercy and you seemed not to have a lot. There was almost a frenzy to your thrusting, you seemed to be in a desperate hurry, I guess the prospect of discovery is the same thrill and concern as it was to me.

Meanwhile, I was trying with all my will to calm down, to relax and enjoy this glorious moment, trying to breath through my nose and allow your thick, slimy cock to slide easily in and out of my mouth and throat. But I was struggling. Your fierce rate was too much for me and part of my mind was switching off, disgusted at what I had allowed myself to do. I could feel your foreskin peel back inside the tight confines of my mouth and I could feel your pubic hair flit slot oyna through my teeth. Though all of this my cock was harder than I can ever remember it and on a base level I know that this is what my body had been craving for the last twelve years.

And then it all changed, with almost a sneer you looked down on me and carefully reach down and pinch my nose shut between your forefinger and thumb. I started to gag on your cock and couldn’t get any oxygen into me and I knew my hands were free and I could bring them up and change this but I didn’t I left them hanging submissively by my side. You were in control and I would do whatever you ask of my body and mind. I raised my hazel eyes to meet yours and convey all this in just one simple look, I’m happy to see you smile down at me and continue to fuck my willing face.

All of a sudden you froze. Literally you go from perpetual, hard motion to absolute stillness, with your thick cock still embedded in my mouth I looked up questioningly and you put a finger to your lips telling me to be silent. You released my nostrils and then I heard the footsteps outside our cubicle, they do not pause as yours had, rather they pass onward toward the row of urinals and I listened intently as whoever is out there unzipped their trousers and pisses into the urinal. The threat of discovery has never been higher and I was more turned on than ever, after all it is me who was naked and on my knees with your cock in my mouth. My god, that could have been someone I know out there, a neighbour, a work colleague, a friend, just yards away as I sucked another mans cock.

The taps run at the nearby sink and I heard the man out there whistling, I wondered if he looks at the closed cubicle door and wonders who was in here. We each listened to his footsteps fade then disappear and with an audible exhaling of your breath you resumed the fucking of my virgin mouth. This interruption had only brought you nearer climax and it is a mere few seconds before I felt your cock throb and pulse in my mouth and you reached down to hold my head and mouth over your cock. I would be tasting you today no matter what. But I wanted to taste you and I awaited your load.

It came at once in one long spurt that fired at least four thick loads deep in my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could but also felt nice and nasty as the cum dribbled from your cock’s tip and played over my lips and chin, as you finished you club your cock over my cheeks, my chin and mouth and have me suck it over every last drop.

Standing over me you spoke quickly and quietly.

“Good boy. Now if you want more get dressed and I’ll be waiting for you outside, we can go back to my place and I’ll give you just what you want.”

You left me there and I was quiet as you exited, wondering exactly what I would do. All sorts of things flew around my mind, there really could only be one thing you had in mind if I agreed and part of me wanted so badly to do it. But another, saner part of me wanted to end this now. To leave now and be content that I had done what I had dreamed about for so long. That I had experienced the thrills and excitement and lived to tell the tale and not be discovered. Despite the rationality of that argument as I exited the door having dressed myself again, I knew what I would do and knew that it would be to do as you said.

The bright early afternoon hit my eyes as I stepped outside, once more smelling the fresh air that I seemed to have been deprived of for so long. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had only been in there for half an hour. It felt so much longer. Squinting around I looked for movement in the car park and saw a red car approaching and halting level with me. I felt so self conscious as I stood there waiting for the passenger window to descend.

“Get in the back seat and lie face down on the seat, pull the rug up over your head, I don’t want you to see where I live.”

No turning back now, I clambered into your car and did as I was bid, pulling the heavy rug over me and engulfing me in a musty darkness. I listened to my own heavy heartbeat as you moved off and initially I tried to work out the direction you were taking but after a few stops and turns I was lost and gave up. I was in your hands now, whatever may come.

Sometime later we pulled into a driveway and idled to a halt with in a darkened garage. You got out and I heard the noise of the garage door shutting and I waited a moment for you to open the car door and I lifted my head and clambered out, blinking my eyes, adjusting from the pitch blackness I had been in to this half gloom. I took in my surroundings, the garden tools and implements on the wall as you led me towards to door inset in the garage wall which led into your house. I still had no idea at all where we were. The hall we entered from that door gave no further clue and we headed up the steep flight of carpeted stairs in a nervous silence.

I was second guessing myself now. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have done it. I should make my excuses now and leave. But I didn’t, I just followed canlı casino siteleri you up until we reached the landing. My nerves seemed to have transmitted themselves to you and rather than speaking you pointed towards the half open door on the right and I couldn’t bring myself not to enter. I stepped into the bright room, which overlooked a leafy garden, I still didn’t recognise any landmark and then I heard the clunk of the door closing behind me and your steps towards me.

“Get undressed and then get bent over that bed.”

Straight to the point. But I hesitated, still not sure if I could really go through with this, even after all I have done. Yet I knew, deep down this is what I wanted. Still I was too slow for you.

“Come on, you know you want it. Just a few minutes ago you were buck naked on your knees in a public toilet begging to suck the cock of me or anyone else who came along. So why so shy now, eh? Just and oral tease are you? Or are you man enough to take it round here.”

You reached behind me and groped my ass as you said this. It made my mind up and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my jumper and shirt and pulled them both up and over my head, leaving me bare chested – I am committed to this. Your rough hands played over my hairy chest and centre on my hard nipples, you pinched and played with them as my hands fumbled at my belt and zip and I let my trousers drop to my ankles. My socks last no longer and as quickly as that I was reaching for the belt of my shorts. You stopped me and hooked your own hands in there and I shivered in anticipation as you slid my underpants off and I stood before you, naked. I was aware that my cock was rock hard and pointing towards you and this is all the encouragement you needed and you wrapped your hand around my cock and pumped it backwards and forwards a few times before leading my by it over to the bed. I sat on it, looking up at you.

“Release my cock. You’ve never taken it in the ass have you boy? Didn’t think so.”

I reached forward and once more loosened your belt before pulling out your stiffening member into my hand. This time there was no rush, no intense hurry, no risk of discovery. I took the time to stroke and study your thick cock. I was amazed that I had taken it in my mouth and found myself growing even harder at the thought. I strained my neck forward to lick it instinctively but with just one lick you pushed my forehead back and spoke.

“No, we’ve done that, roll over and lift your ass up and spread those ass cheeks as wide as you can.”

Obediently I turned over and buried my face into the musky smelling mattress and reached both my hands behind me, stretching my fingertips over my soft ass then pulling the cheeks apart. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I felt so exposed, so open.

“Hold them like that, I’ll give you a little lube.”

I sensed you crouch down behind me and spit into my spread asshole, feeling sensations I had never experienced before as you spat again and I felt your phlegm wetly drip from me. I can’t believe how magnified each touch and movement is when I’m like this and I feel a sexual rush surge through my bloodstream. I tensed myself in preparation of you penetrating me and I felt you enter me but I quickly realised that it is not your magnificent penis that has invaded me but, the hardness tells me that it is a finger probing inside my virgin ass. God, even that is tight, how could I possibly handle your thick cock?

With spit and finger(s) you worked my ass for five minutes, all the time slowly working your erection with your free hand so that the helmet of your cock is dripping with pre-cum. Then with no word of warning you stood up and drove your cock inside me. It was so tight back there and I grimaced and then squealed in pain and shock to begin with before taking the majority of your length and finding that I could, just, accept you.

I’ve pleased you I can tell, by taking it all, and as I lay face down on your bed my mind gave a thought to my pretty young wife. I was cheating on her I knew. I will attempt to justify this to myself by saying it was something I had to get out of my system, something I had to do. But was adultery, it was cheating and for that I felt shame but the sheer adrenaline surge of pleasure is enough for just now to forget that. You woke me from my thoughts by reaching forward, grabbing my hair and yanking it back as you thrust deeper inside me.

“Yeah, that’s it, take it all. You’re my bitch today ain’t you? Ain’t you?”

I nodded and attempted to answer in the affirmative but at that moment I felt your body tense up and you take a firm hold of me around the waist as you gave a couple of final thrusts and fire a sticky load of your cum deep in my bowels. You gave me no chance to recover from this, turning me over and clambering atop the bed yourself, your dirty dick hovering over my face, your knees either side of my head. I knew what to do, with no prompting I opened my mouth and took your spent member in my mouth and lick and suck it clean. I was still as hard as ever and to deal with that you pulled me to the floor on my back and lifted my ankles up high and bend me over on myself like a jack knife. With you supporting me I looked up and was looking straight down the barrel of my own hard cock.

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Under the heading of ‘It seemed like a good idea at the time’, my girlfriend Valerie and I left our upper Midwest home and drove to work in Yellowstone National Park for the summer.

We had both worked at a neighborhood bar & grill, she waited tables and I tended bar, until the owner, generous to a fault, had to close the doors due to lack of funds.

Val and I met there, began dating, then we moved in together. It was a ‘fun’ relationship. After work we’d have a couple ‘shifters’, sometimes go to an ‘after hours’ club and go home to enjoy more libations. She was a few years older than me but looked great, and was fun to be around. She had a terrific personality.

When we arrived at the Canyon area of Yellowstone to process in for work we made one crucial mistake: we told them we weren’t married. Who’d have thought in this day and age that would still matter to some people? So they wouldn’t allow us to stay together in the same room. We both were assigned rooms with members of our own gender. Val worked the curio counter, and I stocked groceries and worked the cash register.

Our co-workers fell into two categories: college kids working a summer job and having fun, and older, retired couples who worked to earn some traveling money. I was 22 and Val was 34. The older people were wary of our situation, but the college kids liked to party with us. She made everyone smile and laugh, and, she could hold her liquor, too.

After work every night we’d hit the bar, and on our days off we played ‘tourist’ and drove around the park. By the end of the summer I’m sure we’d been to every bar in the park, and in West Yellowstone and Gardner, Montana.

The summer was winding down and we didn’t know where we’d go once our store closed for the season. One day I saw a notice on the bulletin board about work in Everglades National Park in Florida. We discussed it and applied for jobs.

A week later we found out we were hired: Val would wait tables again, and I’d be a bartender. Great, we thought. Tipping jobs! Yellowstone is beautiful but you can’t get rich on minimum wage. We worried about having enough money to even drive to Florida.

One night after work, and after the bar closed, Val and I went to our rooms. I couldn’t sleep. I started thinking about our upcoming trip to Florida. I wanted to plan our route so I dressed and went out to the car to get the map.

When I got close to the car I heard noises coming from the back seat. What the hell? I thought. I snuck up to the window and looked inside: Val was naked and sliding up and down the cock of one of the kids we worked with, Todd. He was certainly well-endowed!

I pounded on the window; I was furious and felt betrayed.

She rolled down the window, and didn’t even bother to cover herself. “What the hell do you want?” she snarled at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, stunned.

“Get out of here — I’ll see you in the morning!” She rolled up the window.

I was in a daze as I walked back to our building. Before I went inside I turned and looked at the car. They weren’t in any hurry to get dressed and get out of the car. I stood and waited; I never saw them get out.

Needless to say, a week later I was driving by myself to Florida.

I don’t remember much about the first couple days on the road. I guess I was still in shock. The weather was good and I made good time. I didn’t have much money so motels were out of the question. When I felt the need for sleep I’d pull into a rest area and try to doze, but the backseat of the car was filled with boxes, and the front seat was uncomfortable, so I only managed thirty or forty minute catnaps. Luckily I still had a good supply of amphetamines to keep me awake.

Valerie was on my mind for much of the trip. I replayed over and over in my head our big confrontation the day after I’d caught her screwing in the car.

She refused to speak with me before work, and she wouldn’t let me sit next to her at lunch or dinner. I waited outside our dorm at the usual time we’d go to the bar. She came outside and we walked together.

“Val, w-why did you do that? I don’t understand!” I asked.

“You stupid little boy! I’ve been sucking and fucking Todd for the last month!” It felt like a sharp slap across my face.

“W-Why? I thought we had something special!”

She laughed in my face. “Listen, you needle-dick prick…all you care about is getting high…that’s all you ever care about…you were a lousy lay to begin with — now you can’t even get it up!”

“I’ll change — I promise! You’ll see, when we go to Florida—”

She cut me off. “Listen, Johnny…you’re a nice guy, but you have a whole lot of problems…there’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere with you! I’m going home with Todd.”

Then she sneered in my face. “Oh, by the way, did you like what you saw?”

‘W-What do you mean?” I asked.

“Oh,” she smiled, “You sure took a long look at Todd’s cock last night…nice one, isn’t it? Did you like it, Johnny?” She laughed loudly and continued walking to the bar. casino siteleri I went back to the dorm.

I tried to avoid her that last week. When we did come face to face, that sarcastic grin of hers would make me blush.

I took a hard, long look at myself. I couldn’t figure out what ‘problems’ I had that she was talking about. Sure, I liked to party, but who didn’t? I wasn’t an alcoholic — I didn’t drink every day. I held jobs, paid my bills, lived responsibly. Yes, I did enjoy getting high, and yes, it was beginning to affect my sexual performance. But she liked drinking as much as I did…I liked getting high — I liked being able to ‘escape’.

My car troubles started as soon as I passed the sign that welcomed me to Florida. Whenever it rained the engine would die, the power steering wouldn’t work and I had to fight to get the car to the side of the road. It happened quite often — this was Florida, after all. I would usually have to wait 30-40 minutes before the car would start again.

Florida City was the last big town before the Everglades. I was two days early for my reporting date, and I calculated I had enough money for a motel and food. It was Sunday, football day, and they gave me an early check-in, so I took my travel bag, and what was left of the half-gallon Jim Beam bottle into the room.

There was 20 minutes until kick-off of the early game, so I walked to the convenience store a block away and loaded up with chips, dip and other snack foods. On the walk back to the motel, I noticed an auto repair shop across the street. I figured I’d take my car there tomorrow and find out what was wrong with it.

I guess it was the stress of driving, and lack of sleep, but I passed out at the start of the second half of the late game. When I woke, it was 9 o’clock the next morning.

I took some aspirin for my headache and guzzled two quarts of bottled water. Then, I drove my car to the auto shop. I left it with them and headed for a diner for breakfast.

When I returned for my car they explained what was wrong with it and said it would cost $250 for the repairs. I’m not a handyman or repair-type-of-guy, so it was all Greek to me.

“I’m starting work Tuesday at Flamingo, I can pay you when I get my first check,” I said.

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Bring your car back here after you get paid,” he replied.”It’ll run fine if there’s no rain.”

So I killed another night and the rest of the Jim Beam and headed into the Everglades Tuesday morning.

“…and your name again, is what?” asked the general manager of the resort.

I told him for the third time. He had no record of me being hired. I told him the home office in Virginia said I had a job.

“I just drove 2,600 miles and you’re saying I don’t have a job?” I asked.

“No, no…we’ll take you on…”

That was how my Everglades ‘experience’ began. He did hire me as a bartender, but it was soon obvious they didn’t need me. I worked a ‘service bar’ in the dining room the size of a small closet. The tips were lousy and it looked like I’d never get a chance to work the main bar where the money was pretty good.

I had a room about a mile from the resort area, and because of my car problems, I walked back and forth to work. Now I’d thought we had mosquitoes where I came from, but they were nothing compared to Everglades mosquitoes. A week before I got there, a tourist went missing, and the joke was that the mosquitoes carried him away.

About a week later I got a roommate. He was kind of homely, and rather fat. We drank at the employee pub that night, and when we went to bed, he got up and climbed into my bed with me.

“How about we give each other hand-jobs?” he asked.

“ARE YOU CRAZY? GET OUT OF MY BED — I’M NOT A FAGGOT!” I screamed at him.

I moved to another room the next day.

I met a guy named Chris, he was a dish washer, and hated his job, too. We ate our meals together and hung-out together after work. One day at lunch he showed me an ad from a newspaper. “Earn $1,200 in 2 weeks” read the headline. That caught my attention. To make a long story short, you live for two weeks at some sort of clinic where they do medical tests on you, and when you’re done, they pay you $1,200. The clinic was in Miami. It didn’t say what the tests were.

“You interested in this?” I asked him.

“John, we both hate our jobs and living here, and we’re both too broke to leave. A $1,200 pay day would get us both back where we want to go!”

Medical tests? I was skeptical; he said he’d call the number and get more information.

A few days later after work we were at the pub.

“I called the number — it sounds legit. They said they had openings for two more guys,” he said. “We go in and take a physical then they assign us a room the same day.”

“Let’s do it! It’ll at least get us out of here!” I said.

We left for Miami the next day.

Neither of us had ever been to Miami, and we’d have to spend at least one night in a motel. I decided to drive straight to the beach. slot oyna We’d never seen the Atlantic Ocean, either.

We made it to Ocean Boulevard and it was obvious the hotels/motels were out of our price range. I kept driving north on Ocean Boulevard until it ended. We had to go into the city.

We went under Interstate 95 and came to NW 79th Street. It was a pretty seedy area; lots of boarded up stores, and vacant lots. Chris spotted a motel sign advertising a price we could pay. I pulled the car into the driveway of the Daisy Chain Motel. We went inside. The desk clerk had a Middle Eastern appearance. His name tag read ‘Ahmad’. He was hard to understand, but he said he had one room left, but it only had one bed. We said ‘fine’ and we paid for it.

The motel had about 25 separate little bungalows, and a swimming pool and hot tub. There was a diner that served liquor next to the office. The bed in the room was king-sized, big enough that sharing it wouldn’t be a problem. We left our stuff in the room and went for dinner at the diner. We decided alcohol probably wouldn’t be a good idea since we had to take physicals early the next morning.

Afterwards we sat at the pool. It was disappointing — there were only guys at the pool. We went to bed early.

We ate breakfast then set out for the clinic. We talked about what we’d do with the money. We found the clinic and they gave us physicals. The doctor came out and told Chris everything was good with him. Then he spoke to me.

“Let’s see…” he studied his chart. “John, I’m sorry to tell you this, but we can’t use you for the tests — you have too much protein in your urine.”

I was shocked! Huh? Protein in my urine?

“We have another round of tests starting in four weeks, and we can accept you for those. Come on back in four weeks. Thanks for coming today.”

I think Chris saw my stunned expression because he offered to leave with me.

“No-no-no…” I said, and I watched as they led him to his room.

Back outside the Florida heat and humidity felt especially stifling.

What the hell am I going to do now? I wondered. I sat in the car a long time. Finally, I started it and drove back towards the Daisy Chain Motel. I remembered seeing a day labor company a block away. I’d go there the next day and find work.

I didn’t have enough money to spend the night at the motel. I parked across the street next to a large, tree-filled park. I walked to a convenient store and bought a bag of chips and a Pepsi. I sat in the park the rest of the day.

It was dark outside. I planned on sleeping in the car so I went to the public men’s room in the park to take a leak. There were two urinals and one was being used. I stood at the other one. The man looked at me closely before he left.

What was that about? I asked myself.

When I went outside the man was standing there. He came up to me. My heart was pounding; I was afraid.

“I’ll give you five bucks for a hand-job,” he said matter-of-factly.

My response to him surprised me. “Make it ten!” I said. It was at that moment I realized I was capable of doing just about anything to survive. Desperate times calls for desperate measures!

“Fuck-off!” he said and walked away.

As I walked to my car I cursed myself for being greedy — I should have agreed to the five dollars.

It began to rain. I sat in the car listening to the steady pelting of my car by the rain drops. The front seat of my car wasn’t made for sleeping. When I finally managed to fall asleep, I was awakened by someone pounding on the window. It was a cop!

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t sleep here!”

“Sorry about that,” I said.

The rain had stopped. I had to take a leak so I walked into the park to the men’s room. In my groggy state, I thought it was about 2 or 3 in the morning. I looked at my watch — 11 o’clock — you gotta be kidding me! I still had all night to kill.

There was a man washing his hands when I entered the men’s room. I did my business, aware that the man was watching me. He was still at the sink when I washed my hands.

“Nice rain,” he said.

I wasn’t sure how to play this; I didn’t want to miss out on another opportunity. As I dried my hands I flashed him a broad smile.

“Yeah, looks like it might rain all night, and I don’t have anywhere to go.”

A smile formed on his lips. “Hungry?” he asked. I nodded. He pointed in the direction of the diner. “Eat?” he asked.

“Sure, that would be great,” I said.

As we walked to the diner I sized him up. I’m 5’8″ and he was shorter than me. Like the desk clerk, he sounded and appeared to be from a Middle Eastern country. It looked like he was going to buy me a meal, I wondered what else?

I sat in a booth and I figured he would sit across from me, but he slid in beside me — close. He asked if I wanted a beer, and I said, “That sounds great!” I wondered if I came off sounding too eager.

We had two beers and he ordered us rib eye steaks. The food was delicious. Mid-way through canlı casino siteleri the meal he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. His penis was hard. Or at least it felt like it. It was about 3 inches long and thick. It was the first penis other than my own I ever felt. I squeezed it. He smiled. I went to use that hand to cut my steak but he stopped me.

“Keep hand there!” he said. I put my hand back on his cock, and he cut up the rest of my steak for me. I slowly stroked it through his slacks for the rest of our meal.

When we were leaving the diner he said, “We go to my car!”

I pointed to the motel and asked, “How about there?”

He frowned. I may have went a little too far. He might not have enough money for the motel. But then again, I didn’t want to go to his car and give him a hand-job and be back out on the street afterwards.

I smiled at him. “If we had a room, I could get naked and we could stretch out on a big bed.”

His eyes widened at the thought. He pulled out his wallet and gave me the exact amount for the room.

I went inside alone. ‘Ahmad’ was behind the front desk again. “You back — good!” he said in his broken English.

He gave me two keys, and when I said we’d only need one he winked at me. I blushed.

We found our bungalow and went inside. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do in this situation. I decided to try and get it over with as quickly as possible. I stripped; he sat on the bed and watched me. When I was naked he had me stand before him and he ran his hands over my body. I turned around for him and he caressed my bottom-cheeks. Then he roughly tried to push a finger into my asshole. I jumped; he laughed.

He had me lie on the bed as he took off his clothes. He was short, overweight and hairy. His hard-on looked like a small block of wood. I sympathized with real hookers, I saw first-hand the kind of people they had to ‘service’. This profession required a strong stomach, I thought.

He climbed on top of me and held my head still. He kissed me. It was the very first time I kissed another man. I had to fight my instinct to gag; his breath stunk of beer and onions.

He kneeled on the bed and lifted my legs over my head. I was extremely aware of my exposed anus. He tried several times to get his cock inside me. He grunted and groaned but couldn’t get his cock inside my asshole. I was relieved when he quit trying.

He placed his knees on either side of my chest and positioned himself so his cock was inches from my face. I could plainly smell the aroma of his private parts. My arms were pinned to the bed under his weight. I had resigned myself to the fact that I might have to suck his cock. I opened my mouth.

Instead, he stroked his cock himself. Every now and then he’d rub it on my face. He began breathing harder; his hand moved faster. Now, I of course, had never seen another man ejaculate before, and I thought it would be something different. Instead of semen forcefully shooting out of his cock, it dribbled out of his slit and onto my face. When he finished, he wiped his cock on a dry patch of my face and climbed off the bed.

I didn’t know what to expect next. I thought he’d probably rest then have another go at me. Instead, he got dressed and left. He never said a word, or even looked at me.

Fine with me, I thought. I didn’t get any money, but I had a good meal and a roof over my head.

I went to the bathroom and wiped my face with a towel. I took a leak then went back to bed and looked forward to a night of sound sleep.

The phone on the nightstand next to the bed startled me at 2am. I had just drifted off to sleep when it rang.

“Police look for you — you come to office — you hide here!” I recognized Ahmad’s voice.

“W-What? What is going—”

He cut me off. “Come here now!” He hung up.

Panic set in. Police? I remembered the cop who woke me up in my car. Oh my God — what’s going on? I hadn’t brought anything in from the car so all I had to do was dress, and get the hell out of there.

When I walked into the motel office, a young black man was behind the front desk. I asked for Ahmad and he pressed a button on the counter. Ahmad immediately appeared from a door behind the counter. He rushed me to the side and buzzed the door to let me in. He led me through another door into a small apartment. He must live here, I thought.

He had me sit on the edge of the bed. He was on a love seat.

My heart was racing and I began to sweat. He assured me everything would be alright now. The police wouldn’t find me here.

“You sleep here,” he said.

He said the police were shining flashlights into my car. He led me to the door again and went behind the front desk. Sure enough, I could see my car across the street and there was a police car parked behind it. We went back into his apartment.

He went to the small kitchen and returned with two cups of what smelled like tea.

He gave me a cup and I asked: “What’s this?”

“Green tea — you drink!”

It was good; just the right sweetness for my taste. We drank the tea in silence. Soon, all my panic, and nervousness disappeared. A sense of well-being and happiness washed through my body. I looked at Ahmad, he smiled at me and I smiled back.

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So, it was Saturday night. I sat alone in a hotel room with a short bottle of Jameson’s, already half empty. A hookup app running on my tablet showed a matrix of local guys as it sat beside my laptop. I half worked on a writing project, half checked the prospects that shuffled on and off the grid displayed on my tablet as the hour grew late.

I’d spent the day at a re-enactment. My Civil War-era costume hung in the closet waiting for use tomorrow. Instead of staying in the campground, though, I’d driven into town for a more modern, more comfortable night’s sleep.

And better prospects for company.

Or so I’d thought. Only flakes and picture-collectors with no follow-through responded. I’m getting too old, I guess. I’d had a couple of responses to an ad I’d posted earlier, but those had also failed to materialize. The hour had passed eleven. I should really get some sleep.

A new email appeared on my laptop: “you have a new message—reply to your ad…”

I clicked it. A brief message opened with a picture attached of a dark-skinned round face with frizzy hair. He had a nice smile.

The text of the message was short and to the point. “Still looking? I could come over now.”

I clicked reply. “Yes, still looking.” I attached a rather more revealing photo than I’d used in my ad. His response came quickly.

“Hot. Where are you?”

I sent him the hotel’s address and room number.

“OK. Take me about a half hour to get there. That OK?”

“Yes.” I hit send, then noticed the time. Nearing midnight.

I fired up another email. “I’ll have to let you in the hotel. They’ll have the lobby locked for the night by then. Message me when you’re almost here and I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”

***

His reply that he was near was more like forty-five minutes later, rather than thirty. I grabbed my laptop and took a seat on a sofa in the lobby facing the door. The night clerk was a middle-aged man of South Asian descent. Probably a few years younger than me. We exchanged a greeting, but once it was clear that I wasn’t making either a request or a complaint, he left me alone.

A few minutes passed, and then my internet hookup appeared casino siteleri at the door. I got up to let him in before the clerk made it around the desk. He raised eyebrows briefly as I shook hands with the guy, but made no comment as he resumed his station.

My date was tall and a little heavyset, but not flabby. His hair had grown out a little longer since the picture he’d sent, but was still the same style. He wore casual, comfortable clothes: a sweatshirt with an OSU logo, faded jeans, and athletic shoes. I’m a terrible judge of ages, but I guessed he was about thirty-five. He gave the clerk a nervous glance, then glanced toward me. I could almost hear his thoughts. Black guy meeting a white guy almost twice his age after midnight in a hotel. What must the clerk think?

But the clerk didn’t meet his glance, and as we entered the deserted hallway to walk to my room, he relaxed. That inviting smile reappeared.

“I’m Steve,” I said. He already knew that. It was part of my email address.

He paused a second. “Art.”

Obviously a pseudonym, but no matter. “Glad to meet you, Art.” I paused a half beat before repeating his name, just to show that I knew it wasn’t his real name.

I swiped the card through the reader on the door and invited him in. I pointed to the bottle. “Want some whiskey?”

“I don’t drink.”

“Wise man.”

A few seconds passed as we stood facing each other, standing between the bed and the desk, then the smile reappeared.

***

He smelled clean, with only a slight hint of manly musk as I sucked his cock. It was a good size, not so big as to be hard to get decently into my throat, but big enough to fill me nicely. He ran his hands through my straight, finger-length brown hair as he sat in the desk chair and I knelt in front of him. I alternately sucked the tip, flicking it with my tongue, and then took his cock deep as I could into my throat, burying my nose in kinky pubic hair. He’d make a moan of pleasure when I did that, so I tried to do it often. He’d been halfway erect when he dropped his jeans and shed his boxers, but he became stiff as a poker as soon as I took his cock into my mouth. Youth. I remember when I could slot oyna get that hard, that fast, too.

His cock had started to throb an intermittent, irregular pulse. Wouldn’t be long, but instead of taking his release he pulled himself out. He grasped me under my armpits and raised me to my feet as he stood himself. He locked his lips over mine and probed at my mouth with his tongue. I let him in and he flicked his tongue on mine. I inhaled his breath as if a drowning man who’d just reached the water’s surface.

He let me go for a second, then dove in again. The next time he released me, I said, “You want to—”

“Yes.” He was already tearing open a condom.

I crawled onto the bed, but Art grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. He bent me over the edge with a hand on the small of my back, pushing me down on the sheet, my feet on the floor. I heard the snap of the lube bottle’s cap, and a second later the cool slippery wetness spread over my hole. He slid a finger inside.

I gasped as he rubbed my prostate.

He pulled out his finger and gave me a light slap on the butt. Not hard enough to hurt, but a bit of a surprise.

I gasped again. “Ah! Wow.”

He slid his cock along my ass-crack up and then back down. He prodded my balls with the tip of his cock. He slid his cock over my hole again, pausing at the pucker, then withdrawing.

I moaned. “Do you want to…?

“Want to what?”

He was going to make me ask for it. Hot. “Fuck me. I want that hot hard cock thrusting in my ass. I want you to explode inside me.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Ugh. Daddy.

I thought he’d just ram it home, but instead he guided the tip to my hole and slowly pushed it inside. I gave sigh. “Oh yes, that’s good.”

He gave a few slow strokes, then gradually increased the rate as I moaned my pleasure. Soon he was pounding my ass hard and fast. So fast the bed was shaking with each thrust and I feared the guests in the next room would complain.

Then he gave a loud grunt and pressed his hips hard against my ass. He gave another couple of thrusts, then pulled out and blew out a long breath. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he said.

***

We cuddled together afterwards. canlı casino siteleri Art laid his head on the pillows with his arm around me, my head resting on his chest. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, the musky man-scent intensified, intoxicating.

I stoked his side, from his ribcage down to his buttocks. “Thanks. That was really good.”

“You’re welcome.”

I stroked him again, with just a little bit of fingernail. He shivered, and his cock twitched. It was half erect again. I reached down and stroked it with a finger, and it grew a little more. He sighed as I grasped his manhood and gave it some gentle pumps.

I pulled myself up on my knees beside him and bent to take him into my mouth. Long, slow sweeps with my lips and soft tongue action encouraged his response. He squirmed and sighed louder. “Yeah, that’s nice.”

It took him a little longer, but soon he was just as hard as before. He put on another condom as I lay on my belly, and I stuffed a couple of pillows under my hips. My gasp of pleasure as he entered me was heart-felt.

His lovemaking was slow and tender this time, rather than urgent and new like it was before. It lasted a delicious, long, sweet time and when he finally climaxed, his body trembled with each spasm as he filled the rubber.

He lowered himself flat on top of me, his body heavy on mine, his breath panting loud in my ear, the musk of our mingled sweat thick in the air. After a moment he heaved a sigh and rolled off me. He pulled off the condom and dropped it into the waste can by the night stand.

“Thanks. You were great, but I have to be going.” He slid off the bed and reached for his boxers.

I watched him dress in silence. As he pulled the sweatshirt over his head I rolled out of bed and embraced him. “You were wonderful,” I said. “Twice.” He kissed me, a light peck. No tongue.

“I’ll be back in town next weekend too,” I said. “Maybe we can get together again?”

Art nodded. “Maybe. Send me an email.”

The door shut behind him, and I threw the deadbolt closed. And that’s it.

He’d missed the waste can with the first condom. I picked it up and threw it away. I washed hands. Back in the bedroom, I considered the disheveled sheets lying tangled over the bed, and I shrugged. I’d send him a message next week, but this was probably a one-off meeting. Still, don’t often get to experience the second coming.

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I want to thank John & Bob for allowing me to write their story. Although I have changed their names they know who they are and that they have my appreciation. The elements of the story are as they have related them to me, sometimes fairly graphically depending on the amount of alcohol involved, and sometimes general. Where they have been general I filled in the blanks. Enjoy

John lay in his bed and looked around his dorm room. His half empty dorm room. The first week of classes was finished and his roommate still had not showed up and he figured by now that he had opted out rather than just being late. Apparently the no show rate was fairly high for this summer session.

He like everybody else here had been accepted to this small private college with the proviso that they attend the summer session to fill in academic shortcomings. In his case it was Math. He always hated math. Not that he had trouble with it, just that especially with algebra, if he could see no need for it or use in life, he considered it a waste of time. He had felt that way about geometry also until an argument with the teacher in high school answered his question about why he should bother learning it. Figuring the area of a triangle or rectangle or odd sided figure, no use? What about how much paint to buy, is the carpet guy ripping you off, how much land is actually included in this lot. How much siding do I need for my house or roofing? Ok so there is a use for Geometry.

But now because nobody had bothered to explain that Algebra was not taught to be mathematics but to teach you deductive reasoning and problem solving, among other things. Nobody that is until he met this professor who explained that right after telling them his name on the first day. Now it made sense! This is why I have to pay attention. Too bad nobody had explained it in High school then he would not be sitting in classes all summer instead of out enjoying himself. Well there was nothing to be done about it now except show up for class and do the work. It actually was not bad. Only 3 hours of classes 4 days a week and 5 hours on Wednesday. Fridays they were done at 11 so it was almost a long weekend. The big drawback was that they were 20 miles from town and no car. Hitchhiking was a way of life and not bad as long as it wasn’t raining. But tonight was Friday night. Everybody who was going home for the weekend had left already. Most everybody else was in town or a few like himself were stuck alone for the evening.

There was a party going on down the hall but the door was closed so dorm etiquette said it was invitation only. If the door were open it would have been “everybody welcome”. Despite the noise and the early hour he fell asleep. He woke back up around 1:30 AM. The hall was quiet, the party must have burned out or moved. Now was the time to get a shower.

John had experience with communal showers, both in High School and at the summer camp he had worked at for a few years. It wasn’t that he was shy he just preferred his privacy, that and the fact that guys always stared at his dick. He did have a bit more than the average, nearly 9 inches long and thick. Besides that he had had no luck in the female department here and probably would not. It wasn’t that he was bad looking, at a hair under 6 feet and 180 lbs he had a powerfully built torso that women usually found attractive and average or above average looks, it was the 12:1 ratio that made the competition very stiff. Then with his girlfriend was 500 miles away, he was distinctly horny and having a hardon in the dorm shower was a sure way to get teased at least. So 1:30 in the morning was a good time to avoid the crowds and enjoy the privacy.

He gathered up his shower stuff, stripped down and threw his robe on for the walk down the hall to the bathroom. The showers were in the bathroom it was an area enclosed on 3 sides with two shower heads and controls on each side, the back wall was blank and the front open. He walked into the bathroom and found that as he suspected it was empty. It did not take long for him to get in and get the water adjusted, then enjoy the luxury of all the hot water he wanted and the big shower to himself. He was just standing there, enjoying the hot water running over his body, watching it run down his chest and stomach and off of his prick. He started to get aroused and watched as his cock grew towards its full size, and he was thinking about jerking off. Could he get away with it or would someone walk in. Suddenly he heard a voice. “Excuse me. Do you mind if I use one of the other showers or should I come back?”

He looked over at the open wall and saw another guy standing there. He had seen him around but did not know him yet. They shared no classes and with only a week into college he had not met that many people. The guy was a little on the thin side, almost scrawny and only about 5’7″ tall. He was standing there looking embarrassed. John took all of it in with a quick glance and answered, “No, go ahead, help yourself. That’s why they put 4 shower heads in here.”

“Thanks.” casino siteleri The little guy answered. As he dropped his towel and grabbed his soap. “I was studying and figured this would be a good time to shower and beat the crowd. I guess I wasn’t the only one with the idea.”

Trying to be polite John answered him “Yeah, I didn’t expect to run into anyone at this hour.” As he said it he was thinking how glad he was that he had not been in the middle of jerking off when this guy walked up. All he got caught with was ¾ of a hardon. He knew the guy saw it, as he saw his eyes dart down, but he was polite enough not to say anything one way or the other. He also could not help himself check the other guy’s equipment out. He had nothing to write home about. It was hard to tell how big it would get but he started out on the small side.

John told himself that he didn’t look because he was interested just curious. After all he wasn’t queer he had a girlfriend and all. But he was honest enough with himself to remember the two guys he had had sex with. They were all just curious and early adolescents were just plain horny. Sex was sex, a blow job a blowjob didn’t matter whether it was a guy giving it to you or a girl it felt the same. Of course when it was a guy you usually had to reciprocate and you certainly didn’t go around bragging about it like you would if it were a girl. They had worked together as counselors at the camp and had gotten into a regular thing of sucking each others cocks and even experimented with butt fucking. John had had cum in his mouth and swallowed it, it wasn’t terrible and he had had a cock in his ass, it was interesting and had had his cock in another guy’s ass that was Ok. But all said and done he much preferred to eat pussy than sucking cock and fucking a pussy to an ass, and as far as blow jobs went, well a BJ was a BJ. Besides girls had those interesting bumps on their chests.

While all this ran through his mind the other guy was talking away. John was half listening and getting on with his shower when the guy stopped and introduced himself. He stuck his hand out to shake and said “By the way I’m Bob, Pleased to meet you.”

John responded by shaking hands and introducing himself. John started to relax a little more. This guy seemed Ok, he was talking away and was a little funny. They had the same professors and classes just different schedules, so they had a lot in common and soon it was a two way conversation.

After a while John noticed that Bob was holding his head a little odd so he asked Bob if he was alright. “Yeah, I was just hunched over my books too long without moving and now my neck is stiff.” Bob answered.

“Why don’t you turn around and let the hot water run on it. That may help” John offered

Bob responded by turning and letting the hot water run over his neck and while it helped he was still stiff. Finally John offered, “Not so you think anything wrong but I used to be the trainer for the football team. I could rub it out for you if you would like. I mean I’m not coming on or anything…” John stammered.

Bob looked at him and looked out into the bathroom. “I wouldn’t mind but if somebody walks in they might think we’re… You know.”

“Yeah, well it’s up to you”

Bob looked around again and darted out of the shower and was back a few seconds later. “Ok, I put the metal trash can so that if somebody opens the door it will make noise. I really would like to get this stiffness out of my neck so I can sleep. As long as you don’t mind, I appreciate it.”

Bob turned around and offered his back to John who reached up and started to expertly rub the stiffness out of the muscles. After a few minutes work John’s arms were starting to get tired from holding them at the angle and working the muscles, so he told Bob to kneel down and explained why. Bob complied and John kept working the kinks out. Then it struck him how it would look if somebody did walk in and saw how they were positioned and as he thought about it his cock started to come to life again. He tried to will it down but it still kept rising. Finally he asked bob how his neck was. “Great, man you can keep that up all night if you want.” John laughed and let go of his new friend and turned around to hide his erection as Bob stood up, then he adjusted the shower to give himself a blast of cold water. That worked, his cock was quickly back to normal flaccid size and he felt safe getting out of the shower and drying off. Bob followed and thanked him again as they went their separate ways to their rooms.

The next day John slept late and was one of the last in for breakfast before they closed the cafeteria. Then decided to explore town so he hitchhiked in and walked around the small town picking up a few necessities, a bottle of vodka, a bottle of whiskey, a case of beer and chips. Orange juice and soda he could get at the school store. It was a bit much to carry to what everybody called “College Corner”, the place where all the students stood to hitch back out to school, but slot oyna he managed. He got a ride fairly easily both ways and was back in his room well before dinner time.

John was laying on his bed thinking about heading to dinner when there was a knock on the door. It was Bob, “I thought I would stop on my way to the cafeteria and see if you wanted company for dinner.”

“Yeah, that would be good. Just let me get my shoes on and we can go.” John answered, happy that he would not have to either eat alone or scrounge up company for once. They headed out and talked on their way then while they were in line and more while eating.

Bob inquired what John had done on their first day without classes. Noting that he had stopped by at lunch but no one was home. John apologized and related how he had gone to town before lunch and hung around there and did some shopping. Bob had related how he slept through breakfast and then had been bored and wandered around campus all day. He admitted to not even considering going to town. John laughed and offered that next time maybe his thumb could get them both a ride. After dinner they wandered over to the student union for a couple of games of pool and a little Television before heading back to the dorm. John excused himself, explaining that he had done no studying all weekend and wanted to get his homework started at least. The guys parted company and agreed that they would go to breakfast together in the morning.

John sat down at his desk with his notes, his books and a beer and started in to work. Before he realized it everything was quite again and the clock said 1:00 AM. “Well maybe a late night shower again.” He thought and gathered up his things to head for the shower.” This time as her entered he found he was not alone somebody was there ahead of him. “Oh well, can’t win them all.” he thought as he stripped off his robe and stepped into the shower. He was mildly surprised to find that it was Bob in there again. They laughed and joked about “great minds thinking alike” as they showered. Then as John was finishing up Bob very sheepishly asked john if he could rub the kinks out again as his neck had stiffened up again. John laughed and agreed. Bob ran out and set the trash can alarm again and returned to the shower and immediately went to his knees with his back to John.

John good naturedly chuckled and started to rub the kinks out of Bob’s neck again. After a minute or so he noticed Bob was kneeling a little differently and that his right arm seemed to be moving a little. So playing a hunch john leaned over and peered down at Bob and was only mildly surprised to see that he had his dick in his hand and was almost imperceptibly jerking off. Then as he watched Bob came, blowing his load onto the shower floor where it was nearly invisible against the white tile and quickly washed away.

John leaned back and continued to rub for a minute before asking Bob “How you feel now, better? Feel a little relief?” There was no sarcasm in his tone just a light hearted question. He almost laughed at the response. “Oh yeah, a lot better.” So John gave him a playful slap on the shoulder and turned to hide his own erection again. After a minute or so he felt safe in getting out and drying off and Bob followed again thanking him as they went their separate ways.

John laid in his bed thinking over what he had seen, how Bob had used the opportunity to relieve his sexual tensions. John couldn’t help wonder what had got Bob so worked up? Was it just somebody giving him a rubdown or was he secretly turned on by a guy touching him while he was naked. John had gotten a good look at Bob’s cock this time. It wasn’t anything special, about normal length and maybe a little less than normal thickness. While he laid there thinking about it John realized he had started to stroke himself. He decided what the hell and went at it with a greater vigor soon spurting his seed up into the air and down onto his chest and stomach. After that little workout he drifted off to sleep.

Over the next week Bob showed up often, at meals and just to hang out. John watched for anything that might be construed as interest on the other guy’s part but noticed nothing. He also made a habit of hitting the shower at 1 AM every day just to see if Bob was there. The first night he had the shower to himself and left feeling a little disappointed. The second night Bob was in there when he entered again. It was pretty much of a repeat of the previous experience. Bob asked for a neck rub and John agreed but this time he watched more closely and when he detected bob’s arm starting to move he leaned over to watch the whole show. Again Bob milked his dick squeezing and sliding his hand in short strokes until he shot cum out onto the floor. John had a raging hardon this time and had to restrain himself from grabbing his own dick and whacking off, instead he turned and gave himself a dose of cold water. Things passed like that, sometimes they would meet sometimes they would not, but every time they did Bob would jerk off while canlı casino siteleri John rubbed his neck. It appeared as though he thought he was getting away with it.

Then on the first Saturday after they had met the cat was let out of the bag. The guys had spent the day in town together and then studying together in John’s room. They finally decided they had enough work and, surprise, Bob had a stiff neck. John almost laughed at the announcement but instead suggested the usual hot water massage. Bob went to get his towel but John offered him the extra he had snagged from the laundry and they both stripped and headed for the shower. When they got there they realized they had been too early the shower was in use by another guy who left shortly after they arrived but the amount of traffic in and out of the bathroom left each of them a little too uncomfortable. So they settled for a hot shower and returned to the room. Both had towels wrapped around themselves as John offered Bob a drink. Each of them downed vodka and orange juice before John offered Bob his neck rub anyway. Bob was a little hesitant but with John’s urging and the Vodka he relented. So Bob was kneeling on the floor in the center of the room and John stood behind him. John peeked over his shoulder and found that Bob had his hand under his towel and was going at it as normal. Tonight John was emboldened by the alcohol and casually said to Bob. “You know I don’t mind if you jerk off her like you do in the shower.”

Bob froze and stiffened up. He was caught! John waited a few seconds and continued, “Relax, I really don’t mind that you do it. We all need to get release somehow and there aren’t enough women around for all of us so what choice do we have. For myself I come back to the room, but I don’t have a roommate so it’s easy. I can whack it whenever I feel like it and that’s usually once a day sometimes twice.”

Bob had started to relax and as John finished he started to quietly speak, “My roommate almost caught me once and he gives me a hard time about it but then he’s one of the lucky ones. His girlfriend started here with him so he’s getting laid regular.” Then he paused. “You really don’t mind?”

John answered “No I don’t mind. Go ahead.”

Bob glanced back at John with a sheepish smile and slowly started to pull on himself again.

“You might find it easier if you took the towel off” John suggested.

Bob once again glanced back at John and pulled the towel back to reveal himself and his activities. John watched as Bob pulled on himself stroking and squeezing, and now without the water and soap as a lubricant he used a little saliva on his hand. While watching the show John’s dick had risen to its full size and he stopped his rub briefly to untie the towel around his waist and let it drop to the floor. Bob was so intent on his pleasure that he did not notice that John was now naked behind him and that his nine inches of cock were hanging over his shoulder. He wasn’t aware that is until John shifted his weight and the head of his dick came into contact with Bob’s cheek.

Bob was so lost in his activities that he turned his head to see what had touched his cheek and found himself staring at John’s dick. He had seen it in the shower and had noticed how big it was in comparison to his own and in fact the thought of it was what had got him started jerking off. But now he found it only inches from his mouth. Bob had never had any contact with a guy at all. Other than some I’ll show you mine if you show me yours when he was 12 or 13 he had never had any inclination toward it. But now with this monster in his face and his hand on his own meat working it to frenzy, he couldn’t stop himself and he opened his mouth and took it in. He sucked the head of John’s dick into his mouth and sucked on it a little then ran his tongue over it. John responded with a moan and bob suddenly found himself taking more of it inside. He released himself and grasped his friends cock with his hand and fed it to himself in and out, sucking and running his tongue over it. He was amazed that he was doing this but did not stop, he did not want to stop. He was enjoying sucking this cock. He tried to take it all in but found he could not so he just kept hold of the base with his right hand, gently jacking it off as he sucked while his left hand wrapped around his friend and ran up and down the curve of his ass. Feeling the hard muscle underneath the skin and then the crack between the cheeks, the contours of the heavy muscle on this mans body so unlike his own. Then he heard john talking to him through clenched teeth. “Unless you want a mouthful you better stop.” Bob paused for a second and decided that he did want the mouthful. The thought of having cum in his mouth excited him and his own dick throbbed while he considered it. So instead of stopping and taking it from his mouth he sucked harder and moved his hand faster and he got his reward as gobs of milky cum shot into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. At first he swallowed instinctively, then he let the second and third spurts lie on his tongue and roll around his mouth. He decided it did not taste bad, a little salty but not bad. It was a little slimy and tended to stay in gobs but as he swallowed it all he found it went right down.

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This story, and all my stories, contains fictionalized characters from long ago memories and recent events of my life.

I am a 60+ year old Black BI woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, sometimes extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories and please comment to help me improve.

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This story is a sequel to The Photographer Part 2. Readers may want to read that story before this one. Characters in this story are perhaps real but of course, for no reason really, the names have been changed… or not.

When I again read Photographer Part 2 after publication I realized that I had done Bailey and my readers a disservice by not telling the entire story of a complicated relationship between a mom, Robin and her adopted daughter Bailey.

Please read on and let me try to correct that.

At the risk of repeating myself… there is no “risk”, let me repeat myself.

I met Beth because of my relationship with a woman named Sarah. It happened on a Friday at the airport. Sarah was coming home after being away for a few weeks and dressed in my best jeans and a white sweater I waited for her at the airport. The plane was delayed and that made the anticipation worse. One hour became two. I watched as the plane pulled up to the gate and then waited for passengers to exit. As they came through the door I watched for her and at last saw her.

I sat and waited and finally she exited the gate area. She was not alone! Sarah was walking, actually holding hands with, a younger taller woman. Who was this woman?

As she approached she dropped the woman’s hand and gave me a hug, a sincere warm hug. She whispered in my ear: “Ah, Robin, it’s so good to be home. Thank you for coming. Don’t worry it will all be ok.” She did not wait for a response. Sarah stepped back and gesturing to the woman said: “Robin, this is Beth. Beth say hello to Robin.” We shook hands and kissed cheeks. I hate that custom.

We drove back to Sarah’s beach house with just the usual “how was the flight”, BS talk. When I tried to ask a related question Sarah shut it down by saying: “Robin, Beth I can imagine you are both confused and want answers. We will discuss this later.”

I got a clue of sorts when Beth in response to what Sarah said replied: “Yes Ma’am.” What the hell kind of reply was that?

As we approached the house Sarah informed us: “Beth, you and I will be staying in my house at least for now. Robin, you will remain in yours.” She was back and yet after they left the car with their luggage I was alone again sitting on my deck looking at the moon.

At about my third glass of wine I saw movement on the beach approaching my deck. It was Beth. As she came up the stairs she asked me to please not tell Sarah she came to see me. She had lied to Sarah and told her she was going for a walk on the beach.

In the next 30 minutes I learned that Beth had been with Sarah on and off for a few years and that she felt very strong dependence on Sarah. We agreed to spend more time talking at every opportunity.

The very next morning I got a visit from Sarah. She told me that I was important to her but so was Beth in very much the same way. She told me I would be moving to her cabin where the three of us would live. I remember actually saying “Yes ma’am!” All the while thinking where the fuck did that “Yes ma’am” come from.

The first day was awkward. Beth and I were dancing around the fact that we had talked and at least Beth and I were wondering what the sleeping arrangements would be in this one bedroom cabin. As the day went on it became clear that Sarah was being openly physically affectionate with both of us.

That afternoon Sarah asked me in front of Beth “Did you share yourself with others while I was away?” I hesitated. She said: “You did, I know you did.”

She was quiet for a while then stood and took my hand. She led me into the bedroom and asked Beth to follow.

She explained to us both that I had been very naughty and done a very bad thing. I thought I knew what was coming but I was wrong. She asked us what we should do about it. I was silent. Beth was silent.

Sarah looked at us both and said: “This is simple. If you want out just leave. If you stay you must never have sex outside of the three of us unless I tell you to. Understood? Agreed?”

We both said: “Yes Ma’am.”

Sarah smiled, stood and said: “I would like you both naked now. You will remain naked as long as I say.” We striped as she was speaking. When we finished she said: “Now look at each other. Do you like what you see?” We both nodded yes, and Beth said “yes ma’am!”

Sarah said: “It would please me right now to watch you make love.”

Nothing happened, no one moved. Sarah sat in the bedroom chair as we stood naked in awkward silence. No one moved, no one spoke.

Sarah waited. After a short time she asked us to casino siteleri come and stand in front of her and face each other. As I looked at Beth and remembered our conversation from only a few nights ago I felt a closeness to her I did not expect an emotional closeness. I leaned in and kissed her gently.

She responded by putting one hand on my face sort of pulling me in and putting her other hand around my back again pulling me in.

I put my arms around her and pulled her close as well. I remember her tongue between my lips asking for more and her hair smelled like coconut. It was thrilling to feel her breasts pushing into mine. I was gone. I felt Beths hand searching between my legs as we drifted to the bed. Beth was a very giving lover. She made me want to give more to surrender to her and I did. I remember the look on her face as she reached her first orgasm. I remember the musk of her taste and the wonderful curve of her bottom as my face found its way between her legs. I remember the soft strength of her thighs as they surrounded me and the feel of her feet on my back as she opened to me.

Two weeks later Sarah left us to deal with a family illness. One evening Beth and I sat on the deck and for the first time talked honestly about our current situation. We admitted to each other that we had both fallen into some form of submissive, almost slave relationship with Sarah. We also admitted that we loved it. Right or wrong it suited our needs right now.

As the conversation turned back to us Beth told me that it was not until weeks after Sarah left her that she realized how much she needed her. Beth had in fact called and begged Sarah to take her back. That explained Sarahs sudden departure from my life.

I explained that for me it was always just a game, an experiment, I could walk away from until one night Sarah inadvertently cemented the relationship. I decided to confide in Beth a deep dark secret very much knowing she could use it against me or to please me.

I took the chance and told her it all happened in a very unexpected way when Sarah decided to violate my one “off limits” thing, pain, and spanked me. I confessed that the one off limits thing, fear of pain, was the very thing that sent me to emotional places I had never been.

I told her that when Sarah spanked my butt, after only a few hits I started to have silent wave like orgasms. I confessed to her that when Sarah saw what was happening she spread my legs and slapped my labia and clit repeatedly that, once I overcame the pain, sent me into an orgasm that nearly made me pass out. I told Beth that I was telling her this because the sex I had shared with her was wonderful and I wanted it all with both her and Sarah.

She put her hand on my thigh, smiled and said: “I understand, more than you can know.”

The conversation that followed was very eye opening. Beth was younger than me but had experienced more. She confessed that she worried that her needs, taste, in sex and relationships was just “wrong”. Now she didn’t care. She confessed that she was married to a guy once who lost her in a poker game and made her fuck the guy who won. The guy was big and her husband didn’t know it but she loved that big penis forcing her open, overpowering her and stroking inside her.

As the evening wore on she took my hand and pulled me onto the beach naked for a walk. We swam nude in the warm North Carolina water and kissed and hugged in the waves. When we returned to the cabin, we washed each other in the outdoor shower dried each other and went to bed.

I remember the electricity I felt enter my nipples and travel to my clit when she pressed her breasts against mine. I remember so vividly how hard and extended her nipples became when I sucked them.

Sex was suddenly for me what it should be, loving another.

The thing I remember most about Beth was her smell, from the coconut in her hair to the warm womanly musk of her vagina, her smell was delicious, intoxicating.

One evening a few days after a long conversation and after we had made love she told me, with a sly grin on her face that she had bought us a gift. I smiled and asked: “What did you find that has you so pleased.” Beth jumped out of bed and returned with the gift. It was a small miniature canoe paddle. I smiled.

She laughed and said: “No, no, It’s not at all what you think. It is NOT a spanking paddle. It’s a famous American Indian signal paddle. You put it on my pillow or hand it to me and my hands will do the rest.” She laughed and handed it to me.

I looked at it. it read Niagra Falls in neon letters. I held it for a moment then handed it back to her, smiled and said: “Let’s try it out.”

She said: “Yes Ma’am, assume the position.” Without further explanation I got on my hands and knees on the bed and lowered my head and shoulders. Her first hit stung but was not hard. Her second hit was harder and caused the deep physical and emotional pain I craved. I moaned.

Beth did not spank me at slot oyna all like Sarah who was controlled detached and measured. Beth was forceful, demanding and eager to cause the pain I loved. I had already had one orgasm when I reached out and touched between her legs. She was soaked and the moment my fingertips touched her clit she exploded. I heard her say: “My god Robin.” Her orgasm was so intense she fell forward into me and we ended in a tangle on the bed.

If there is indeed a god he heard me scream that night.

Beth wanted and valued sex with men much more that I did. We were both Bi but her preference was in fact men, mine was women.

A week later Sarah returned. We heard the knock on the door and she entered. Sarah told us she was leaving. She explained that she had planned weeks ago to move back home permanently to deal with family issues. Sarah gave Beth a key to her cabin and told her she could use the cabin it if this “thing” with me didn’t work out. We said very little the whole time just wishing she would leave. Early the following morning we heard her car as she left.

Spring was near and we were happy. I was beginning to think a very long term relationship with Beth might be possible. I actually thought at least once about moving elsewhere and starting over with her. What I didn’t know was that Beth had met a guy on a beach walk and was seeing him every chance she could. When I found out and we talked about it she used the word love for the first time. She said: “Robin, I love you, I truly love you but I need a man in my life. Can we find a way to make this work? I don’t want to hurt you.” The guy she was fucking was married so before long her dumped her and the problem went away for a while.

Days became weeks and we settled into a life we both loved. Beth found her occasional fling and I closed my eyes and let it happen. She had a need I could not meet and I had no choice but to live with it.

As the days became weeks and weeks became months Beth asked if her daughter Bailey might join us for a while. Of course the answer was yes and Bailey, a beautiful open honest young lady joined our family. Bailey was a freshman in college. She had been living with her dad who was killed in a car crash. Bailey, now that Beth is gone is my responsibility and I see to her needs. She is in grad school in New England and has become the daughter I could never have.

I had music playing softly in the living room and Bailey and I had gone to bed. I was in the master and Bailey was in the guest room. We seemingly had exhausted our talking. We had done as she asked. Just the two of us and of course the crew on the sailboat. Under full sail we had slowly dropped Beth’s ashes over the side and returned her forever to the ocean she loved so much.

I was fine until I wasn’t. I would never again lie next to her and it was suddenly overwhelming. I was weeping uncontrollably when the door opened. It was Bailey. She entered the room and came over to the side of the bed. I stopped crying and asked her if she was ok. Bailey looked at me and said “no, I’m not ok. Mom, can I sleep with you tonight. I told her “of course Bailey but I’m naked. Just give me the tee shirt on the back of the chair.” Bailey turned and reached over for the tee shirt I mentioned then she turned back to me. She briefly held it out toward me and pulled it back. She dropped it on the floor and said “I have a better idea.” With that, she pulled her own tee shirt over her head and stood before me naked. I looked at her and said “Bailey, no, this is not right we cannot.”

She ignored me and climbed in bed beside me. She did not touch me nor did I touch her. We were both under the sheet. She started talking. Mom, my mom Beth told me you both slept naked every night because you can’t keep secrets from another woman who is with you naked. I laughed a little and told her that I was not sure that was true but Beth said it all the time. We never had secrets from each other.

Well I’m naked with you now. May I ask you questions? I said yes, anything to keep from going back to being alone with my thoughts.

Mom cheated on you a lot. Did you both cheat on each other?

I turned on my side to face her. “Bailey, in the five years we were together I never was with another woman or man, never.”

“Why do you suppose she cheated on you?

I loved your mom. To me she was not a woman or a man she was the person I loved. I needed no other. I think I was not a man and every now and then a little signal went off in your moms belly and she needed a man in her life, a man between her legs. We talked about it. I hated the fact that I could not complete her as she completed me. Every time it happened she promised it would never happen again.

Mom, were you ever in love with a man?

Yes, Bailey I was married many years ago to a man who left me when we found I could not have children. I loved him. Sex with him and other men in my life was wonderful but sex with Beth was incomparable. When canlı casino siteleri we made love we became one person for a moment understand?

“No, I have never had that feeling.”

“You will. Find the right person and you will.”

“How did you know you were bisexual? You know, liked women.”

For me it was simple. The man I was married to had us involved in what were then called swinger groups. That was when I first was with a woman. I discovered something important about me. I really believe you do not have to be in love to make love. Sex is not the same as making love. I now prefer what I have heard others call the soft side of sex, lesbian love.

Would you make love with me if I asked you to?

Bailey, you are a beautiful woman with a beautiful soul. There was a time when I would not have had to be asked twice but I am you mother now. That can never happen!

“Can I sleep here with you? Just tonight?”

“Of course.” “I reached out to hug her and the sheet slipped away.”

Her body was firm and warm. When our breasts pressed against each other I felt a need I pushed away I blocked out..

She held me for a long time with her hands wandering on my back and hips. Nothing really sexual just warm carcasses that I returned.

We awoke in the morning and showered together like kids in a gym class…no touching.

I brought Bailey to the airport on Friday and she was back at school.

My life went on, Connie and I played tennis and made love every time we could.

I met a man who was part of a local theater group and we had dinner and went to the movies. He was a little older than me, a retired Marine with many many tattoos. After a few dates he had tried nothing but a gentle good night kiss. We were in my living room when he happened to see a picture of Beth and Bailey. He picked it up and looked at it. When he looked at me he said “Beautiful women.”

He put the picture down and I volunteered. “My deceased wife Beth and our daughter Bailey.” He simply repeated “Both beautiful women.”

I asked him sarcastically “Don’t you have a single question?”

He looked at me, smiled a big goofy smile and said “Robin, this year I will turn 68. I learned a while ago that if there is a woman you really hope to someday get in bed you do not advance your cause my asking her about her deceased spouse.”

Silence for a moment… I said “I wise man indeed. I like your discretion and will consider your intentions if we can ever get past the simple good night kiss.”

He laughed and said “Yes ma’am! I’ll work on that.”

He approached me took me by the hand and led me to my own bedroom.

He closed the door and I again for the first time in several years had a man in my life, in my bed and between my legs. He was magnificent. That is a word I have not used to describe another person in a long time and yes I mean his erect penis was magnificent. He pushed my rusty oral skills to their limit and beyond. Vince is now a regular in my life.

When Bailey came home for the holiday I had Vince over for dinner and once he left she was full of questions. I told her the story of how we met and told her that no I did not see long term prospects for him. I was honest with her about both Connie and Vince and how neither knew of the other.

Bailey confessed that her life had expanded for her as well with a woman named Lauren. She told me she finally understood what I meant when I called sex with another woman the soft side of sex,

That evening after we went to bed I was feeling great. Bailey was here and my life was coming together.

Around 2:00 am I heard her in the pool. I went into the kitchen pour myself a double Jack on ice and wandered into the pool area. She was doing laps and did not see me. I sat and watched her naked form moving through the water. As she turned she at various times exposed her bum her breasts and even her bush. As Vince had said a truly beautiful woman. If she ever was Beth’s little girl, tonight she was a woman. As I sat and watched I was ashamed that I was getting wet and I started back for my bedroom. Too late! She spotted me. “Hey mom, take that robe off and join me. The water is wonderful.”

“No no baby, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh come on! I’ve seen you naked before! Get in here!”

I walked to the pool stairs dropped my frumpy old robe on a chair and climbed in. Beth came over to me and gave me a big wet hug. Her breasts were larger and firmer than I remember and I was in trouble. She kissed me. Not a Mom Daughter kiss but a real adult soft warm kiss. The kind of kiss that leads to more.

I felt in my heart that we were on the edge of the unthinkable! She was my daughter!

I pushed her away and told her the truth. “Beth you are on the edge of making me insane. I need to get out of this fucking pool NOW!”

“Oh fuck, I had called her Beth and she noticed.”

“Mom, you just called me Beth!”

I climbed out of the pool and ran to my bedroom and closed the door.

She followed me and pushed the door open. I was sitting on the edge of the now wet bed.

“Mom, it’s ok. I didn’t mean to lead you to think I wanted… I love you.”

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“The family has come together to support you both. They don’t know what Ray and I know about you, but have cast off their dislike for us to come together for you. If you want to keep your secret longer, say nothing. If you want them to know what we know, Ray and I will give you protection and support. You two make beautiful love together by the way.”

“Martha,” I began, “are you and Ray legally married?”

“Yes. That’s a later conversation. You two are coming out tonight, I take it.”

Katie stared deeply into my eyes and saw my answer, “Yes,” is all she said.

This in not the end and certainly not the beginning. Another installment of a Bad Situation will follow soon.

This is the third installment of Bad Situation. I encourage you to read the first two parts.

Katie wore a pair of dress slacks and blouse. I had on dress pants of a similar color to Katie’s. I wore a button down business shirt. We always taught to dress for family occasions and this was certainly one.

Katie and I kissed each other for support and kissed Aunt Martha for being our guide.

Aunt Martha delivered us to the waiting gathering where we appeared holdings. One of our aunts said it was so cute to see me holding Katie’s hand “giving her his love and support.”

“Well,” I slowly began, “that last line is only part of the truth.”

Katie picked up my speech, “Yes, Michael gives me his love and support and I give him mine in equal share. For the past weeks Michael and I have shared his little house as our house.”

“So sweet,” came another comment. “Its only natural that you two have each other.”

I scanned the room before opening Pandora’s Box. My gaze fell on Katie with love in my eyes announcing, “Since before the crash, Katie and I have become lovers like Ray and Martha.”

“You can mumble away about how to break us up but we are adults and have made an adult decision to be together and someday have a family.” Katie was stern and meaningful in her tone.

The room was silent there wasn’t even the rustling of clothes. Gasps echoed through the room as Katie leaned up, I down, and we tongue kissed in front of everyone. We began our retreat.

The retreat didn’t last long. Aunt Martha and Uncle Ray stopped us with an encouraging word, “May Katie and Michael have as many happy years as Martha and I enjoy.”

Some of the relatives left immediately. We were hurt but expected that. Many more, the more open side, stayed and talked to us trying to help with their presumed helpful suggestions.

The evening passed into night before Katie and I reached the relative safety of the cottage by the pond. We were emotional wrecks when we collapsed into the other’s arms.

We began kissing and having foreplay as we stripped clothing from the other. Katie’s body was exquisite this night. Her form softly accentuated by the low house lights. We fell into a 69 position and laved attention on the other.

Katie hasn’t sucked cock much but she was into it with passion. I licked in and around her labia but stayed away from her nerve filled love button. I yelled to Katie I was about to cum; she didn’t miss a beat and drank my cum for the first time. I took her clit between my lips and made Katie cum in a loud rush of her nectar.

I spun to face Katie, my cock still hard and pointing directly at her nest. We both knew what was about to happen and we greeted the other with a deep kiss while my cock slipped between the folds of Katie pussy.

Katie raised her legs high so I could get deep penetration. She was an animal pushing her hips into me getting me as deep as I could go. She orgasmed again more quickly than usual as my cock filled her.

Over the couch cushions she turned presenting her pussy and tight little ass. There was no wondering what was next and I thrust my cock hard and deep. Katie cried as we fucked, her lust was not going to be denied. We had a thundering orgasm together.

Katie and I sat on the couch in silence. We tenderly held the other’s naked body as we stared out the window. Katie broke the silence with a whisper, “Michael, can you believe what we’ve done? I’m frightened a little.”

Katie was gently stroking my cock as I felt her breasts against my side. She had every right to be afraid I was too.

“We have done what the fates planned for us, Katie. I’m nervous with the unknown but not casino siteleri nervous about how much I love and want to make love to you.”

I was not hard yet but was feeling the urge for Katie to sit on my lap. I was hard enough to start penetrating when I asked Katie to sit on me. She knew what I wanted and gave herself to me.

My cock grew harder as we made love. My hands held Katie behind her back and inched lower until I held her butt cheeks guiding her up and down my shaft. Katie’s hands were on my chest pinching and teasing my nipples.

Each movement we made was followed by a soft sigh. We held and rocked ourselves to the other’s deep contentment. We were not trying to cum; we were trying to please the other.

We kissed and fondled for many minutes as we let our bodies dictate what happened next. Our energies built to a finale that was soft and comforting rather than loud orgasm. We felt it overtake us and let it happen. Our bodies were satisfied as we made our way to bed.

Middle of the night, whatever time it was, There were strange noises near the cottage door that alarmed me until I heard, “Quiet, we want this to be a surprise.”

The next whisper came from behind me, Katie’s voice, “Open the door,” then more excited she shouted, “Party!”

The sudden glare of the porch lights and suddenly opened door startled the gather crowd to silence. We framed ourselves, in our pajamas, in the doorway. “May as well come in, you were being too loud for us to make,” Michael paused for effect, glanced at me, and knew he got mine.

“Come on, we were trying to make a sound night’s sleep. You must have been thinking something else…” I deserved the punch I got and accepted.

We quickly showed the small crowd the living room and bar area. We don’t have any alcohol since Katie isn’t old enough and it would be too tempting. There were some boos from the crowd.

Katie was more embarrassed than I so I quickly announced, “We’ll be back in 15 minutes after we straighten up a bit and dress.” I could just begin smelling joint musk rafting through the air.

Katie darted the steps with no grace seeming to forget she told me to open the doors.

“It was you who called out party after, it was you who whispered the breath before, ‘let them in’.”

“Don’t confuse the details the with facts they will always be used against you.” Katie’s voice was now playful, shower together happy, reward later happy.

We made it back to the crowd showered and refreshed and dressed as casual as they were for a family occasion. We wore our flip-flop slippers.

Most of the gathered relatives were younger cousins and even a couple once removed cousins. A couple aunts separate their husbands, a couple uncles without their wives, and Ray and Martha in the center.

The drinkers in the crowd were not happy to find our cupboard bare and were just as quick to fill it. The under 21 seem to have some instinct to stay away from even trying to sneak a sip.

As the party continued for an hour or so, more spouses, our aunts and uncles filtered in. Not all came, yet it was most who threw down their barriers even briefly.

When all the well-wishers ran out wellness to wish from, they went off to their beds. They left the cottage in somewhat good order. We went back to bed hoping for a couple hours sleep.

We were left alone until near noon. Surprisingly, we left each other alone accept for the occasional hug and fondle or kiss and grope. The crowd at the door this time was a small contingent of aunts and uncles who may not have agreed with our choice but were more tolerant or accepting.

They wanted to give us a wedding gift, “just the same as Ray and Martha received.” It was the lawyer of the family, Uncle Edward, speaking.

You are to receive equal sums of land, 100 acres each, adjoining each other, abounded…” we weren’t listening to all the legal talk. We just received 200 acres of adjoining land. “… This land to be administered until Katie reaches age 19. Since Michael and Katie are of legal age, this land transfers to them free and clear.”

When all craziness died and Katie and I looked at the platted adjoining 100 acres each, we discovered the land is this that we were standing on, the cottage and pond and wooded areas and farmable land.

We had many decisions to make.

The estate land was much further slot oyna than our near city property to school and work. However, it seemed we spent more time at the cottage than in town. We put the town property up for sale and sold it fast.

My work evolved into telecommuting and having office hours on Monday for staff meetings. My productivity was up leaving me ahead and able to take a mid week day off.

One afternoon Katie was home with no classes or work and that gave us some ideas for spending the time together. Katie began by teasing and tickling me that quickly evolved to fondling.

Katie’s breasts are firm coming to swollen points when she is really turned on; it looked as though she was getting turned on. The scent of her musk flowed to my nose; I went in for the taste. Katie immediately shivered and moaned as I locked my lips around her tiny bud. She jerked and moaned repeatedly until I moved from her clit to probe her pussy with my tongue. She tasted fresh but musky and wanting.

Katie struggled to undress me she wanted me in her and couldn’t wait. She barely got my cock exposed when she pounced on it impaling herself fully. Katie had a quick cum she was so worked up. I wondered what had her rocking so hard, I asked.

Katie didn’t miss a stroke as she answered, “I love my brother so much.”

There had to be something else, it wasn’t our six-month anniversary. “There has to be something else,” I panted as Katie plunged down hard.

“Oh, Michael, fuck! I’m cumming again!” Katie went into a long chant of cries and moans until going rigid for a couple seconds followed by her release of heavy pussy cream.

Still waiting for her answer, Katie came down from her orgasmic high. She was still riding me trying to get another cum. Katie is always fresh and willing, yet now all she wants is another cum.

Her next orgasm came swiftly and almost as hard. Katie panted heavily as she recovered.

“Today is special, Michael. It is one year since I decided to make you my lover. I want you to have everything I wanted to give you then.”

Katie showed no intention to slow down; I knew I would cum with her. She was going crazy with multiple orgasms and at the height of one I spewed my load. Katie felt my cum in her and she slowed immediately. As hard as she tried, she could not retain her load and mine. Her grip relaxed and she gushed our cum concoction.

Katie wasn’t finished as she rolled onto her back with her pussy over the edge of the couch cushion. I hadn’t gone completely limp and mounted Katie. I knew I would be hard and primed soon.

Katie matched me stroke for stroke as she blew my mind with another screaming orgasm. Never had I known her to be this excited except the one time we had our mental and physical union. Were we on that level this afternoon?

Katie was famished and insatiable as she grasped the cushions pushing to meet my thrust. How many more times will she cum before she calms down. Her next cries filled the room with lust driven passion.

Katie turned presenting to me in doggy. “Fuck me Michael.”

I wedged my cock in the valley of wet womanhood as Katie sigh and moaned loudly. Katie began gripping me with all the strength her vaginal muscles had. As Katie had another full on orgasm, I had mine as well.

Katie seemed only temporarily satisfied. The coy smile on her face and the way she moved her hips made me believe she wanted a lot more.

“Michael,” Katie breathed softly, “that was nice.”

The view of my naked sister stretched out on the couch after a fresh fuck was enough for me to feel a new growth rising. When I leaned in to kiss Katie, she felt me rising as well. We nestled with me on my knees between Katie’s legs, my cock wedged against her red swollen mound.

The heat building between us broke into a firestorm as we kissed, fondled, and embraced. When I was hard again, Katie guided me to her. She must have been very sore as pain registered on her face as I first entered. We moved slowly, almost no movement at all. Just the feeling of Katie’s body touching mine was enough. We were being purposeful in our lovemaking.

For many long pleasurable minutes we made love. This time was not for orgasm but for intimacy and when I did cum, Katie didn’t. Still, her face shone with satisfaction as I withdrew from her. It was time for a warm soaking in a tub of hot water.

We canlı casino siteleri lazed in the hot water partly soaking, partly washing, and mostly enjoying holding the other. When it happens on a rare weekday afternoon, all the better.

Katie and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening getting caught up with household chores and walking around the property we received. We talked about pipe dreams, made plans we would never complete, and, in the end, we decided to talk to Aunt Martha and Uncle Ray about their marriage and how they accomplished it. The first lightening bugs of the evening began twinkling around us as we arrived back at our cottage.

With work and school back on the schedule, we decided to wait until the weekend to discuss marriage with Ray and Martha. We set it up with them.

The weekend arrived with Saturday morning coffee overlooking our little pond. Ray and Martha came as expected and we ate breakfast together.

Aunt Martha and Uncle Ray left us with folders of the case they presented to them state court containing proof of their eligibility to marry. Theirs was not a groundbreaking case although proved that laws as written did not forbid sibling marriage. They gave us the name of the lawyer they used in case we were not allowed to apply for a marriage license.

The depth of Katie’s desire became clear when she asked, “Why don’t you have children?”

Both Martha and Ray looked at us with pain in their eyes and it was Ray who answered. “We wanted to have a brood; I’m firing blanks.”

Martha continued, “We planned to adopt but the sibling thing got in our way. You two should get tested if you want children. Find out now.”

Ray concluded, “We would be happy to be stand in grandparents.”

Our Saturday morning evolved into afternoon. Ray and Martha went off to take care of errands they wanted to complete leaving Katie and I to ourselves. Our little pond beckoned us for a swim and the grassy slope of a beach was a comfortable place to spend time making love.

We knew that a wedding would be a simple Justice of the Peace affair with our witnesses, Ray and Martha, a small contingent of family, and a couple friends. The selected date arrived with Katie and I behaving something like traditional brides and grooms, remaining separate until seeing the other on the deck of our cottage.

In the recent two months, Katie had been careful about having sex on certain days. I was unaware she had stopped birth control and presumed that avoiding sex was some form of prenuptial thing. I should have guessed something was up when her periods were worse than past.

Our wedding was simple, informal, no tux or flowing white wedding dress. Katie wore a simple dress of all natural materials. The material was soft flowing, cool and comfortable. I wore a similar fabric pant and shirt.

The Justice of the Peace was centered between us, Ray and Martha stood behind as witnesses, and our few family and friends surrounded us as we recited our personal promises.

“Katie and Michael, turn to face your gathered witnesses,” the justice spoke.

We turned to face the assembled troop and heard the justice make the final pronouncement, “You are now husband and wife.”

Katie and I turned facing each other for our first married kiss. As our lips got closer, Katie mouthed a soft, “Tonight I get pregnant,” as her lips touched mine giving me no chance to reply.

It was not a chaste kiss either; Katie put all her energy into the kiss as she accentuated it by pressing her hips into mine. All I thought about was her, “Tonight I get pregnant.”

Wedding parties are wedding parties and our family and friends spent the afternoon and early evening eating, drinking, and celebrating. By about 10:00 in the evening, the crowd dwindled to just Ray and Martha.

When they left, Katie and I were alone. “Michael, have you figured it out?”

I think I had it figured out, “You went off the pill and tonight is prime time to fill you with some with my cum. I wonder what you’ll look like in nine months.”

“Big, fat, and pregnant.”

Katie achieved her goal, my cum filled her and made a baby. Our lives changed. Ray and Martha fulfilled their pledge of being grandparents to their great-nephew.

Looking back on events of the past couple years, Katie and I realized that a bad situation can change two people in many ways. Sometimes the result drives people apart and destroys families. Sometimes, it unites.

The future of Katie and Michael is now in the minds and imaginations of you the readers.

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Angela Gordon was awakened by the doorbell followed by loud thumps on the door. She was lying on the couch in her night gown. She had finally fallen asleep after restless hours in her bed and in her living room watching TV.

She looked out and saw Bobbie pounding on her door. She was glad Jackie had moved out and wouldn’t see what she was sure Bobbie was going to make her do. She opened the door.

“About time.”

“Sorry.”

“Did you get your bush trimmed?”

Bobbie brushed by her and entered the living room. Angela shut and locked the door.

“Yes.”

“Well let me see.”

Angela lifted her gown and lowered her panties.

“No, take all that stuff off.”

Bobbie seated herself on the couch as Angela undressed.

“You are so cute in the buff. Come here and let me get a close look.”

Angela walked over to her. Bobbie pulled her down on her lap then tumbled her over on her back. She spread Angela’s legs and slid between and gave her crotch a close inspection.

“They did a good job. We’ll keep it this way.”

She slipped a finger in Angela’s vagina then held it to her nose.

“Dammit, Mrs. Gordon, it stinks like crazy. I can see I’m going to have to give you some lessons.”

“I’m sorry, Bobbie, I didn’t know you were coming this morning. You caught me before my morning shower.”

“That’s no excuse. You should never let it get like this. I’m going to have to punish you. Lay across my knees. I’m going to beat your ass.”

Angela thought…Has it come to this? Am I going to lay over her knees and let her spank me like a child? I’m at least fifteen casino oyna years older than her. I was a married woman when she was in grade school. She realized she was excited and actually wanted this humiliation. She couldn’t resist. She got across Bobbie’s knees and stared at the carpet. Bobbie lightly patted her ass cheeks…then WHACK!!!

“Whenever you pee, wash it.” WHACK!!!

“Whenever you take a dump, wash your asshole.” WHACK!!!

“Even a juicy fart. Wash it.” Whack!!!

“Wear nothing over your cunt but white cotton.” Whack!!!

“No FDS or anything like that, soap.” WHACK!!!

“Use lotion or vaseline to keep them soft.” WHACK!!!

“Have you got that?” Whack!!!

“Yes, Bobbie.”

“And that’s another thing, quit calling me Bobbie. Say ma’am or call me Miss Stone.” WHACK!!!

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, now I’m going to give you a bath and show you how to keep yourself clean. Let’s go.” WHACK!!!

The bath was pretty much a repeat of the last one, complete with soapy thumb in Angela”s asshole. This time however she spent a lot of time instructing Angela in Bobbie’s ideas of feminine hygiene. By the time she was drying Angela with a towel she had softened considerably.

“I’ve been thinking about what we call each other. You’ve got your instructions on what to call me. I can’t go on calling you Mrs. Gordon. It doesn’t reflect our relative standing. When I was a little girl I had a bunny rabbit. I loved that rabbit. It was soft and cuddly…lovable, just like you. I’m going to do you the honor of naming you after that bunny. From now on your name is Fluffy. Is that okay, Fluffy?”

“Yes slot oyna ma’am.”

“Good, now let’s get you dressed. You’re going to get your hiney branded.”

She dressed Angela in a light pullover with no bra, knee length skirt with no panties and sandals. She stuffed an old pair of Angela’s panties in her pocket.

“Now don’t embarrass me in front of these people. Behave. Do what I tell you. Don’t argue or even question anything. Don’t speak unless I give you permission. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, good, let’s go.”

Bobbie drove in her car. On the way there she had Angela sit close and reached down between her legs and played with Angela’s pussy. Angela got wet but Bobbie wouldn’t bring her to climax. She just kept her in a state of sexual arousal.

They stopped in front of an old house in need of paint in a working-class neighborhood. A stocky tatooed man in his forties let them in.

“Okay Mike, you know what we want. This is Fluffy.”

At that, there was a snort and a woman’s voice said, “Fluffy…you’re kiddin!”

A stout, hard looking blonde entered the room.

“This is Betty, my old lady.”

“No, Betty, I’m not kidding this is my Fluffy.”

“And does your Fluffy know what she’s gettin tatooed on her ass today?”

“No, she wants to be surprised.”

“I’ll bet. Can she talk?”

“Sure. Fluffy ask Betty if she wants to lick your cunt.”

“Do you want to lick my pussy?”

Betty glowered but Mike laughed.

“If you let her at her pussy, you’re liable to lose her.”

“Well if they’re both good girls I might let her do it canlı casino siteleri as a reward for both of them. But let’s get started. Fluffy, strip.”

Mike put a cushion on a stool and had Angela lay across it. He got his stuff and sat down behind her.

“Relax your cheeks, Fluffy. That’s good.”

Betty said, “Someone’s been playin with Fluffy’s cunt. Smell that?”

Mike laughed. “Smell’s pretty good to me.”

“It would.”

It took quite a while. Whenever Betty and Bobbie were distracted, Mike would play with the ass and pussy spread out before him. He would rub her clitoris or stick a finger or two in Angela’s vagina. He would place the pad of a finger against her asshole and have Angela flex her sphincter and laugh.

His wife would ask, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh I just thought of something funny.”

“You’re having entirely too much fun.”

Mike replied, “Be good and you might have some fun too.”

When it was done Bobbie decided they had been “good girls” and let Betty have access to Angela’s pussy. She acted reluctant but she positioned Angela on her back on the the kitchen table, seating herself on a kitchen chair and getting between her spread legs she licked her crotch eagerly. When Bobbie started talking about going, she moved down to Angela’s anus and reamed her out. Angela had orgasm after orgasm. Betty licked up her juices like a champ.

After Angela was dressed, wearing her old panties this time, Betty asked, “Did you get your money?”

“Yep.”

Betty said, “Good.”

Turning to Angela she said, “You got a picture of a bunny on your ass. And below it, it say’s “Roberta’s Fluffy.”

Now she had that silly name engraved on her buttocks and put in a way that made her sound like Bobbie’s pet dog. What next?

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Bad Deal Part Two

The Sole Witness to the Transformation

Hello and welcome to the second of my autobiographical accounts of the most exceptional and spectacular experience in my admittedly jaded, younger sex life – namely witnessing the paternal, incestuous affair obsessively sought by my longtime bi girlfriend. This narrative essentially picks up where the first left off, as these initial happenings were the most shocking and intense, at least to me, a rare spectator to something that usually never escapes a family’s sphere of secrecy. These events of over ten years ago are reported as accurately as memory serves. Those in search of a tale of young, large-breasted women are forewarned, both female participants are petite and were over thirty at the time. There is sado-masochism and urine play, so please proceed according to your own tastes.

At The Beach House – Naked And On Our Knees

I didn’t think I had ever seen someone want it so much. Catching my breath and trying to distract myself from the unsatisfied, simmering, inverted cauldron between my legs and the stinging, recently flogged warmth of my breasts and ass, I looked into her reddened, inflamed eyes. What possessed pathologically dominant Vanessa to find such joy in submitting to her father? Her original aspirations of having her Papa’s stiffened penis at her beckon call – what she ultimately expected from all the men she bedded – had been squelched during their emotional phone conversations over the past couple weeks. Simply stated, if she wanted to be one of Tony’s ‘girlfriends’, she would never be dominant, and there was no guarantee of any ‘vanilla’ fucking. His use of her mouth and genitals would be where and when he dictated and she would be treated as sweetly or as harshly as he desired, just like all the other ‘skanks’ – his term. Otherwise, Tony refused his daughter’s pleas for sex. Vanessa and I were now part of his harem – an assortment of women ranging from frustrated, divorced soccer moms to extensively tattooed biker girls to nymphomaniac fifty-somethings.

After watching Vanessa being fucked hard – there is no loving description to be placed here – by her father for the last several minutes, it had become my belief that the most gratifying subject a dominant can have is another dominant – one with a weakness. One who does not masochistically desire to be face slapped and flogged with a belt as foreplay, but consents for some compromising reason. Vanessa’s Achilles heel was her sick – I could never do it with my dad – obsession for sex with her father, at any cost, including her comfort, dignity and the satisfaction of her own sadistic cravings. She was not in charge, whipping and urinating on me or reaming out her ex-husband’s rectum with a strap-on; she was now on the receiving end of her father’s unpredictable wrath, an ironic twist, to say the least.

In the fully lit bedroom, my brunette lover’s emerald eyes, the ones that had captivated me for years, were expelling tears of both pain and ecstasy. The gray, cosmetic-tinted droplets were not gently cascading down her tanned cheeks, however. They were being flung into the air by the motions of her head as she was slammed from behind violently in an animalistic, canine-style fuck on the thumping bed. Despite her Papa’s physical and verbal abuse, her strained, gasping vocal responses were ones of phallic worship and gratitude.

I was kneeling on the floor, holding her forearms and facing her while she cowered on the sheets, trembling. Her breasts were once the primary weapon of her perverted, youthful campaign to tempt her Papa into this very act. Now they were being ignored, reduced to simply another part of her anatomy, just a pair of hanging female teats on a mating quadruped, jolting with the rhythmic shockwaves her body was enduring. Vanessa gripped my wrists with her manicured orange nails. They dug into my skin as grinning Tony – the same devious grin his daughter inherited – sweaty and cursing, a temperamental but caring father that had spoiled Vanessa all her life, now at her behest, was tightly gripping the flesh of her hips and fucking the hell out of her again. Despite Vanessa’s physical distress, in between the vulgar dialogue and nearly constant drumbeat of her grunts, she smiled at me through her tears.

Earlier That Day

It had been a wonderful, sunny, hot afternoon. After lunch, we sat out on the beach as the rest of the world continued around us, unaware of the shocking, intimate secret the three of us held within. That first, explosive act of incest weeks ago maintained a real sense of permanence, like a second loss of virginity or a change in citizenship, and was now amplified by its agreed upon escalation. As Tony’ cigar smoke wafted past us in the breeze, our conversation was minimal. Things were still awkward, despite my two companions’ seemingly cavalier attitude toward their bizarre new relationship. As I reclined in the sun, my semi-conscious brain kept entertaining idiotic notions of television news reporters having discovered the scandalous arrangement, ‘crimes against nature’, as the legal code referred to them, casino siteleri and suddenly accosting us as a small crowd gathered.

“Tony? I’m Marsha Jones, Action News. Is it true that you had sex with your own daughter several weeks ago and plan to violate her, Vatican law, and state statutes again tonight and probably several times a year for the rest of your lives?”

“Yeah, Marsha, she wouldn’t shut up about it, and even got her little friend ovah there to harass me, so decided I to let her have it, and how,” Tony said, pounding his fist into his opposite palm. “I guess the houses, cars and trust fund weren’t enough for my bubble butt princess, so I’m gonna bruise her slippery snatch again this weekend, and pummel her little friend’s hole, too.” He audibly pounded his fist once more.

“So Vanessa, did you enjoy the oral sex you performed just hours ago? Can you tell our viewers what it’s like to have your father’s erect penis in your mouth?”

“Oh Miss Jones, it was just heavenly! I’ve fantasized about it ever since I first heard what a ‘blowjob’ was from the older kids at school. It was worth waiting almost twenty years!” A giggling Vanessa said. My imagination had suddenly placed her back in a bare-midriff cheering uniform and pompoms, with her braces making a return appearance. She then did a panty-free toe touch jump for the cameraman, who had an instant boner in his pants.

The reporter – a real network journalist, but Marsha Jones was not her actual name – blonde and gorgeous in a red, short-skirted business suit, then turned her cleavage and microphone toward me.

“Claire, is it true that this is something you’ve wished for her since your girlfriend’s first confessions to you that she wanted a good old fashioned fatherly fuck? Is it a fact that Tony blames Vanessa’s mother’s ‘hillbilly’ roots for this obsession?”

“Well, yes Marsha,” I slid my out-of-style Ray-Bans onto the top of my head and spoke into the mike, ” and her mom is from the mountains, so…”

I realized how stupid this inane imaginary scenario was. A yank on my arm from Vanessa suddenly jolted me back to reality.

“Wake up sleeping beauty! Let’s jump in the ocean!”

We walked hand-in-hand – no one notices when two women do it – over the rough sand into the roaring, reflective green and white surf. Its waves were chilling and forbidding at first, but we sliced our way in and it gradually caressed us calmly as we stood in chest high water, briefly weightless as its swells passed through. It was here that my girlfriend, her stunning face glistening in the sun, related a summary of her discussions with her father, akin to a pact with the devil. She admitted to being happier than she had been in years, but never being quite so apprehensive in her life. The princess who could have practically anything was now getting it all, including the privilege of extracting the king’s seed. Also creeping into her consciousness, was the doubt and fear most of us commoners experience when doing something we know we shouldn’t be. I advised her it was called ‘guilt’, a somewhat foreign term for her. I could have warned Vanessa that fucking her father would eat away at her soul on some level, but she wouldn’t have listened, she wanted it so much.

Eventually we made our way out of the comforting normalcy of the Atlantic. I had worn a family friendly, one-piece tropical patterned suit, due to my earlier misconception about the nature of the weekend. Despite compliments, I felt matronly compared to gorgeous Vanessa in her latest ‘illegal’ purple thong bikini, the top of which was fairly transparent when wet. Needless to say it showcased her nipples, conspicuous temptations that belonged on much larger breasts, we always joked. Several heads turned, all to survey my girlfriend, fore and aft, as she exited the water. She loved the attention, as usual, and it was hard to believe she was the mother of two.

I’m sure Tony enjoyed the view of the feminine results of his gene pool as well, but he had been involuntarily looking at his exhibitionist daughter’s bare body for quite some time now, having found it impossible to keep her covered up at home years ago. I can only imagine his mental conflicts and blood pressure increase as a teenaged Vanessa paraded around the house braless and leaning forward frequently in a short, thin pajama tank top and panties, intentionally untrimmed pubic hair projecting from beneath the borders – at least that’s what she claimed she had done – whenever her mother was away. Summers – I was witness to some of these – and his daughter’s poolside experiments with wet, sticky, t-shirts, sleeves and sides hacked away, as substitutes for bikini tops must have been especially wrenching for her Papa.

An apartment of her own, a boyfriend, a shotgun wedding and the birth of her son, may have quickly rendered her incestuous urges for her father dormant. Also, another lover, kept secret at the time, may have directed Vanessa’s focus elsewhere, to other forbidden pleasures. Back then Tony wasn’t yet aware that his daughter was bisexual, and her ex-roommate, the somewhat strange but flirtatious slot oyna girl Claire, had fallen hard for Vanessa. Despite her marital status, the two young women were routinely sneaking off, devouring and assaulting each other’s pussies.

By the time the bisexual love had been revealed and I had moved in with her at newly-divorced Papa’s giant house in our mid-twenties, poolside topless or naked sunbathing and even jet skiing on the small, secluded lake was commonplace, when her child was away with her ex, of course. Vanessa and I were sometimes joined in the sun by swim-trunked Tony – not wanting to tempt – and one of his girlfriends du jour. The visiting women were surprised, but usually became naked themselves and didn’t take offense to the casual, ‘European’ attitude the family must have held toward female nudity – what other reason could there be for an adult daughter to be completely bare in front of her father for hours at a time?

Gradually Vanessa made the reluctant transition from wild orgy girl to soccer mom. However, as she neared thirty, she found that her incestuous obsession had resurfaced, the only forbidden vine from which she had not yet sampled the fruit. Emancipated by her second divorce from Marco, the princess was again free to pursue the king’s treasures.

That Night at the Beach House

There is not much to say about a suspenseful, romantic evening here. It was a given that there would be some serious fucking before the sun rose again, and everyone knew it at the restaurant. Still, we all acted as our former selves – the people that existed when the incest was just a warped fantasy to Vanessa , and a burden, or maybe an unprofessed dark desire of her father’s. I pretended I didn’t see him orgasm into her throat before lunch, and I hadn’t been at the fringes of the mattress, intently watching him angrily violate her that first time weeks ago. This dinner was just a normal meal with father, daughter, and daughter’s best friend.

It was maybe three drinks after our arrival back at the house. My girlfriend and I basically pounced on her Papa after some dirty girl-girl dancing, tongue kissing, and body fondling as he watched from the sofa. I was wearing my same tube-top sundress, perked up with some of my girlfriend’s jewelry, since I basically brought an abbreviated wardrobe more suitable for fast food than nice restaurants.

As he watched his daughter wriggle her tight sexy dress up and off over her shoulders, I knelt between his hairy calves. In quite the mood to hostess an erection, I unbuckled, unzipped and yanked on Tony’s shorts and boxers until I could wet my lips and hungrily fellate his scrumptious, swollen tool for the first time. As I joyfully enveloped his wide shaft I caressed his furry nuts, grateful for the chance to help relieve him of a portion of the salty liquid seemingly weighting them down.

Meanwhile Vanessa had instantly abandoned her lacy yellow panties, hopped on the couch, straddled and stood above my slurping, pumping head. She faced away from her father as he grabbed her upper thighs with a slap. She bent forward, backed her rump into his nose and began to grind her fully shaved vulva around on his face. The stocky, muscular, hairy man was rock hard as he celebrated his first taste of his daughter’s pussy. At several points he grasped her thighs or bra between the cups as a handle and halted her motion, seemingly trying to reach her fallopian tubes with his tongue as he noisily jammed it deep within. Vanessa’s eyes met mine occasionally as I looked up at the end of an ascent of her father’s dick and she gasped with pleasure from his efficient pelvic exploration; my lover never looked happier.

Despite my best, humming efforts at wringing and vacuuming Tony’s erection with my hands, lips and tongue, after several minutes he grew impatient and extricated himself from beneath us, standing up. I immediately missed the sovereignty of his solid dick in my mouth. As I leaned back, the wagging crimson Cyclops glistened with my saliva in the room lights, teasing me several inches from my lips, and only a couple feet from my pussy, which had already begun its screaming at me.

Tony leaned down and slid a thumb and forefinger inside the front shirring of my dress and yanked harshly on one of my nipples and ordered my clothes off. He left my pale breast peeking out, as if it was a rejected item on a store shelf. “When did you get to be such a prude?” he said, not pleased that I was still dressed like a Sunday school teacher on vacation. He began sliding his belt off through the loops of his unfastened Bermuda shorts. “Front bedroom,” he commanded – this was getting good.

I remained kneeling and tugged the dress upward, exposing my late summer, tan-lined body – fully naked opportunities in the sun were a rare luxury by now – rendering me in panties only. I had switched to plain gray cotton briefs, small in size but utilitarian, incorrectly thinking I would get the opportunity to remove them before they were seen.

“Sexy,” Tony said sarcastically. His lower face wore the sheen of his daughter’s juices amidst his heavy five o’clock shadow canlı casino siteleri as he turned and walked away.

Watching his beautifully hair-covered ass but sulking like a scolded dog, I leaned on one hip and slipped the panties and my platform espadrilles off, realizing I had to ‘up my game’ with Tony – Vanessa or no Vanessa. This was no lonely young enlisted man I met on a plane or ex-boyfriend stopping by for a quickie. Tony had fucked – and would continue to – many women younger and much more beautiful than me. It was time to display a little attitude and get, well, nasty. I grabbed my nearby purse, checked my hair, touched up my makeup and reapplied my lipstick quickly. I held the ice-filled metal cocktail shaker alternately against my nipples, as they picked tonight to suddenly become shy.

I heard my girlfriend pissing out her martinis in the bathroom as I strutted confidently into the bedroom naked and there he stood, erect, holding the belt, wearing only his Izod shirt. I love a man with no pants on – naked, shirtless or trousers around the ankles can have other meanings. No pants to me means one general thing, that a man has imminent plans to use his cock.

Still, to his surprise, I resisted the siren call of his enticingly full and rugged, dancing member. Trying to increase my stock as it was, I childishly stuck my tongue out at him – there was no way he would have taken a seductive look seriously – then circled around and knelt behind him. I clutched his forested ass cheeks and parted them aggressively, then performed an oral act known more for its degrading nature than the pleasure it gives. Tony moaned, leaned forward and chuckled a little as I probed his salty orifice. His fingers entwined in and pulled on my hair once again, and soon my tongue was making a repeating circuit from his lower back to his hanging nuts. All the while his vulgar insults and my concurring admissions joined with the graceful orchestral music now drifting into the air from the house’s sound system.

“Are you going to use to use that belt?” I managed to inquire sassily in between trips , my . “Or are you going to stand there…” I performed another lick, “…playing with it while I finger your ass?”

Tony pulled away and my left cheek instantly stung with a slap. It was a stronger reaction than I expected, but my comment, implying he liked things in his butt, was essentially an insult and got his attention. He was still nice and hard, I noticed as I looked up at his smoldering brown eyes, now facing me. “C’mon, I bet you like it. Just one finger?” I wiggled my middle digit in mid air, approaching his butt between his thighs. He smacked me again.

Face throbbing after the instigated second slap, I was commanded to shut up, arise and bend over the bed. Vanessa, now completely naked and laughing at my remarks, had returned at some point during the rim job, and was now reaching over and happily stroking her Papa’s dick. The father-daughter team then endeavored to increase the dial on my vagina to broil as they conspired to lash my vulnerable ass. The breathtaking dozen or so strokes – I couldn’t tell who was actually in command of the belt – followed my lover’s trademark style, un-foretold in quantity, deliciously unannounced and random in both timing and intensity. I squirmed and whimpered with the creation of each stinging welt. Panting with my jaw unattractively held open, my body pulsing with endorphins, I tried to stand erect with my hands clasped behind my head when prompted for the inevitable next phase, the sacrifice of my geometrically pale breast flesh. However, Tony insisted on having me span the mattress side to side on my back, with my head hanging way off the edge. It was more extreme than even the venerable inverted blowjob position, but my tits did project outward in similar fashion to being suspended head down from my ankles. Up on the bed immediately above my hurting ass, I felt my vagina gush with anticipation of the momentary agony. Finally the nerve endings in my heaving breasts registered the burn of his lashes to my ribcage. I exclaimed more loudly when a nipple was seared by the arriving belt. To put it mildly, I was now ready to fuck anything – his dick, her fist, a zucchini, a bedpost – just give me something to stuff it with.

Without fanfare I was ordered up onto all fours, As I crawled into place on the bed, I pathetically begged for his cock. Thankfully this bull of a man wasted little time roughly grabbing my hips and plunging into my heated, welcoming wet cunt. I usually don’t refer to it in such a manner, but that was the way I felt about it at such moments, a damned receptacle, wailing for attention. How could a body part be so needy? I gasped and moaned with compliments and pleasure while Tony’s forcefully pumping, luscious girth – my first time with him – began to satiate me. I would have loved for Vanessa to crawl beneath my face for kisses or to spread her thighs, but my mouth was occupied, confirming his unflattering statements about my disreputable, two dollar-per-patron sexual history and lack of hygiene. None of it was true, but I would have admitted to anything to keep him pounding me. Sadly, it did not last long. Apparently it had been just a quick, five minute, cock-moistening opening bout for Tony’s main event – fucking the hell out of his beautiful offspring.

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The next morning I woke up with Kyle curled up against my side. I was glad I took the time with him. Our nightly conversations had shown me a lot of his soul, and I was very attracted to him. It went further than the good body that had first interested me. Sometimes you can cruise a guy online and it’s just for a night, or a couple of times. Enjoy the body, then go on to the next one. I wanted Kyle deeper. I didn’t regret all the time I had invested in him one bit. I knew he was much more comfortable with me than if I had rushed things. That would keep him bound to me more than the strongest ropes.

I lay there lost in my thoughts until Kyle stirred, snuggling closer to me. “Mmmm. Good morning, Master.” He paused. “That feels weird. But I … I like it.”

“It is a lot to take in. Did you sleep well?”

“Like a log. Better than in quite a while.” Kyle’s hand was lazily moving over my chest and abs.

When it moved down towards my waist, I said “Go ahead, just slowly, easy. We have all the time in the world.” He didn’t say anything, but he started to massage my cock softly. It stirred. I let him feel me a while, his eyes on my equipment. I wanted him to know my stuff better than his own.

“We’re not going to go too fast boy. But I will be giving you instructions, and I will expect you to do as I tell you.” I felt his cock poke against my leg, he was excited by the prospect.

“What will you do if I fail?” Kyle asked. His voice had timidness and teasing in it.

“You’ll have to be punished. If you’re going to be my boy, you will have to obey. I am the one in control. I will decide what correction you get. And if you deserve them, what rewards you get.” His cock got even harder on my leg. “Pay a little more attention to my balls.”

Kyle attended to my balls some as I stroked his back, both of us laying in silence a bit. His voice small, he asked “What kind of punishments?”

“Hmmm. That will depend. It’s not like you’ll get 10 spanks for each infraction.” Kyle’s cock jumped at the mention of spanking, which is exactly why I did it. “Sometimes it will be something else. Trying to get out of punishment will be very very unpleasant for you.”

“I’ll be a good boy.”

“I know you’ll do your best.” I kissed the top of his head. We got onto wandering conversation after that. We had a lot of topics we had covered before we physically met, so we fell into talking. All the time he kept up his duty on my junk. This was so much better than just watching him over a cam. The morning wore on, and I decided it was time for breakfast. I took him to the shower, and we did that together. He washed me, and I returned the favor. We dried off, put on shorts and headed to the kitchen. I sat him on one of the stools while I fixed breakfast. This is the only meal I like making. Eggs, toast, bacon. I sat across from him and we ate. He complimented my skills. Then we finished up. “Now, boy, you need to clean up. Do the dishes by hand this time.” I got up and headed to the sofa in the living room. I caught a glimpse of his face, an incredulous look. He had a hint of rebellion. But he started on cleaning up the mess I had made.

From my vantage point, I could discreetly watch him. He didn’t like the order I’d given him. He was struggling internally. But he did it. This was different from a sexual command. It was work. Granted not arduous, but actual work. When he was finished he came to join me. I wrapped him in my arms and kissed him, a kiss he gladly returned. My cock was rising. “We need to get back to the bed. I need a blow job.”

“Yes, Master.” Kyle had a smile on his face. He was seeing this as a reward for following orders. I lay myself on the bed after dropping my shorts. He shucked his shorts as well and crawled between my legs.

His lips were warm on my dick head. He left them there a bit, massaging it. I knew I was leaking some precum. Well, that was a taste he would become very familiar with. He began to suck down my shaft. It was great watching his lips stretch to wrap around all the girth I had. It took effort for him. Well, I never said being my boy would be easy. I liked that he needed to concentrate, this wouldn’t be a simple blow.

He did have a talented throat, and apparently no gag reflex. “Balls.” I said. Kyle was going to have to learn how I like my dick sucked. I don’t like lazy, I want the guy servicing me to work on it, to keep the balls involved. Not just up and down and a bit of suction. He was going at it full on. He had just needed to add in some ballwork, now he was. Kyle’s mouth moved from my pole to work on licking my nuts. Wisely, his hand began to stroke my cock.

He tried to get a ball in his mouth. He managed it, but there was no way he was getting both in. He made the attempt, carefully, since he didn’t want to put me off. He switched which of my nuts was in his mouth while using his hand on my shaft. Good, he was working everything. It was always amusing to watch a talented casino oyna cocksucker have trouble with the size of my equipment. I could lay back and have him work on me almost literally all day.

Kyle switched back to sucking my dick, fondling my balls. He took it easy for a while enjoying, as I did, the sensations. He must have decided it was time to get me to cum because he put some speed into it. Last night, I was so excited to finally have him in my bed that I had to work to keep myself under control. Most of that newness had worn off. I was still excited just by having him, but it wasn’t threatening to make me lose it. I could keep my sperm in and enjoy a long servicing. Not all the newness was gone, so it took more effort on my part than a normal hook-up. I did like this boy. He got tired, I could hear his breathing get heavier, and he went back to licking my balls. I could see the expression of puzzlement on his face. Probably no one had ever been able to hold back when he went full out on them before. He had a right to be puzzled, as I had to exert some effort to not only keep myself from shooting, but to keep from revealing the effort I was making not to.

He didn’t just stick a dick in his mouth and go up and down, the lips moved, the tongue moved. His face shifted around. He sucked cock like it was a profession. I’d had some talented cocksuckers in my day, some really talented cocksuckers, but Kyle had them all beat. Damn, if I had gone for just a quick shag on the boy, his mouth may have changed my mind.

Kyle had caught his breath and gone back to work on my pole. His undulating lips were going all the way up and down my inches, and he kept that up for quite a while, all the time working his tongue and keeping my balls going. I just lay there with my hands behind my head, watching him or just gazing at the ceiling in pleasure. Ahh, he was speeding up again. The mattress was bouncing as he really worked it. Control. Keep control. I stayed bottled up, but I knew I was putting out precum at a respectable rate.

I could really hear his breathing when he gave up and went back to licking my balls, his hot breath giving me added pleasure in my orbs. Naturally, his frustration was a great aphrodisiac. He rested a bit longer this time.

I love having a boner with a guy working it. Makes everything right in the world. Kyle licked up my cock. Getting to the head, he licked small over it, then big, really putting contact on it with his tongue. Oooo, he was swirling around it. That’s always been my favorite move, even if I never tell anyone. Then he started to take it all in his mouth, bit by bit, as he got more and more in. It wasn’t too long before he was back to deepthroating. Nice combination, the talent of his mouth and the ability to get a big cock all the way in. Some deepthroaters think just being able to swallow the whole thing is enough. It’s not. If you have a cock in your mouth, work it. If I wanted just a hole, I’d face fuck you. If I’m letting you blow me, remember it’s an honor and show me some appreciation.

There he was, speeding up again, almost desperate in his rapidity. I just about wanted to laugh. Then he slowed down. He was learning. More tongue work before he sped up again. He alternated fast and slow for a while before really putting the pedal to the metal. He didn’t know how close he got me. His whole body seemed to be in it now. My internal controls were maxed out as I kept from shooting in his mouth. I could see the sweat build up on his shoulders, his skin turning a bit red from exertion. Like an athlete giving his last push, he kept on, but so did I.

Finally he lost it, sinking back to put his face in my balls. I looked at him, raising my head a bit. His face was raw confusion. He knew he was a good cocksucker, and that when he really tried, he should be able to get a man to cum, but I had shown resistance to all his efforts. He had no idea how.

I reached down and took my cock in my hand, stroking it. “It’s OK boy, you did really well. Damn fine work. But I’m in control. I decide when and how.” A few more strokes, and I let myself blow, aiming to his face and hair. He backed up a little, reaching to wipe some cum off of him and lick it down.

His confusion turned to awe, and he just stared at me. I caressed his face. “I’m proud of you boy, you didn’t stop. You pleased me very much. A lesser man would have shot off a long time ago.”

“You’re not a lesser man, Master.” He was a bit hoarse.

“No, I’m not. Come up here.” He shuffled up so I could hold him by me. I could feel he was exhausted, so we held each other for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. Kyle had to be going through a number of thoughts. How hard he had worked to get me off, only for me to do it in the end. Really pushing himself to the fullest and not succeeding. But he needed to know I was the one who put everything in motion.

The day was progressing, and I did have things to do. slot oyna As enjoyable as it would be to romp around in bed with him all day, I needed to get dressed and out.

“Boy.” I said, moving my hand up and down his side.

“Yes, Master.” He didn’t look up at me, just responded, he was watching my cock.

“We need to get up. I have to go out. You can go back home for a while.” I kissed the top of his head.

“I want to stay with you, Master.” He started to stroke my dick. Good boy, and a good attempt, but it wasn’t going to work.

“No. I have things to do. You will want to make sure your place is all tidy. I will visit you this evening.” I began to move. He tried to keep stroking me, but I was soon out of reach.

He had a disappointed look on his face. “Now boy, you don’t need to put on a sad face. Master will visit you later. Plus I’m sure you had things you wanted to do as well.” I slipped on boxers and ruffled his hair.

“Yes, Master.” He sighed, and put on the shorts which were all the clothes he had over here.

He watched me dress. Slacks, shirt. I was ready in minutes. His hair was a bit of a mess, and anyone watching would know he was over just for a booty call. I wondered if the thought would strike him. He needed a bit of time away from me. I wanted him to be sure, not to make all sorts of commitments in the heat of lust.

I kept my hand on his ass as we walked to my front door. Just outside I kissed him. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

“Yes, Master. I will be looking forward to it.” Kyle seemed a bit lost for what to do. He really didn’t want to split up, but he wasn’t prepared to push the issue with me. Good. Let him struggle a bit with the small stuff and get used to doing things my way. That will make it easier when he has to do something a bit harder.

I ran some errands, then joined a few friends for a long lunch. We had a great time. At the end, most had gone on, leaving just me and one buddy of mine, another dom. I told him about my latest conquest, and how I was interested to see how he took to actual obedience. That’s the real key to domming a boy. Not getting him to suck you or take your fuck. Give him an order like “do the dishes” or “run to the store and get me X,’ or even “wear blue boxers today.” If he obeys, he’s doing it right. It’s more than just getting a cock to him. He’s willing to let you be in charge. Real control isn’t getting a guy lost in lust to suck you. It’s getting a guy to clean your house when he is in full control of his faculties.

I took a bit doing my running around town, then headed back to my apartment. I brought my stuff in, put it up and decided to catch up on some reading I had put off. A bourbon and my iPad with me on the couch was just the thing. My phone dinged with a text [Master, you’re home!]. I left it a few minutes. He was on my schedule, I wasn’t on his.

[Yup, I’m relaxing a bit]

[Want me to come over? I can blow you while you lay back?] Eager boy. It is tempting. His mouth has some mad skills. But more than a great blowjob, I needed him to learn I made all the decisions.

[No. I’ll be over to your place later] That was my original plan and I was going to stick to it. I knew what was going to happen next. And it did. The little bubble telling me he was typing came and went a few times as he put something in and erased it. He had to be torn. He wanted to be in my arms, but he also wanted to obey. How far did he think he could push me? A message finally came through. The right one.

[Yes Master]

Obedience had won. Excellent. I was a little worried he would pester me and I’d have to get stern too soon. But if he could keep himself under control at the start, I wouldn’t have to scare him much. I didn’t reply.

I actually dozed a bit. On awakening, I smiled at myself. A nap was a good thing. I planned on being up late. More reading and I took care of some things around the place. As the sun set, I decided it was time for me to head over to Kyle’s apartment. I didn’t give him a text heads-up. He needed to be prepared for me whenever I wanted. I knocked on his door.

When he opened it, his face lit up. “Master!” He said, giving me a hug, which I returned. I was glad he hadn’t been staring out the window, that would have been a sign of too much obsession. I added a kiss to the hug, one hand going under his shirt and feeling up his back, the other into his shorts to cup his ass.

When I broke the kiss, I started to move around the apartment, inspecting things. Kyle followed me like a puppy. I’ve had a sub that comes to clean my place regularly, so I can tell about housekeeping. Kyle had done a passable job, but I could tell he was a bit messy. That is something we will be working on. Opening some of the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen and bedroom showed some organization was also going to be needed. “OK, decent job, but you need to focus more on dusting. It sounds petty, but it makes the place canlı casino siteleri better for important guests.” I looked at him. “And who would be your most important guest?” I asked, meaningfully.

“You, Master. I’ll dust.” He was crestfallen.

“You also have some piles of things around. I can tell you straightened, but things need a home, and they need to go there when you are done with them. Stop just putting things out of the way.”

“Yes, Master.” Kyle got a bit more hang-dog. I took him in my arms and kissed his forehead.

“Don’t be down. It’s an OK job, but we have things to work on.” I squeezed him tight. Let him feel the heat of my body. That will be encouragement.

“I will do it, Master, all of it.” Kyle wrapped his arms around me.

“Perfect. So, want to buy your Master dinner?” I have plenty of money, but there is no reason I have to spend it when I have subs that will buy me things. I don’t put them in the poor house or anything, but I see it as part of their service to me. This goes different ways. Sometimes the sub has a gift they want to give me. Once one bought me a really great set of boots. He really liked licking them. I’ve had subs take me on vacations, paying for everything. Other times it’s like this, I suggest they spend money on me. Dinner, what have you. Usually, you offer to treat someone. With a sub, you tell him how his money will be spent.

“Yes, Master. But don’t you want to… to…” Kyle seemed like he wasn’t sure how to form the rest of his question.

“Fuck your brains out? Don’t worry, we’ll do that afterwards. Let’s get you into some decent clothes.” I opened his closet and looked at what he had. This is another bit of dominance. I picked out his clothes. This is nothing like that baby fetish, which I’ve indulged in a time or two. This is telling a fully grown man what he’ll be wearing when you step out. Just one more thing he surrenders to you. It seems so small, but it has a bigger impact than you can imagine. Even little choices are mine to control.

He looked good in the outfit I selected. But I knew he would. He’s a very handsome man. I could tell my sizing him up made him a bit uncomfortable. I let that hang just a moment before kissing him and suggesting (well, telling) a restaurant. We headed out, had a great meal, and he paid. I earnestly enjoyed his company. He loosened up a bit over dinner, as he got more comfortable being in my actual presence. He had a good wit, was somewhat funny, and was decently well read. I had limited interest in a slave/sub who just kissed my ass, I wanted one that could be a decent partner, albeit an obedient one. Kyle was shaping up to be the boy I had been looking for for years.

We went back to his place. I needed to fuck him in his own bed. I could tell he got a bit nervous once we were in. I was in his place, but I was the one in charge. It’s a turnabout from the normal situation, and I wanted him to feel it. Feel me in his place like he felt my cock in his ass. I led to the bedroom. There, I kicked off my shoes and lay in the middle of the bed. “Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch.” I put my hands behind my head and watched him.

I could almost see his mouth getting dry. He wanted it, wanted to obey, to have more sex, but getting ordered around in his own place was confusing him. His hands reached for the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them. Good boy. I gave a small smile of pleasure, and that gave him a bit of assurance. The rational part of his brain should have known everything was fine. He knew he had a good body, and that I liked it, but the emotional part wasn’t used to actually taking orders. “Neatly.” I said, as he was about to toss the shirt to the floor. He still wasn’t speaking. He folded it and put in the hamper. Shoes off, and put in their place. Socks off. Belt put away. Pants opened. A breath. Pants off and in the hamper. He stopped a moment to look at me, and I let him. Let him know what he was doing for me. He was hard in his boxers. I knew this would turn him on. It was the excitement that drove him now. Boxers off. “Come here.” I lifted my arm and he crawled into bed and next to me.

We just held each other a bit. I fondled his cock. “Still liking all of this?” He was rock hard in my hand.

“Yes, Master.” He answered, knowing it was true. I wanted him to acknowledge that. To be fully aware of his erection at that moment. And while I was asking about him. So he knew I cared. And I did. I had no desire to just use his body and discard it.

“You can undress me now.” I got up, standing by the bed.

“Oh, yes Master.” He seemed reverent as he removed my shirt, and the rest of my clothes. A small gasp as he took my boxers off and saw my 8 inches. That was a little funny, it’s not like he hadn’t seen it before. But it’s nice to be appreciated.

“Go ahead.” I knew what he wanted. He started sucking me. Damn that boy could give some fine head. I just stood there, legs wide, watching him service me. He would look up every so often and gaze into my eyes. It was motivation for him. He was going all up and down the shaft, and one hand was working my balls, the other my ass.

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It was quiet in the hallway as I stood outside the door waiting for the masseuse to finish working on Alexis.

I figured it made more sense to wait outside the room than to just head over without her.

After all, it was her idea to come here for a spa day anyway. She wanted to do this together, It’d just be rude to go on without her.

And oh my god, I had no idea how badly I needed a spa trip until I got there. The entire day had been AMAZING!

From the facials, to the mud bath, to the massage, oh GOD the massage! I mean, I gotta hand it to Brenda, she made me feel better in places, where I didn’t even know I had places!

I felt like a brand new woman! Ready to take on the world, and whatever it had to throw at me!

That was an exaggeration, but, hey, I was on a comfort high, don’t judge me!

The only thing Alexis and I had left to do while we were there was head off to the sauna for a steam bath. Just let the heat creep under my skin, and have me sweat all of my remaining stress away. And then afterward, we would take a quick dip in the pool, and let the cold water rejuvenate our skin.

Well, I was right that the sauna did help remove my stress…I just didn’t realize how much stress I was going to have heading into it.

As I continued to stand outside, excited for my visit to the sauna, the door opened and the masseuse came out, satisfied with his work.

I took a glance at the guy, I think his name was Joseph or something. The guy had some pretty thick arms, so all I thought was, ‘Damn, Alexis must be satisfied.’

About a minute after he left, I could see Alexis strolling out of the room wearing nothing but a towel, and a pretty relaxed smile on her face.

I took one look at her expression, and I couldn’t help but giggle. “You look like you’re stoned.” I tell her.

That got a laugh out of Alexis, who simply remarked, “Well, the guy had some good shit with him, what was I supposed to do?”

Yeah, we understand each other’s humor.

I laughed in response before getting serious. “So, I take it the massage was good?”

“Oh, fantastic!” Alexis replied. “Best massage I’ve ever gotten. I mean, I haven’t gotten that many, but that one was hard to beat.”

“Oh, so Jason never gave you any massages like that?” Jason was her ex-boyfriend.

“None like that, that’s for sure.” She admitted. “So, you ready to head over?”

I smiled back at her and held up my bag. “Got my bathing suit right here, let’s go!”

We didn’t waste any more time and headed straight for the sauna. We had the option to head in there with our towels, or we could put on our bathing suits. They even said we could stay in there completely naked if we wanted to. I guess some people have done that before.

But Alexis and I felt that the towels would be a bit too constricting and that even though we were comfortable around each other, we wanted at least SOME level of decency. So we decided to go in there in our bathing suits.

Besides, we were going towards the pool right afterward, so we thought that made the most sense logically.

We made it over to the changing rooms, and both headed into different stalls.

Now, I want it to be clear. I am by no means shy about the way I look, okay? I just value my privacy and take advantage of it whenever I can. I’ll be the first to say it, I’ve got a killer body, and I’m proud of it.

My skin is as smooth as can be, I’ve got long, sunny blonde hair that I can style however I want, and I’ve got a pair of tits so great I could probably give dudes orgasms just from staring at them.

Okay, that last part was a joke…based on true events.

But my tits are awesome, a solid pair of DD’s. Combine that with the rest of me, and you get someone who has no problem picking up any guy she has her eye set on, or girl…I have my fun now and again.

Anyway, I took my time getting changed in the stall, I let the towel drop to the floor, and I spent some time admiring myself, even giving the twins a nice squeeze for good measure, before I grabbed my bikini and started putting it on.

It wasn’t anything special, just a simple white bikini with a couple of prints of this flower on it. So simple, yet so sexy.

I don’t know why I was looking to be sexy at the moment, especially since I was just there with my friend, but I didn’t think too much of it at the time. It was just my nature. I’m usually a very peppy and flirty person, and it can be hard to turn the switch off sometimes.

I was admiring my physique for a moment when I heard knocking on the other side of the stall. “Hey, Lucy! You ready?”

That snapped me out of my trance, and I headed for the door. “Sorry, I’m coming!”

I opened the door of the stall, ready to go straight for the sauna. But as I turned my head to face Alexis, my train of thought completely stopped.

Because standing in front of me…in all her glory…was my friend…Alexis Hart…in one of the sexiest bathing suits, I had ever seen.

I mean, casino siteleri I was at a total loss for words. I didn’t even know what to think. I was just in awe of everything standing before me. I knew Alexis was just as sexy as I was, but I had never seen so much of her…on display before. Or if I had, I wasn’t paying that much attention to her. Which, I don’t know how that’s possible.

She was wearing a blue two-piece that was a bit thicker, and stronger than my flimsy one was. Honestly, her bikini top looked a bit more like a sports bra than an actual bathing suit.

But it worked in her favor. I mean, my tits are pretty big, but hers are even BIGGER. Not by much mind you, maybe by just a couple notches, but it was impressive. Her breasts were held back by two thick straps, but they still looked like perfectly ripened fruits ready to be plucked from the tree.

Not to mention, with how much pain my breasts tend to give me sometimes, I can only imagine what it must be like for her.

And then veering down to her bottoms, they hugged her waist perfectly and showed off a respectable amount of ass cheek to tease anyone who should see her. That’s where Alexis had me beat, my ass is fine, but her ass looked AMAZING.

Her long brown hair had cascaded down her backside, stopping right above her ass, showing a peek of the rose tattoo she had just above her waist.

She looked like a model straight out of Victoria’s Secret, and I honestly felt a tiny bit inferior and ugly standing next to her. But honestly, anyone would.

I don’t know how long I stared at her in silence, but it must have been too long to be considered normal because Alexis had to snap me out of my trance. “Um, Lucy? Are you okay?

I woke from my daydream in a bit of a panic. “O-oh! Yes! Sorry, Lex. I was, distracted.” I replied, trying my best to keep my cool. “I um, I like your new bikini.”

Luckily, this got Alexis to move on from her confusion. “Oh! Thank you. My old one had a hole in it, so I had to buy a new one.” She said, totally oblivious to the effect it was having on me.

“Well, it suits you well,” I replied, trying to stay calm.

Alexis smiled. “Thanks! Yours is cute too!”

I accepted the compliment and trying desperately to move on from the awkward situation, I tried to get us out to the sauna. “Ready to go?”

“Yep, let’s head out.” We both washed our hands and headed out to the hallway.

Alexis was leading the way to the sauna, and right away I could tell it was a mistake to trail behind her. Because with every step she took, her ass swayed and jiggled in front of my eyes.

I was trying hard not to stare at it, but it was impossible! It was like a sick joke fate was playing on me. God’s most perfect creation, only to be seen, never to be touched.

I didn’t know what was going on with me! Alexis was my friend! I’d known her for years! I’d never harbored any sort of sexual attraction to her before, not even as a fleeting crush. But now all of a sudden, all I could think about was whatever curves were underneath that bikini, and if she’d let me ram my tongue in between her legs.

I mean, as I said, I had hooked up with girls before. A few times, actually. But I had never been more attracted to a girl than I had been at that moment.

I didn’t even know if Alexis was gay or not! I didn’t think she was, given that she only ever mentioned sleeping with guys before. But every now and again she’d joke about wanting to hook up with our friends, or some random girl she’d see in public. I knew they were just jokes, but I was secretly hoping some of those desires were true.

After a thirty-second walk down the hallway, which to me felt like three hours, we were finally at the sauna room, waiting to be registered in.

A nice Latin man, clearly gay, was waiting for us at the desk and took one look at us before raising an eyebrow. “Hello ladies, looking stunning today! My name is Rodney, how can I help you?”

I was still too nervous to reply, but Alexis warmly accepted the compliment. “Thank you, we’re here for room number four, the 2:30 slot.”

Rodney took the information he was given and typed it into the computer. “Ah, yes. Ms. Alexis Hart, and Ms. Lucy Rhodes?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s us,” Alexis replied. I also nodded my head in confirmation, while resisting the urge to reach over and squeeze Alexis’s ass.

“Fantastic! The room is ready for you, it’s just the second door on the right. After thirty minutes, I will come and get you, and escort you to our pool service. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to come and see me. Have fun girls!”

Alexis and I both thanked Rodney and headed down to the sauna room. I made sure I led the way this time. Not that it mattered, as the walk this time was much shorter.

We got to the room, and as soon as we walked inside, we were both hit with a blast of heat. Now, I’ve been in saunas before, but I’m still never really prepared for how toasty they really are.

It was a pretty standard slot oyna sauna, a couple of benches to sit on, with some hot stones in the middle of the room, emitting a ton of heat. I also took note of a spray bottle on the side of the bench, filled with water. I didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but I noticed it was there.

Once I was settled in, I sat myself down on the bench, and sprawled myself out, letting all the heat of the room seep into my body. It felt amazing once I had gotten used to everything, and for a split second, I completely forgot where I was, and what I was doing.

Of course, I was shot down back to earth quickly once Alexis sat down across from me, chest heaving out, sweat already dripping down her impeccable skin.

“Oh man, this feels amazing!” She moaned, legs sprawled out, relaxing on the bench.

I tried to get comfortable, and to stop focusing on Alexis’s body in front of me, but it was impossible to focus my brain on anything else. There wasn’t exactly anything else to look at for twenty minutes in that sauna. Even if I just closed my eyes, I could still just see Alexis, curves, and all.

I wasn’t just getting flustered though, I was also getting aroused. Just thinking about Alexis in the buff was enough for my pussy to start to moisten up. It was already asking for someone or something to help and pleasure it, preferably Alexis.

“Lucy!” I heard my name, and it snapped me out of my trance again. I look over to Alexis, who had a concerned look on her face. “Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”

Shit.

“Um, yeah. I’m fine, d-don’t worry about me.” I replied, again hiding my newfound lust for my friend. “I think I’m just still getting used to the heat is all.

“Oh, well if you’re hot, use the spray bottle or something to cool off.” Alexis pointed over to the bottle, sitting at the end of the bench. “Here, I’ll help you out.”

Alexis got up to retrieve the bottle, but I tried to stop her. ‘Oh, no. That’s not necessary.” I told her, almost franticly.

But, Alexis insisted. “No, trust me it’ll feel great!”

I knew it would feel great, that was the problem.

Nevertheless, Alexis grabbed the bottle of water and walked over to me. I nervously opened myself up and told Alexis to do whatever she wanted.

Of course, this meant that the first place Alexis sprayed me was right in my face, so that was fun.

However, Alexis did start spraying the water on me, and honestly, it did feel really good. Just feeling the cold water trickle down my body felt amazing, and the fact that Alexis was the one doing it did make the whole experience that much better.

Plus, with how Alexis was positioning herself, I did manage to sneak a few glances down her cleavage. I was at a perfect angle.

I tried not to stare for too long, but even with the swift glances I was taking, Alexis still noticed me. “You liking the view?”

As soon as Alexis asked that, I panicked. “W-what? What view? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I was so embarrassed that I was caught staring.

Luckily, Alexis didn’t seem to mind. “Relax, it’s fine. We’re both girls, I’ve got the same accessories you’ve got.”

“Yeah, your accessories are just a bit more enhanced.” I thought to myself.

Alexis kept on working the spray bottle, working down my arms, legs, and torso. Replacing at least some of the intense heat I had been feeling with quick flashes of coolness. But as she stood back to admire the sight before her, I saw her hold up the bottle again, and spray directly onto my right boob.

I jumped back in response. “Whoa, what the hell?” I asked.

“Well, since you liked admiring my boobs, I figure yours deserve some attention as well.” She replied. “Is that ok?”

I was surprised at first, but it seemed like Alexis was getting a bit more comfortable around me. I mean, we already were comfortable with each other, but not with things like our bodies. Regardless, despite my concerns about getting too aroused, all I could do was nod my head in response.

Alexis took this as confirmation to keep going and proceeded to spray more water onto my breasts. They were still covered by my bikini top, but whatever skin was exposed was feeling especially good. And with every spray that Alexis made, I was feeling that the mood between us was turning more and more sensual.

I mean, if this was a guy spraying water onto a girl, It’d be considered sensual, right?

Either way, I was loving whatever Alexis was doing, and I told her to keep going.

She sprayed my breasts a good amount, and then took things a step further, and sprayed me right on my crotch.

I was not expecting her to do that, and I reacted as such.

The feeling of Alexis rubbing my legs to let the water seep in, combined with her spraying water on my already sensitive pussy, caused me to let out a very tiny moan.

I’m still not sure if she heard it or not, but it told me that things were getting much more intimate between us.

Finally, canlı casino siteleri Alexis was done with her spraying and set the bottle back down on the bench. She stood tall in front of me, hands on her hips. “Feel better?” She asked.

“Uh…yeah. Much better.” I replied, still finding my bearings.

Alexis giggled in response. “I told you so. Now it’s my turn.”

I froze. ‘Wait, what?”

“Well, I sprayed you down, now you have to get me. I’m just as hot as you are.” Alexis explained.

It did make sense, it just meant that now I had an excuse to spray Alexis’s sexy body with water, to touch her, and make her look even sexier.

Still nervous, I grabbed the spray bottle and asked Alexis to sit down on the bench.

“So, do you have any preference as to where to spray first?” I asked.

And then, Alexis did something, that looking back should’ve been a big clue that she was feeling something too. She gave me a VERY seductive look and said. “Do whatever you want, baby.”

I was taken aback by the response, but I thought it was just Alexis making another joke or something. Not entirely meaning everything she was saying.

Still, I took the spray bottle and knowing I had full control, I didn’t waste any time with her. I took the bottle and immediately started spraying Alexis’s breasts.

Her body was already starting to sweat, so seeing even more moisture drip down her curves was such a turn on. My panties were getting wetter with every spray that I made.

I was going to town cooling off Alexis’s chest when suddenly, I saw her raise her hand.

“Stop.” She said. “Stop for a second.”

I got worried for a moment, wondering if I had gone too far. “W-what’s wrong?” I asked.

Alexis didn’t say anything. Instead, she just stood up and faced me with a stoic look on her face.

But then, I saw her hands reach for the back of her bikini top, and start to fiddle with the clasp.

My eyes widened again, and my breathing started to become much faster than before.

“Holy shit…it’s happening.” I thought, getting very excited.

Finally, the clasp was opened, and Alexis lifted the top over her head, showing off her incredible tits in full view.

…

Perfect. That’s all I can say. Those tits were fucking PERFECT!

They were the right size, the right shape, and her nipples were the perfect shade of rosy pink. It took every single ounce of willpower to not pin Alexis against the wall, and motorboat those fantastic titties for hours.

I was in awe, and Alexis could very obviously see that. “Not bad, huh?” She asked.

I tried hard to hide just how impressed I really was with Alexis’s bust. But I don’t think she believed my response. “Yeah, they’re ok I guess,” I said, trying to sound unimpressed.

Alexis laughed at my pitiful response. “Yeah, they are pretty big. It’s just I wanted them to cool off a little more, and I figured the best way to do so was to just say ‘fuck it!’ and go topless.”

“Yeah, that…certainly helps,” I replied, eyes still laser-focused on those tits.

“Plus,” Alexis said. “I could tell you’ve been wanting to see them for a while now, might as well give you what you wanted.”

I awkwardly laughed in response and probably had a pretty deep blush on my face when she said that.

I re-positioned myself and nervously sprayed more water, this time onto her bare breasts. Immediately, Alexis was reacting much more favorably.

“Oh, yeah! That’s more like it!” She exclaimed, sticking her chest out. Alexis stayed still in her position, and I just kept on maneuvering the spray bottle all around her breasts, and with every spray, Alexis made some sort of sigh or noise in response.

Meanwhile, I was in heaven, staring directly at Alexis’s incredible tits, with no fear of being chastised, since she clearly didn’t care if I saw them or not.

I could’ve kept spraying those things all day, even though I wanted to do so much more to them. But, I finally pulled myself away, and moved towards other parts of Alexis’s body, spraying her arms, shoulders, back, and legs with water. By the end of it all, Alexis was glistening before me, sexy as ever. There was just one spot left to spray.

“Want me to hit that booty of yours?” I asked playfully, now much more comfortable.

Alexis smirked at me, and turned around, propping her leg on the bench, and jutting out her perfect ass in front of me. “Go right ahead.” She replied.

She was still wearing her bottoms, and I thought for a moment that maybe she’d want the same treatment I gave to her breasts. So I nervously asked her, “You want to strip those off too?”

Alexis pondered the question for a moment, considering it, before turning back to face me. “See I would,” she stated. “But I’d be awkward for me to be the ONLY one naked here.”

It took me a second to realize what she was saying, but once I did, I instinctively blushed, and nervously put a hand to my face.

This got a chuckle out of Alexis. “You want to see my ass? You gotta even the score.”

I was surprised at first by Alexis’s reply, but I ultimately figured that I’d come way too far to stop now. So, without a word, I untied my bikini top, and let it fall to the floor.

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