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I have never done anything like this before – seriously. I have been an avid fan of Literotica for two years, but I have never even considered submitting a story until today. I don’t normally do things like this, but it seemed like the kind of thing that other fans of the site would enjoy.

It was around 4:00 in the afternoon when I finished my workout. I had an hour to shower before I had to get to work, as my shift started at five. I had pushed myself really hard today, trying to stick with my new year’s resolution that has already helped me tone up quite nicely. I thought to myself, “Since I have an hour to spare, I’m going to treat myself to the steam room”. I love steam rooms. The heat, the moisture, the smell of eucalyptus. I can feel the wonders it’s doing for my body, ridding it of all impurities.

The gym was fairly dead, and no one had even used the steam room all day it seemed – there was barely any steam and it wasn’t too hot. I turned on the system and walked across to the far corner and sat down on the top step. Within minutes the faucets were pouring jet after jet of hot steam into the room. It became very dense in the air, and I inhaled the heavy scent. The heat slowly draped over my body, sending shivers up my spine.

This seems like as good a place as any to introduce Ankara escort myself a little bit. I am 20 years old. I am 5’5, blond hair, weigh about 110 pounds. I have long legs, small breasts, and (so I’m told) a nice round ass. I was sitting in the steam room with nothing but a towel around my waist, all by myself. As I said, the warmth spreading around me sent shivers through my whole body. Small beads of sweat started to form on my arms, my stomach, my tits. I leaned back and took a deep breath, savoring the relaxation. I went to wipe a drop of moisture from my collarbone, and as my hand brushed pas my nipple I felt it harden at the touch. I hazarded another quick touch, accompanied by a quick look towards the steam covered door. In an instant my hand was on my right breast, caressing the skin, then pulling hard on the nipple, enjoying the feeling of the barbell that rests there. My nipples were standing rock hard and my breathing got faster.

I loosened the towel around my waist a little, and felt a drop of moisture run down my stomach towards my legs, lower and lower, finally trickling down my inner thigh. I followed it with my hand, slowing brushing the outer lips of my pink pussy. I could feel how swollen they were, opening a little on their own, begging to be touched. Again I glanced Ankara escort bayan toward the door, but decided that the gym was practically empty, and this was too good an opportunity to pass up. I slowly ran my hand up and down along my pussy lips, tickling them with the tips of my fingers. My middle finger brushed over my clit and an electric shock ran through my body. I pried the lips apart and touched my waiting hole, already soaking wet with my juices.

I ran my middle finger up and down along my slit, taking some of the juices pooled and rubbing them on my clit. My left hand began to massage my tits again, pulling hard in contrast to the soft caresses on my cunt. My breathing was heavy, and the fact that someone could come in at any second just made me want it more. I fantasized that if this were a story, some woman would walk in, and claim I needed punishing for being so naughty, and she would spank me and eat out my dripping pussy until I came to a mind blowing orgasm.

No one came into the room, so I kept rubbing my cunt, thinking about some huge cock rubbing up and down my slit before ramming into me. I rubbed my clit with the palm of my hand while my middle finger slid in and out of me. My breathing was so heavy right now and I lost all control. I started talking under Escort Ankara my breath

Oh fuck! Yeah……make me cum. Oh God! FUCK! Fuck my pussy! Harder, harder….fuck yes…oh my god yes…..fuck me god…..eat my pussy bitch….I want it all, I’m such a naughty girl – I’ve been soooo bad, please fuck me!

A million scenarios ran through my head while I finger fucked myself, pulling hard on my little nipples, mixing pleasure and pain. Each fantasy was raunchier than the next – a woman eating my cunt, having two cocks rammed into me. I couldn’t stop, my fingers moving furiously.

FUCK….FUCK…Oh my god YES fuck my pussy, I’m your naughty little girl…fuck it YES Unnnngggg yeeeessssss

I could feel the orgasm building in me, slowly at first but I knew it was going to be mind blowing. It started in my gut, then my muscles spasmed hard around my fingers and I pictures them milking a huge cock. The contractions swept through me and my hips bucked again and again. I couldn’t help my self …. FUCK YES! The juices began to gush out of my cunt, soaking my fingers and the tile floor underneath. Wave after wave of contraction consumed me as I whispered…FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YES!

As the glow from my orgasm swept over me, I couldn’t suppress a huge grin. I have never masturbated in a public place before, and it was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. Here’s hoping I’ll get the chance again….maybe I’ll even tell you about it. God knows just writing this down has made my pussy dripping wet again.

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Kristie.

The lobby was empty, so was the reception area. Her steel pointed heels clicked their rhythm on the shining floor. When she stopped, her ears picked up the distant sigh of air conditioning. It was cool in here, almost chilly after the humid heat outside. The artificial breeze made her black hair flow. Her flimsy summer dress clung to her skin. It enhanced the flowing curves of her body in motion. Little nubs rose from the center of her swaying breasts. They responded to the change in temperature, as did the goose bumps on her naked arms.

The young woman stopped at the centre of the lobby. She was unsure what to do as nobody seemed present. Then distant, repetitive sounds reached her ears. She turned her attention to the tall glass doors that gave out on an adjacent hall to the right. They were closed, but through them she saw something move.

As she reached the doors, they slid open with an automatic sigh. They revealed a large room with a high ceiling. It was filled with innumerable machines. Rows and rows of them stood on an immaculate shining floor. They were reflected in high mirrors which ran the total length of the walls. The far side was all milky glass window.

She stepped forward, amazed at the infinite number of replica’s of herself in the yellow and red flowered cotton dress. Un vrai palais de crystal, her mind whispered. Narcissus’ paradise. And she slowly moved into the direction of the sounds. They were much louder now, after the doors opened. Creaking sounds they were, punctured with sighs like heavy breathing. And before she really saw the source, she knew they were the product of human exertion.

The girl seemed to not have noticed her visitor. She sat on a bicycle-like machine. She was silhouetted against the white, milky windows. She worked out hard in a lycra outfit. It left her arms, shoulders and belly free. Her thighs were tightly wrapped in the same material. The bare calves of her long, toned legs showed the play of her muscles.

Her skin was deeply tanned. It shone with perspiration. The sky blue lycra showed dark spots. They grew while she looked. Ah, the girl was strong and dedicated. She panted and even now accellerated, although her legs already seemed a blur of motion. A pretty blonde pony tail danced on her head. It followed the frantic rhythm of her body.

And still the girl seemed not aware that she had a visitor. An attentive visitor too. She watched her every move, every sensuous roll of muscle. She saw the trembling of her breasts, the way her tight, well-trained little ass slid and moved on the narrow saddle.

The visitor held her breath so long that her ears started to buzz.

Ever so quiet she tiptoed forward until she was behind the exercising girl. And ever so slowly she reached out a pale hand to touch the shining lycra on her rolling hip. Ah, the heat…the deep glow radiated into her palm. She touched and cupped first the right cheek, then the left. A bolt of sweet electricity ran through her arms. It sank straight through her body and in to the centre of her lust.

“I stood shivering. My eyes were closed for what felt like minutes. Then I looked straight into the wide gaze of the girl. She looked at me from inside the mirror. It was the sweetest face I had ever seen. Open, vulnerable. Greenish hazel flashed from under lovely arches of wonderment. She had sun-flushed skin. She had a pretty small freckled nose and a generous mouth. It hung half open with exhaustion. And it trembled.”

The visitor held her breath. Her hands started caressing the girl’s behind. Her emerald Ankara bayan escort eyes never flinched. They bored into the other’s eyes, keeping them captive. A shiver ran through the soaked lycra under her touch. She knew she held the girl in thrall. Slowly, softly she allowed a smile to curl her lips. And she felt her heart flutter when a wide smile rose in response on the blonde’s face. It was a smile like the morning sun rising.

With a long, long sigh the woman’s captured breath escaped. She whispered: “Hi, sweet girl…I am Angique. What is your name?”

The girl flashed her lashes twice. She swallowed a lump in her throat. “Kristie”, she croaked. Her voice was still hoarse from exhaustion. It trembled with tenseness. She had risen on her saddle. The mirror showed her panting chest. It reflected her sweat soaked belly and strong athlete’s thighs.

The woman who called herself Angique started roaming the blonde’s hips and thighs with pale, red nailed fingers. She paused on each new found spot, then traveled on.

“You look marvellous, Kristie”, she said. “You have a great body.”

And, oh God, was it possible? Could things be more perfect? A slow blush rose from the girl’s chest. It climbed her throat and found her adorable face.

Maybe it was the blush. Maybe it was something in the coy fluttering of her eyelashes as she watched the woman Angique from under her brows. The caressing hands now rose to Kristie’s tightly bound breasts. They cupped them and pressed them against her rib cage. The woman stood closer now. She pushed her own breasts into the blonde’s back. She felt the sweat soak slowly into the cotton of her dress. All the while her steady emerald eyes watched over the girl’s shoulder. She grasped her gaze in the mirror and held it. She did not allow her to escape even for a second.

Her moist lips were close to the girl’s ear. She whispered something inaudible. The blush deepened. Almost unnoticed the girl Kristie nodded. The red nails of the right hand travelled down her belly. The girl spread her thighs only inches. But she also pushed herself forward. She gave the searching hand access to her crotch.

At the same time she turned her face. She closed her eyes and opened her weak mouth slightly. The woman Angique smiled. Then she opened her own mouth. She pressed her soft lips on the blonde’s. A fat pink, wriggling tongue appeared and dashed between white teeth. It roamed wildly until it met the girl’s tongue. It started a hungry dance half in and out. It darted, snaked, strangled. They filled the quiet hall with wet noises and stifled moans.

The other hand now found a moist, warm crotch. It rubbed slowly up and down, forcing the thighs ever wider. Kristie slumped back against the woman. She pushed her cunt into the invading hand. Her own hand covered it. She sped up the motion. Her other hand slid into the black shining hair of the woman. It intensified the long, deep kiss. Then Kristie moaned. It was a sobbing sweet sound. It rose with passion, then sank into a throaty animal’s purr.

Angique let go of her mouth. She allowed the girl to gasp. Then she slid her fingers from under the girl’s hand. She watched her start rubbing herself. She took the flushed face in both hands and pushed her head against Kristie’s. Her fierce emerald eyes were only an inch away from the misted gaze. She kept silent for quite a while. The only sounds were the fast breathing of the girl and the steady rubbings against the slippery lycra.

At last a deep, misty voice broke the tension. It was sweet but strong like silk clad steel. Escort bayan Ankara

“Get naked for me, little thing.”

The rubbing hand stopped at once. So did the girl’s breath. The eyes flew open in a terrified flash.

“Here?”, she asked. It sounded as if the word had to pass through a passage that was far too narrow.

Angique just kept staring in silence.

As if in a dream the blonde’s hands rose to the hem of her outfit. She pushed the tight elastic fabric over a well filled sports bra. Then she slipped it over her head and let it drop to the floor. The woman with the black shiny hair had taken two steps back. She watched the blonde in the mirror. She smiled as Kristie again met her eyes. Now it was with shy wonder. Angique nodded. The blonde’s hands slid behind her back to undo the clip that held her bra together. Almost with a pop the full firm flesh spilled from its imprisonnement. Rich, gold tanned tits swung free in front of her.

Involuntarily Angique stretched out a pale hand to touch them, but she stopped midway. She bit on her lip. She again stood back to watch. Her eyes returned to the girl’s nervously wandering gaze. She smiled and nodded encouragement. Kristie sighed. She slid her thumbs under the waistband of the tight pants, starting to slip them off. She stood on the pedals of the machine as she peeled the fabric down her thighs and calves. It got stuck in sweaty wrinkles. She sat down again. She bent forward and moved the lycra over her cute pink sneakers. First she freed the left, then the right.

The material whispered to the floor like a sky blue butterfly.

Kristie sat up, now only clad in a lacy pink thong. It hugged her pouting cunt lips tightly. But it disappeared between her ass cheeks only to return at her waistband. The cheeks were wonderfully tight and smooth. They had the perfect shape of an inverted heart, flaring out from a narrow waist.

Kristie sat for a minute. She restlessly moved on the saddle. The front of her thong was in full sight in the mirror. Angique saw with a smile that the pink was decidedly darker where the entrance to her little garden lay.

So shy, she thought, yet so eager. So sweet to watch her dilemma.

To help her decide, Angique stepped into full sight of the mirror. She started to undo the buttons of her own summer’s dress. She began right between her breasts. Then she moved slowly down to the hem. But she did not bend down to reach them. She pulled the cotton fabric up to bring the closed buttons to her fingers. That way the mirror slowly disclosed more and more of her legs and thighs for the naked girl to watch. Inch after careful inch the woman’s white alabaster body came into sight. The shadows kept their secret until the third button. But when the nimble fingers undid the fourth, the hem rose above a spotlessly shaven pussy. It showed that she wore no panties at all. When the last button was opened it became clear that she wore no bra either.

The yellow and red cotton opened like a flower. It showed a tall, slender, almost translucently pale woman. Her legs were too long for her frame. Otherwise she was very well proportioned. Her young tits stood firm, with amazingly dark nipples. The sheer whiteness of her skin gave her the cool appearance of a marble statue. The tender, porcelaine lucidity made her almost float like a cloud. The contrast of her black hair, thick eyebrows and dark set eyes gave her the drama of old black and white photographs and silent movies.

Angique turned her head towards the girl on the bike. She saw that Kristie’s Bayan escort Ankara hand had returned to her lace clad pussy. She rubbed it as if in a trance. Angique walked to her. Her heels gave her tits a lovely rythm. Then she again pulled the girl’s face towards her. She kissed her in the same hungry, passionate way as before. The glowing body melted against her.

“Be naked with me, darling”, she breathed. “Don’t make me beg.”

Kristie’s eyes widened. Over her arched brows danced tiny, spidery wrinkles. All movement froze in soundless hesitation. Then Angique’s gaze darkened to a deeper jungle green. Her mouth closed till it was a thin line. All memories of her sweet smile had vanished.

The blonde girl felt a shiver ride the length of her spine. It was like a frozen insect running from the curve of her neck down to the very end of her backbone. She felt confused, lost. Her seeping pussy still glowed. But in her heart an icy breath seeped in.

She moved nervously on the tiny saddle. She knew something had gone wrong. And she knew the wrongness was of her doing, her fault. She had let this amazing woman down. She, the clumsy, stupid little girl, had brought this woman of the world almost to a point where she had to beg for a favour. Insignificant Kristie made her beg for a favour. My God, Kristie, she thought, what are you doing? Or worse: what have you done?

She crinched under the stern green gaze. She tried to find words. She tried to force her trembling lips to form a sentence that would explain. Fresh sweat formed on her brow. Her mouth didn’t know how to shape the words.

But her hands knew. Her busy, trembling fingers knew. Her thumbs hooked into the hem of her thong. They pulled it down her thighs as she rose from the saddle. Her eyes kept sinking into the green bottomless pools. Her brain kept racing in ever smaller circles. But her body knew. Her body obeyed.

The thong was now around her knees. She pulled it free by slipping her left pink sneaker through it. She left it to dangle on the other foot. Her eyes closed. She sank back on the slippery saddle. She felt her swollen lips suck in the soft suede leather as she sat down.

The pressure of the saddle made her curly haired mound rise. It displayed a sweet little hill of golden circlets sprayed with starry drops of sweat.

Angique smiled.

A deep warmth flooded her eyes. It sent rays of sympathy to the trembling girl. And Kristie felt the glow invade her when she opened her eyes cautiously. With it an incredible sense of relief flushed her body. All the awful frost had gone. All was right again. She melted completely. A sigh escaped her chest.

A white hand cupped her mound. Red tipped fingers dug into the pretty trimmed bush. Again Angique stood closer. She hugged the blonde girl. She made her slump against her. Soft pillowy lips touched Kristie’s ear. They sucked in her lobe. Two fingers slid down on each side of her tingling cunt lips, making them pout. And she whispered.

“Will you be mine, little girl?”

A sob rose in Kristie’s throat. God, what was happening to her? Who was this woman? She did not know her, did she? They’d never met before, had they? Really? Why then did she ache with the need to submit? Why did she want to melt until all of her self drowned in these emerald pools of deep, deep destiny?

Her face blushed crimson. She nodded, then nodded again.

“Tell me, honey, say it out loud”, the dark haired woman insisted. Her slender fingers now invaded the wet, tight slit. They searched for the pearl on top.

Kristie swallowed. Her head seemed to float in clouds of fuzzy heat. She felt dizzy. The voice she heard seemed somebody else’s. But oh yes, it was her own.

“Please,” the voice said, “Please let me be yours…” She pushed her hips up hard to meet the probing fingers.

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Hey, sorry this chapter has taken so long. Life inevitably got in the way of this one, I’m afraid. I do hope you enjoy it though and it’s what you’ve hoped for.

~~~*~~~

“Oh God…Ares…we should stop…”

“We should but we won’t.”

I’ve got him pinned against the mirror, arms around my shoulders, legs wrapped around my waist; face a myriad of unspent ecstasy. We’re supposed to be buying him new trousers for our visit to his parents. However spying him behind the curtain, trousers around his ankles, boxers moulded to his tight arse was temptation too great to resist. Lunging at him, I divested him of his boxers, mine swiftly following suit, and laid claim to his mouth. Making sure not to part with his luscious lips, I hoisted him up by his arse and began smearing the evidence of my arousal onto his anus. With both of us gasping and moaning into each other, I breached him quickly, filling him in one stroke.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, pulling away from my mouth and burying his face in my neck.

“You’d better be quiet.” I warned, breathlessly, bringing his face to mine and licking at his lips. “The assistant will be back in a second.”

His only response was to let out a muffled groan as I ran the pad of my thumb over the head of his cock. Now, watching his face carefully, I thrust into the tight heat of his arse relentlessly, finding the angle that brings him the most pleasure. When his teeth sink into my neck and he lets out a loud whimper, I smile in satisfaction. Breathing harshly, I stroke myself in and out of him with deep, frenzied thrusts. Maintaining this angle, I enjoy watching him undulate as his sphincter spasms pleasurably on my cock. Eventually my incessant battering of his arse coupled with the ruthless strokes of my hand upon his sensitive flesh, catapult him into orgasm and I feel his legs tighten their hold on my waist. Small crescent moons will I bear later in commemoration as his nails sink into my back and he shudders uncontrollably. So caught up is he in spraying us with his load, that he forgets all pretence of silence, moaning long and hard. Though the sound brings me tantalisingly close to the edge, I don’t want the assistant partaking in our orgasms, so I jam my hand over his mouth. He bites into my palm and immediately I convulse, orgasm consuming me and filling my veins. Quickly I release his legs, just in time to push him to his knees and paint his face with my pleasure, marking him as I have so often, as mine.

Eyes and face glazed, the latter with come, the former with pleasure, he looks at me.

“And what may I ask was wrong with my arse?” He questions softly, looking at me from beneath those long, dark lashes so at odds with his hair and fair complexion, tormenting me again with the tantalising way he’s smearing my come onto his fingers and into his mouth.

I haul him to his feet, refraining against slaking my fresh desire for him and gruffly reply, “Didn’t want to ruin your jeans.”

He grins knowingly and I can’t resist pushing my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer to me, crushing a bruising kiss to his lips.

“You need cleaning.”

Sweeping my tongue over his face, I clean up what he’s missed until he once again resembles his former spotless self. I leave the changing room as he retrieves his boxers. Glimpsing the mirror; smudged and cloudy with our sweat I smirk smugly. The assistant returns with the smaller sized trousers Tyler requested just as I close the curtain behind me. He raises an eyebrow in suspicion.

“He needed help.” I smile winningly.

Tyler chooses that moment to come out of the changing room, hair dishevelled and lips swollen. I observe the assistant as he takes in Tyler’s current state, and then watch as his eyes travel behind him spotting the damp mirror. His raised eyebrow makes an impressive dash towards his hairline and my smile increases a few mega-watts.

“Your trousers.” He addresses Tyler, pointedly.

Tyler notices my grin and the assistant’s sceptical expression. I watch his face turn an interesting shade of red before he practically grabs the trousers, mumbling a barely audible “thank you”, and darts back behind the curtain. The assistant mutters a “help, indeed!” and I just manage to stifle my laughter. Eventually Tyler settles on the smaller pair of trousers and we leave the store. I offer the assistant a wink as we exit and take pleasure in his slightly outraged expression.

“That was mortifying.” Tyler groans as make our way home.

“Yeah but it was fun though.” He smiles, half convinced. “Ah come on, it wasn’t that bad. He probably didn’t even realise.” I try.

“Sure. And anyway, you’re supposed to be on your best behaviour after the housing incident.”

I huff. “It’s not my fault they didn’t have a sense of humour.”

He shoots me a look similar to that of the assistant. I grimace, remembering the episode vividly. I’d been having this tit-for-tat joke playing thing with this Ankara escort guy who lived in the same hall as me. He’d managed to convince people I had crabs by putting itching powder in my swimming trunks. It had taken weeks for me to repair the damage that little stunt had done to my reputation. So, being that he’s a raver and often likes to come back at two in the morning with a penchant for making scrambled eggs, I thought egging him would be the perfect punishment. Unfortunately laying in wait in the darkness of the kitchen proved not the best of ideas as when the door opened and I sprung forth hurling eggs by the second; I didn’t see that instead of hitting my intended target I had accidentally waged egg war on the lady sent to inspect our kitchen. Although, I did put forth the extremely logical argument that inspecting someone’s kitchen at two in the morning wasn’t exactly smart. Unsurprisingly, that thought did me no favours. As a result I was removed from halls and had to find accommodation in the private sector. Embarrassing as it was, it was highly useful when it came to repeatedly seducing Tyler and making him scream. No one to hear and no one to complain.

Hurriedly, I decide to change the subject. “So you must really like me if you want me to meet your parents.”

“Well, I didn’t have a choice really.”

I try not to look offended. It doesn’t work. Tyler notices immediately and smiles.

“Don’t look like that. What I mean is that I was on the phone the other day.” He pauses. “Remember when you were cooking?” I nod in affirmation. “Well, my mum asked me where I was because she could hear you singing in the background so I told her. Then she kept asking questions and once my mum latches onto something she won’t let it go. So anyways she managed to wheedle information out of me as she always does and I told her about you and basically she kept on and on about it until eventually I relented and agreed to come for dinner.” He looks at me beseechingly. “It’s not that I don’t want you to meet them, it’s just that I wanted to keep you to myself a little while longer before you met them and decided to run for the hills.”

I laugh, highly amused. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll love them and plus I’m gonna have to work hard to convince them that I deserve you too.”

He lets out a snort and imparts sarcastically. “That should be fun. I can’t wait.”

We reach his place and I smile, watching his long, tapered fingers handling the keys to open the door. Closing it behind us, I wait for him to drop his bags.

“Speaking of waiting I think I could convince you some more.” He raises an eyebrow and I flash him a carnal grin.

“Well I suppose…” He starts slyly. “While we’re waiting…”

I begin divesting us of our clothes, both of us laughing and kissing as we steer toward the bedroom, haplessly falling in a tangle of limbs onto the bed.

~~~*~~~

The day of reckoning arrives and I’m a little nervous but still excited at the prospect of meeting Tyler’s parents. Tyler on the other hand seems tense. At his flat, I find him in a state, cursing everything from the too hot cup of tea to the too small overnight bag. I manage to coax him into his t-shirt and at the same time reassure him that his packing skills are just fine. We’re making progress and he’s calmed down significantly until his trousers decide to play hide and seek. Tyler almost loses it. I’ve never seen him so angry or annoyed before. Instinctively recognising that his imploding is imminent by the tight set of his jaw, the turbulent eyes and the ominous clenching and unclenching of his fists, as not being good signs, I decide to further intervene. Silently leading him to a chair, I make him sit down. Parting his legs and kneeling between his thighs, I tug at his boxers.

“Ares, we really don’t have ti-“

“You need to relax. Lift your arse.”

“We don’t-”

“Now.”

He obeys wordlessly, lifting his arse, allowing me to relieve him of his boxers and pull him to the edge of the chair. He tries to argue again but it dies on his lips when I begin tonguing his balls. He lets out a blissful groan. Stroking my fingers along his smooth thighs, I take care to feather my fingers over the sensitive crease where hip meets thigh. I can sense his body slowly relaxing; feel the tension dissipate as he slumps against the chair, fingers stroking lazy patterns in my hair. Moving my mouth from his fair globes, I replace my fingers at his creases, tonguing each lovingly, and listening reverently to his ever louder groans. Despite my earlier commanding tone I allow him to dictate the pace.

Tugging at my hair he pulls me away from my current preoccupation and forces my head into his crotch. I lick surreptitiously at the dew leaking from him before making eye contact and swallowing the rosy tip. His eyes already hooded from pleasure flutter shut and his jaw slackens. Sucking hard at him, I descend on his thick shaft, torturing him with the wet, heat Ankara escort bayan of my tongue. Pushing further until he’s down my throat, I reach the curly thatch of hair, fragrant with his arousal. Reaching my hand up, I push two of my fingers into his open mouth, revelling in his lips and tongue as they wrap around them, coating them with saliva.

Moving more rapidly I let him vault my mouth up and down his length, enjoying the hot hardness and the sensual sucking of his own mouth on my fingers. Eventually I pull my hand from his mouth and brutally shove the slick digits into his warm, buttery arse. He screams gutturally, eyes shooting open, back arching; pushing more of that wondrous thickness down my throat. Offering him no respite, I curl my fingers over his prostate, tormenting him, pushing for a harsh and explosive climax. My free hand curves into the small of his back, pushing his groin into my face, the entirety of his cock buried in my throat. Rhythmically contracting my oesophagus and roughly manipulating his prostate causes him to explode ferociously. Continuing to abuse his prostate, I move my lips over the head of his cock, suctioning greedily. Fingers in my hair command me back, forcibly pushing my face down so I can again devour his cock to the root. Eventually his fierce shuddering comes to a halt. My mouth cleanses him then releases his shaft and before I can fully react, he slides bonelessly off the chair into my lap. I wrap my hands around him and stroke the blaze of his hair.

“Are you relaxed now or do I have to do that again?”

He buries his face in my neck and I hear a murmured, “Thank you.”

“Now find your trousers or we’re going to be late.”

He moves his face away and looks down, touching a palm to my crotch. He looks at me questioningly.

“But you’re still…”

I kiss him on the nose and swat his rear. “Later.”

We get off our knees and I watch his pert rear as he goes to find his trousers. Three cups of water later, Tyler has acquired his trousers and retrieved his bags allowing us on our way. Stepping out the door carrying his bags, I’m surprised by soft lips at my neck. I shiver and long since felt tingles, run down my spine. I turn around.

“What was that for?”

He blushes and shrugs. He’s so very cute and I entertain the thought of making “later” now; pushing him against the door and ravishing him there but I restrain myself, taking our stuff to the car, leaving him to lock the door.

The drive is pretty much uneventful. Tyler falls asleep and when the traffic slows I watch him, drinking in the beauty of his profile. Taking in his long legs, those extremely dextrous hands, his delicious ruby lips; I marvel at his beautiful freckled fair skin, the dark sweep of his lashes, his crimson hair and suddenly my mind is alive with him. The way he always makes me smile even if I don’t want to, the way he moans and moves beneath me, the way he doesn’t have a bad word to say about anyone, the way I miss him when he’s not with me, curling into a pillow, yearning to locate his fresh, salty scent. The hairs on my neck and arms rise and a tingle starts in my spine, racing its way to my heart infusing it with extra life, giving it extra beat. I love him. Without a shadow of doubt I know. I never want to let him go.

The traffic moves and I’m broken from my reverie but I push my fingers through his hair and whisper it to myself. “I love him.” I whisper in awe. “I love Tyler Everest.” A spurt of joyous laughter leaves me before I can stop it and has the unfortunate effect of disturbing Tyler.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, voice rough after slumber.

“Nothing. According to the SATNAV we’ve got another hour. Go back to sleep.”

He grumbles but within minutes falls back to sleep. I smile and hum. Life is good.

~~~*~~~

“Bunny!”

I watch Tyler squirm uncomfortably as his mother wraps him in a hug, smothering him with kisses.

“Mum.” He warns. “You’re embarrassing me!”

She lets him go and turns her attention to me. Under her scrutinising gaze, I can feel myself blush. Immediately she smiles. She’s very pretty woman with wild blonde hair, big laughing blue eyes and a small heart shaped face. She’s not that tall, only 5″4 or so but she’s curvy in the way that some men like. The only features from which I can guess Tyler is her son are the full lips; the cupid bows of their lips are almost identical.

“Mum, this is Ares. Ares this is my mum.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs Everest.”

“Lovely manners, but its Sarah to you.” She winks at Tyler conspiratorially. “He’s a fine looking man.”

Addressing me, she says, “No wonder Tyler likes you. He never brings anyone home despite all my nagging so you must be special.” She considers me a moment. “It must be all that beautiful white hair you’ve got.”

I run my fingers through it self-consciously. “Thanks, Mrs Everest.”

“Sarah.” She reminds me. “Now come on and have some dinner. Escort Ankara You can meet the rest of the family.” She pauses thoughtful, then grins. “My oldest is going to love you.”

I blush again and hear Tyler let out an exasperated groan. “Mother, please.”

She raises her hands in mock-surrender. “I’m only playing with you.”

I leave my bag in the hallway and follow Tyler to his room.

“You’re mum seems nice. Funny.”

“You haven’t met my dad or my brothers yet.”

“So? I’m sure they’re great.”

Tyler makes a sceptical sound in the back of his throat.

“You worry too much.” I pause for a moment, remembering something. “What did your mum mean about her eldest loving me?”

“You remember me telling you about my brothers?” I nod. “Well my mum’s talking about Alex. You’re definitely his type; green eyes, tall, muscular, a couple years younger than him. More than likely he’ll take a shine to you so I’m warning you from now.”

“I’ll take that into consideration but seeing as I have you to entertain me, I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem.”

Being quick, we shower together and Tyler puts on his new trousers. Since meeting his mum, I find it bit strange he’s bought something so smart.

“Your mum seems really down to earth so why the new trousers?”

“My dad.” He answers drily. “He accepts who I am but if I came in my regular jeans, he’d see it as some kind of gay thing and have to comment.” He mimics a pretentious voice, “Oh, are all the gays wearing those jeans then? Awfully low don’t you think?” Usually this ends with me getting irate so I avoid it where possible, though you do constitute a pretty big kind of ‘gay thing’.”

I laugh at the absurdity and Tyler gives a smile.

“Annoying as he may be though, he’s still my dad and I don’t hold it against him. He never was one for those ‘modern vices’ as he so puts it.”

“He sounds interesting to say the least.” My stomach rumbles suggestively. “I think that’s a hint that it’s dinner time.”

I follow Tyler downstairs and we sit ourselves at the table. Tyler’s mum has made quite a spread. There’s roasted corn-on-the cob, buttery mash, vegetables, juicy pork sausages, mushy peas and fluffy Yorkshire puddings. My mouth waters in anticipation. Sarah’s stirring thick gravy, screaming for Tyler’s dad to come out from his study and for Rael to come out of his room. The doorbell rings and Tyler gets up to answer it. He returns a minute later followed by what I can only describe as a slightly older version of himself. They have the same red hair, the same plump lips and the same bountiful lashes. They only differ in that Alex is maybe 6″4 compared to Tyler’s 6″ frame and his eyes though an identical grey hold more of a roguish, wicked gleam. Those eyes fix on me and his lips curve into a fiendish grin. I stand to greet him.

“And who may I ask is this gorgeous creature?”

Trying not to blush too red at the compliment, I extend my hand whilst Tyler introduces us.

“Ares this is Alex. Alex this is my boyfriend, Ares.”

“Nice to meet you, Alex.”

Alex takes my hand. “Boyfriend, eh? So does that mean he’s off limits?” He winks at me suggestively.

Tyler emphatically retorts, “Yes.”

Sarah, who’s been watching the exchange, intervenes by cuffing Alex around the head and imploring him to stop winding up Tyler. He relents but not before grinning slyly at me as he takes his seat opposite at the table. After a fair bit more screaming from Sarah, Tyler’s dad and Rael join us at the table. Tyler and I stand again.

“Dad, this is Ares. Ares, my dad.”

Again I offer my hand. “It’s an honour to meet you, sir.”

Intense green eyes meet mine and for a second I feel trapped until he offers me his own hand, making me feel slightly less uncomfortable. He seems quite formidable and I’m intimidated by his looming presence. He’s a couple inches taller than Alex and despite him being in his late 40s, he’s only just greying at the temples. He’s very handsome and I’m impressed by how good Tyler will look when he reaches that age.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too; my wife’s been bending my ear for a while now so it’s good to put a name to a face. And there’s no need for sir. It’s Jake.”

Tyler gestures to his brother. “This is Rael. Rael this is Ares.”

We shake hands. Rael is the polar opposite to his brothers and his dad. Instead of the dominant red hair and green eyes, he resembles his mother. He’s got the same oceanic blue eyes as well as the same silky blond hair. He’s about 17 and a couple inches shorter than Tyler. Looking up from under his fringe of blonde hair, he offers me a shy grin.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’ve never met any of Tyler’s other boyfriends before.”

“Hopefully he’ll let me stick around for longer.”

His grin widens and we all sit down for dinner. Jake looks at me.

“So, Ares, are you doing the same degree as Tyler?”

“Yes, History, it’s hard work sometimes but it’ll all be worth it in the end.” He nods.

“So how did you two meet?”

“Umm well… I met him in class and we kind of talked and became friends. Then it kind of went from there really.”

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Claire pulled her dirty blond hair back into a messy ponytail and smoothed the wrinkles out of her tee shirt. Upon boarding the plane, she’d unthinkingly worn shorts; now the chill Alaskan air made her nipples sensitive and erect within her thin bra. Since all of her overshirts were in her checked luggage, there was nothing that could be done but ignore this rather embarrassing situation. She shifted from foot to foot, both nervous and thrilled at the novelty of this new life.

She’d heard from a friend of the family that a captain in Bristol Bay was looking for a deckhand for the summer sockeye salmon run. Claire had called the man, who was apparently impressed with her initiative. That phone interview had sealed her employment, and now here she was, two thousand miles from everyone she knew. Belatedly, Claire realized that she had not even described her appearance, so she did not know how her captain would recognize her when he met her in the airport.

Bearded and energetic young men milled about the small building, all either waiting or thumbing rides to their destinations. These were mostly deckhands like her; the cannery workers would arrive a few weeks later. The air seemed charged with electricity, and she thought she could taste the testosterone that floating all around her.

“Claire Newman?”

When she turned at the querulous tone, Claire did a double-take. The Adonis who had spoken was surely much too young to be her captain. Textured black hair framed his intense face and skimmed the stubbled jaw. A body, firm from effort rather than exercise leaned into hers slightly as he awaited her reply. She was unable to speak for a moment as his dark eyes met her hazel ones. Her questioner’s Ankara escort gaze was as self-assured as his tone implied, and it sent a jolt straight through Claire’s body.

“Yep, that’s me,” she grinned, recovering. When she extended her hand, a confident and calloused grip met it and seemed to hold the handshake for a second longer than was necessary. She knew that that this was all in her head, a product of jet lag and hunger, but even so her breath came shallow. When her tongue ran over her teeth, those deep eyes followed it. It was all in her head.

“Hi, I’m Brent Derrick. My dad’s busy out on the boat, so he had me come out here to meet you.” A sudden grin exposed a row of sharkish teeth and well-worn dimples. He tucked his hair behind one ear and broke their gaze, shuffling his feet.

With one part of her brain, Claire exchanged pleasantries with him – about the flight, her luggage – but a more primitive portion of her thinking still felt his hand within hers, still saw those dimples and pumped blood through her body.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“This will be your room when we’re ashore. It won’t be all that often, but feel free to sleep for as long as you need right now. Jet lag can be a bitch.”

Brent left her quickly, actions not matching the casual tone of his words. Claire watched the fabric of his worn workshirt stretch over shoulder muscles as he went, and wondered what those muscles would look like in action. He left her looking at the doorway, confused, aroused, and tired.

There was a full-length mirror on the inside of the door, which she did not lock. She watched herself now as she undressed. Toned arms pulled off her clothing to reveal a strong, curvaceous Ankara escort bayan body. Her well-formed breasts bounced slightly when she uncupped her bra, but they did not sag. Unthinkingly, she began to stoke her stomach muscles lightly, enjoying the sensation upon her smooth skin. Without restraint, her rose-colored nipples awoke, fully erect with cold and sensuality. At eighteen, her body was more womanly than it had ever been, and the desires of her sex were making themselves known.

When Claire slid naked beneath the sheets, she felt the fabric upon every inch of her body. The memory of Brent’s shirt-clad muscles fresh in her mind, she continued her stroking, bolder now. She shut her eyes and tilted her head back, mind awash with sensation. A low hum escaped her throat as one hand began to work its way deliberately below her bellybutton. She allowed her fingers to explore the thin dusting of pubic hair upon her mound, not yet entering her woman’s valley. This was all too new to her, having bypassed relationships for the sake of a scholarship. Now, she began to understand what her girlfriends talked about when they shared stories of their boyfriends and the things they did.

Claire’s left hand traced her nipples, moving from one breast to the other with slow regularity. She began to run the fingers of her right hand over her thigh deliberately, taking the time to fully enjoy the effect upon her heating cunt. She had never been so ready, so in heat in her life. Here she was, naked in a strange bed, where an intensely attractive man may walk in on her at any moment. Her hum turned to a low moan.

When she slipped her index finger between the lips of her labia, the moan became a gasp. Escort Ankara Her tongue flicked out of her mouth as she imagined licking Brent’s thighs. In a slow rhythm, she angled her index finger into her slippery cunthole and began to tease the opening. She placed her palm against her clitoris and rocked against it, breathing heavily at the dual sensation. Her left hand now raced around her straining nipples, although in Claire’s mind, Brent’s tongue caused her this pleasure. In and out her finger slid each time venturing deeper and deeper into Claire’s virgin hole. Her inhales were now gasps and her exhales moans.

Suddenly, Claire thrust her cunt against both index and middle fingers, hungry to fill her lust. Her left hand slid down to her clit, rubbing it in circles as her right hand filled her hole. She pumped against herself, shaking her head from side to side as wave after wave of sensation washed over her. Juices covered both hands and began to drip deliciously down to her quivering asshole.

“Ohhh….Mmm. Yes, yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes yes yes yesyes,” Claire hissed to herself and her imaginary lover as her hands began to move faster. She was writhing in the sheets now, uncaring – hoping – that someone might hear her. As rising sensations commanded her to fuck herself as fast as she could she furiously rubbed her clit. “Ohh…God! Mmm….God, yes.” She suddenly thrust as deeply as she could as her cunt began to pucker and clench her fingers. The orgasm came so suddenly that she arched her back and bit the pillow to keep from crying out. Juice dripped between her fingers and onto the sheets as her breathing slowed and the liquid sensation of afterglow coursed through her veins.

She licked her fingers, imagining she was kissing the taste off Brent’s lips. A smile settled as comfortably onto her tired face as the rays of the morning sun settled upon the walls. Once her breathing and heart-rate slowed, she slept.

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Twenty five minutes later, four of the six people that had traveled back from the Christmas ball in my husband’s car were in the lounge of Phil and Dave’s flat. I had been surprised that anyone had taken up my suggestion; what with all the suspicious looks floating about and the unspoken insinuations…Still, since I had fucked two of my husband’s friends on the backseat of his car whilst he drove us home, I was hardly in a position to feel offended.

In fact, Kim had been the only one who had needed any convincing. Dave and Phil were always ready for a stoning session, and I knew my husband had been gearing up for it ever since leaving the party. Geoff was game for anything since burying his prick inside me a short while ago and no doubt welcomed the opportunity of a less restrained performance, especially after I had winked suggestively at him whilst making the proposal.

Kim had complained as usual, and Jas had offered to drive both of them home, but Geoff had said it was good of him to have brought them this far, and since it was just around the corner it wouldn’t hurt them to walk home. It would also be rude of them not to accept a quick coffee before heading off, I had heard him add to his wife.

At first, there had been a slightly strained atmosphere in the flat. Dave had rushed off to make a round of drinks, and Phil had immediately set about the task of rolling a huge joint. Kim had excused herself and made her way to the bathroom, and I had offered to help Dave with the drinks, leaving my husband and Geoff in the lounge with Phil.

After the drinks were made and Dave and I had carried the steaming mugs through to the lounge, the first joint of the evening was already half smoked, with Jas puffing heartily on it as I walked in through the door. Kim had returned from the bathroom and sat on the sofa next to her husband. Over the next few minutes, the atmosphere relaxed considerably as a thick blue haze permeated the small room, and uncharacteristically, I even indulged in a few puffs of weed myself.

After a short while, I had excused myself and made a quick trip to the bathroom, primarily to clean the thick mess of drying cum from between my legs. It was at that moment, sitting astride the toilet and wiping with a tissue at my hairless crotch that my life as I had previously known it changed immeasurably – precipitated by a single soft knock on the bathroom door. Jumping slightly, I dropped the tissue that I was holding into the toilet.

“Who is it?” I had asked.

“It’s me.” Jas’ voice said softly from the other side. “Can I come in?”

Fearing the confrontation that I knew was inevitable, I took a breath and steeled myself.

“Sure…It’s open.” Even as I replied, the door swung open and Jas entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I forced a smile, and turned to flush the chain starting to rise at the same time. Gently he took my hand and softly pushed me back onto the toilet before seating himself on the bath’s edge beside me.

“It’s ok,” he said quietly… “Stay there a minute.” He paused, holding my hand and looking into my eyes. Nervous that the guilt I felt would be all too evident, I avoided his gaze, looking down towards the floor, until eventually he spoke,

“Did what I think happened; really happen?” He asked confirming my fears.

For several seconds I sat silently, refusing to meet his eyes with mine. My mind was in turmoil, what could I say to him…What should I say to him? When I had left the car, I had been filled with the euphoria of the moment, but now the grim reality was upon me and my nerve was forsaking me. I knew that I wouldn’t lie to him, he wouldn’t believe me anyhow, but how could I tell him what had happened. It seemed like forever passed before I could force my lips to move, and when they did a single word left my mouth in a whisper,

“Yes.”

Initially, my reply was greeted with silence. Eventually I had to look at him, the need to gauge his reaction overwhelming my desire to stare at the floor in shame. His eyes were still locked onto mine, but his face did not betray the anger that I was expecting. There was emotion there but I couldn’t be sure what he was thinking, perhaps shock or disappointment maybe.

“You had sex…with Geoff.” He confirmed.

Again, I hesitated before responding.

“And Dave,” I muttered finally.

“And Dave!” he repeated raising both eyebrows in surprise.

“Yes, but he doesn’t know Jas, he was asleep and I was so turned on because of what you said and I was drunk and horny and Dave was fast asleep and I was sitting on him…” I realized I was babbling, but the floodgates had burst open and suddenly I felt the need to explain myself and make him understand. Looking at him with earnest, I spent the next few minutes blurting out everything that had happened; barely pausing for breath before each mouthful came pouring out until finally the whole story was told and all I could do was sit and wait Ankara escort for the explosion.

A minute passed as I watched his face for an indication of what to expect. His eyes had left mine a long time before, and as I recounted the whole affair, he had stared almost sightlessly at the spot where our hands lay together in my lap. Finally, I couldn’t stand the silence any longer,

“Jas…I’m so sorry,” I started, “I don’t know what came over me, it didn’t mean anything, and it was just…” My voice trailed off as he raised his head to look at me and lifting a finger, gently pressed it against my lips.

“Shush.” He said quietly, “Its ok babe I’m not mad at all.”

“You’re not!” I exclaimed, uncertain whether to believe him.

“Not at all babe…” He said quietly. “I’ve fantasized about you with other men many times. I just never thought you’d actually do it. When I thought about you fucking Geoff though, it turned me on no end.”

“It did!” I asked incredulously, my voice raising an octave as my own eyebrows lifted.

“Hell yeah it did.” Jas smiled at me kindly. “It’s just I never suspected that you’d screwed Dave too.” Now he grinned at me mischievously, “You really reckon he had no idea?”

“None whatsoever,” I replied with certainty. “He was doped up to the eyeballs and snoring his head off in my ear.”

Jas chuckled. “Poor bugger, if only he’d known what he was missing…”

I laughed candidly and for the first time since entering the flat, a heavy weight was suddenly vanquished from my shoulders.

“He didn’t miss a lot.” I smiled crudely. “He shot his load in about two minutes flat…that’s why I had to move on to Geoff!”

Jas chuckled again.

“You horny devil you…I still can’t believe Geoff had the nerve to do it right there with me in the car.”

I grimaced,

“Well…to be fair, he’d have to have been a saint not to…I did lay it on pretty thick.”

Jas looked thoughtful.

“What about Dave…You reckon he would’ve gone for it if he’d been awake?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Maybe I guess…if the timing was right.”

“What about tonight?” Jas asked.

“What about tonight.” I repeated suspiciously.

“Well…do you think you could make Dave shag you tonight with me in the room?” He smiled at me slyly.

Hesitantly, I considered the idea. Knowing Dave as the happy-go-lucky stoner he was, I’d have said there was a chance he could be convinced. But this opened up a whole new ball game. It was one thing to be unfaithful, it was something else to be unfaithful with your unknowing husband in the same car, but to fuck his friend in the same room with Jas very knowingly looking on…that was something else altogether.

“Aw, I don’t know Jas,” I replied uneasily.

“What…you don’t know if he’d go for it…or you don’t know if you’d want to?” He pressed.

“I don’t know if it’d be a good idea.” I replied.

For several seconds Jas gazed over at me fondly, before leaning over and gently kissing my forehead.

“Have I mentioned how gorgeous you are?” He said smiling roguishly as his hand came to rest on my knee.

“You might have mentioned it – once or twice…Not nearly enough though!” I replied smiling back as his long fingers disappeared beneath the hem of my dress.

“Well my gorgeous wife…if you can convince Dave to shag you whilst I sit in the same room and without letting on that I know…I’m going to let every man in the room fuck every orifice you have – and I’m going to be first in the queue!” Gently his hand slipped between my legs, sliding easily into the readily moistening lips of my pussy until his fingers were buried to the knuckles inside my warm hole.

“I don’t know Jas.” I whispered, shivering at his touch… “It’s late, and everyone is stoned.” Slowly, he pressed his fingers deep inside me, curling them at the ends to rub against the ribbed flesh of my g-spot.

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to work your magic.” he breathed, brushing his lips against my earlobe, before slowly, inexorably pulling his fingers from my drenched cavity. Rising, he stooped to kiss my forehead again before turning and leaving the room.

And so it was that four of the six people that had traveled back from the Christmas ball in my husband’s car were in the lounge twenty five minutes after arriving at the flat. Of the six, only two people in the house were aware of the evening’s itinerary. One was already returning to the lounge and as I sat in the bathroom fingering my sodden pussy, I was flushed with excitement and eager to let the evening commence.

****

When I stepped into the lounge five minutes later Jas was just accepting the stub end of a joint from Geoff. He winked at me as I entered, before taking a deep puff and exhaling the intoxicating smoke into the room. Glancing around, I saw that Kim occupied one of the single recliners at the far end of the lounge. With the footrest fully Ankara escort bayan extended she rested almost horizontally, her eyes closed and her ample chest heaving as she snored softly. To her left, Geoff and my husband occupied the two-seater sofa. Phil sat on the floor, his back resting between the two men as he dutifully rolled the next joint. Dave was sitting in the chair nearest the door that I had entered through, drawing heavily on a freshly rolled joint. In the centre of the room, a couple of games console pads lay abandoned on the floor and a stereo in the corner was playing chill-out tunes at a sociable volume.

I passed through the room and into the kitchen to retrieve my half-drunk bottle of wine before returning to the lounge. Standing in the doorway I took a deep swig from the bottle and glanced calculatingly at Dave. He was one of Jas’ best friends. Reliable and solid – I knew that, even stoned, it would be a challenge to make him fuck me, at least without Jas’ approval. Simply coming onto him was not going to work…What I needed to do was arouse him first, innocently and beyond all reasoning – that of course was not going to be easy, it would mean exposing him to all of my female charms, and since he was unlikely in his stoned state to leave his chair – that would mean exposing myself to the entire room. Still, Jas had promised me a fuck from each guy present, so exposing myself was trivial by comparison, and recalling Dave’s fat prick embedded between my legs gave me all the incentive I required.

Feigning drunkenness, I crossed the room on unsteady legs stopping by the console controllers. With my back to Dave, I stooped from the waist…and struggling to reach the floor I spread my legs, bending at the knee only slightly to allow my hands to grasp one of the disused pads. It was an age old ploy but I knew that, even in his state – loyalties aside, Dave’s eyes would be fixated on my ass as the thin material of my dress clung to my body like a second skin. The move was by no means the hook, but it set the seed.

Standing, I sauntered over to the games console and turned it on. In the centre of the room I dropped to the floor, lying on my front with my dress hitched high up on my thighs. On the sofa, Jas chatted to Phil as another joint was lit. Behind me I knew that Dave would be enjoying the view of my shapely legs until they disappeared, just shy of my ass cheeks beneath the hem of my dress. Pressing the start button a starting grid appeared and I waited as a set of traffic lights changed from red to green. Pressing the buttons I watched as my car hurtled along at the centre of the screen and twisting my body into line as each bend appeared, I noted with satisfaction the gradual upward movement of my hem line until I felt the material clear the smooth hump of my buttocks. From this moment onwards I was aware that not only would every person in the room be able to see that I was not wearing panties, but those behind me or to the side would clearly see the shaven entrance to my pussy. Around me, the room had descended into silence as four sets of eyes admired the flaunting before them; my only concern was that the juices flooding my shameless vagina were not oozing from between my lips and giving my game away.

I allowed myself a few more twists and bends before my car crashed and I raised my legs at the knee, briefly spreading the delicate folds of my slit, before kicking the ground petulantly. Chucking the controller to the ground, I dug my knees into the carpet and lifted myself upright. Tugging my dress down until my large breasts practically fell from the deep ‘v’ of my plunging neckline I casually meandered over to stand in front of Dave’s chair just as he lit another joint and I held out my hand expectantly. Dutifully, Dave passed me the joint and I took a deep puff before dropping it into his lap. Appearing horrified I stooped hastily to retrieve it, ensuring that my heavy tits threatened to burst from the confines of my dress as I did so. Recovering it with one hand, I was pleased to discover the noticeable bulge of his erection as I brushed the burning ash from his crotch with the other. When I was done, I dropped myself apologetically beside him onto the arm of his chair and offered him my wine bottle which, he politely accepted.

I decided not to push things. The seed had been sown but needed time to germinate, so over the next fifteen minutes or so I remained perched at Dave’s side sharing his joints and joining in with the conversations around the room. Over time I flirted subtly with him and allowed myself to slip gradually closer to him, until I was resting more on Dave than on the chair. Occasionally, when I was speaking and laughing with Dave and my body was turned to him with my attention on him, I would allow one tit or the other to slip from the neckline of my dress, acting as though I hadn’t noticed until absently adjusting my dress a short while later to jog it back into place. Casting a furtive eye to Escort Ankara his groin every now and then, I was pleased to note his visible protuberance was now all but constant.

At one point he got up and headed for the bathroom and I slid into his chair to enjoy the last of the joint that he left with me. On the sofa Geoff was in animated conversation with Phil over some car or other as he drew on yet another spliff. Kim still slept in the recliner across the room, and Jas had retrieved my discarded games controller and was tearing through the streets of some city. Sensing my gaze he glanced over and grinned at me before fixing his attention back on the screen.

When Dave returned there was a somewhat puzzled look on his face and I smiled inwardly as I jumped up from his seat, certain that he had discovered the creamy deposits in his boxer shorts that remained after his slumbering journey back to the flat. Sitting back down, he smiled at me as I grabbed the second controller and, abandoning the arm, settled directly into his lap. Whilst I waited for Jas to finish his game I leaned back against Dave staring passively at the screen and enjoying a soft soul remix of my favorite tune. Beneath my ass, I could tell that his erection had diminished since his trip to the bathroom. Unconcerned, I allowed myself a quiet moment of indulgence as I contemplated what I intended to do with excited anticipation, assured in the knowledge that in short order his cock would be straining for release with keen fervor. I already knew that when the time came he would slip inside me like a knife through butter; since the moment I had left the bathroom my pussy had remained sopping wet with expectation.

When the new game started I joined Jas in multiplayer mode. As my car sped through the dusty corners of a desert track I was waving the controller wildly in the air and wriggling my ass back and forth over Dave’s cock, grinding down onto his rapidly growing member as my tires screeched through each turn. I knew that my animated performance was having the desired effect on him when he subtly adjusted his position so that his stiffening prick fell into the narrow cleft between my ass cheeks.

Just then Phil struggled upright.

“Anyone want another drink?” He asked, levering himself from the lounge floor using the edge of the sofa. He was greeted with a chorus of refusals as he made his way to the kitchen on unsteady legs forcing me to crash as he crossed in front of the screen. Sulkily I thrust the controller at Geoff.

“Here…see if you have more luck.” I leaned forward as far as I could stretch offering him a fantastic view of my tits and reveling in the look of desire that was etched into his face as he stared at my pale globes. Enjoying the kind of attention that in the past would have offended me I figured there was no harm in keeping him sweet for later and I smiled sexily at him. I couldn’t believe how much of a slut I was behaving.

The passed few hours had triggered a precipitous transformation from a fairly regular albeit highly sexed woman, into a wanton harlot that was willing to do anything to fill her pussy with as much hard cock as possible. As my attention drifted around the room taking in each of its occupants in turn, I realized that in my minds eye I was no longer seeing these people as individuals, but as large walking phalluses present for one reason alone – to fulfill my licentious desire. Even as my gaze fell on the sleeping form of Kim I couldn’t help admiring her huge chest as it heaved in the semi-dark and fleetingly I found myself wondering what it would be like to have sex with a woman.

Content that I had allowed Dave ample opportunity to appreciate my raised ass as I prostrated myself in his lap I sat upright with my back to him. Beneath me, his cock pressed firmly against my hot pussy – as hard as it would ever be. I feigned a show of shuffling about on his knees in an attempt to dislodge some unseen source of discomfort, which Dave would realize was his hard prick digging into me. I felt him shift beneath me, no doubt with some measure of embarrassment, but before he could dislodge the swollen member himself, I lifted my ass and dug my hands into the gap between us.

“Have you got your wallet in your pocket Dave?” I asked innocently, just as my fingers found and closed around the thick intrusion. “Oh my,” I purred, cupping his huge package. “Am I imagining it? Or is somebody pleased to see me?” Twisting in his lap I kept my hands between our two bodies and gently stroked his hard cock through his trousers, resting my head on his shoulder as I turned my back to the room to gaze up at him demurely.

He cast an uneasy eye towards my husband, but Jas’ attention appeared to be absorbed in pursuing Geoff around the track.

“I’m sorry Kate,” he muttered awkwardly, “it’s er…well, it’s been a while is all.” I chuckled inwardly at the inaccuracy of his statement, but outwardly I affected a pained look,

“Aw Dave, and there was me thinking you found me arousing.”

“Oh I do,” he blurted, then frowned anxiously, “I mean er…Well, that is…I er…You know…Who wouldn’t,” he stammered finally, glancing again at Jas. “But…”

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It was September, which means Football Sunday. Ever since I was ten years old and started watching football with my dad, there had been Football Sunday. That meant sitting in front of the television watching your favorite team. Chips, drinks and whatever else you wanted. In college and now in real life, I’ve had friends over to watch my beloved Cincinnati Bengals crash and burn on another Sunday. This year, it was different, though. My Bungles had shown some flashes of greatness this season, so I was feeling a little more confident then the guys came over.

High fives were exchanged as Kyle, Josh and Luke came over and made themselves at home. I grabbed drinks out of the kitchen and had Becca bring some of the food. Ashley wasn’t at home because she hates football. I forgive her that one cardinal sin just because she’s so damn hot.

The guys settled in and we rearranged the furniture so everyone got a good view of the television. We pulled the coffee table closer for easy access to drinks and food. I grabbed the remote and hit the power button a few minutes before the game started, catching some of the pre game analysis. We talked about work and this and that. Just before the coin toss, we had to make our game day wager. It was always something like the loser washed the winners’ cars or some such. During last years Super Bowl, Josh had made what the rest of us thought was a stupid bet and ended up having to walk around the neighborhood, in January, in only a thong singing “It’s Raining Men” by the Weather Girls. Now THAT was quite amusing. Especially since the rest of us followed him in a car honking the horn.

Well, we started with the usual stuff, like lunch for the winner(s), washing vehicles, cooking dinner (for those of us who could cook). During the banter that always went on, I noticed that Kyle hadn’t said much. “K, you all right, man?” He nodded and I followed his gaze, where I saw Becca in the other room tidying up. “What? You want to hook up with her or something?” He almost blushed and looked at me. I saw something flash in his eyes. I had no idea what it was, but I was sure I’d find out shortly.

Kyle took a minute to collect his thoughts. He huddled with Josh and Luke, presenting a plan of some kind. They agreed and Kyle elected himself spokesman. We went out to the kitchen and he presented his option to me. “Okay, dude, here’s the deal we want. You’re rooting for the Bengals and we’re cheering for the Browns. Browns lose, we go in together and get you that big screen plasma TV you want.”

‘Wow,’ I thought. ‘They have something big in mind.’ I looked at him suspiciously. “Okay, I’ll consider that. What if the Bengals lose?” Kyle licked his lips and looked at me nervously.

“If the Bengals lose and it’s cool with you, me and the guys want to…you know…take turns with Becca out there.” I tilted my head, having been completely taken by surprise with that one. One thing I have NEVER done and never would do would be to try to make Ashley or Becca do anything without their consent. Granted, early in our relationship, Ashley and I learned that Becca was slightly submissive, but there was a limit to the things she would do.

“I’ll have to talk to her about it. You know I won’t agree to that without discussing it with her first.” Kyle nodded and then went back to the living room as I went to the dining room to talk to Becca. “Hey, Becks. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Becca turned around and nodded, wondering what was going on. I guessed that she knew we had been talking about her, but I don’t think she knew what we were talking about. “Okay, Becks, here’s the deal. Feel free to say no, because I wouldn’t promise you to be involved. You know how the guys and I make a bet on the game every Sunday? Well, what they want as their part Ankara bayan escort of the bet is if they win, they get…you. Not permanent like, but you know, for the afternoon. What do you think?”

She opened her mouth to say something and then shut it again. I could see the wheels turning in her head. I knew she had had multiple partners in the past, even before Ashley and me, but I didn’t know if she’d want to take on three guys at the same time with me watching, no less. She peeked around me into the other room, where the guys were watching the game, though I knew Kyle, if not the other two, were at least paying some attention to us. She chewed on her bottom lip, something that made me want to take her right there, even with the guys in the other room.

She took a vote with herself and decided something. She smiled and said, “I have a slightly different idea…Master.” She didn’t call me that very often and it was mostly said in humor when she did. I chuckled and leaned way down so she could whisper in my ear. I smiled at her and nodded. I took her by the hand and we walked into the living room, entering just as the game went to commercial.

“What’s the score, guys?” They told me three nothing Browns. I shrugged. “Oh well. I’ll let you know that Becca and I have discussed your proposition and we’ve come up with something slightly different, but in the same vein.” They looked at me like I had a trick up my sleeve, so I raised a hand to calm them. “Here’s the deal. If the Bengals lose, Becca here will give all three of you and myself, of course, blow jobs. And, if you’re lucky, she’ll let you cum on her. Does that sound fair?”

All three of them gulped at the same time, not believing that something like this could possibly happen. I chuckled and settled into my chair and patted Becca on the behind. She smiled at me and hurried up stairs. They guys looked at me and I told them that she’d be right back. The guys turned back and the game came back on. We watched the next couple of series and that was probably the last good look at the game the guys got until the last thirty seconds or so.

The Bengals had just taken the ball back on a fumble recovery when we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Since the game was going to a commercial, we all looked at the stairs and I watched as three jaws dropped. Becca came down the stairs in bare feet and wearing the tightest pair of shorts in the house, of course with no panties. She had on a Bengals jersey I had gotten her as a joke. She had slit it up the front and tied it into a knot under her large breasts, which were not being held in by a bra. We all watched her jiggle her way over to my seat and sit on my lap. I turned back to the TV, a twinging in my groin. I could feel the stares that I was getting. I just smiled and watched the game.

The game was quite close up till the very end. Every time the Bengals scored, which was fairly often given that this was Cincinnati, Becca would leap off my lap and jump up and down cheering. I think by the time the two-minute warning sounded in the fourth quarter, none of us were watching the game any more. We were all hoping Cincy would score, just so we could watch Becca’s massive mounds bounce up and down again.

The game came down to a fifty-three yard field goal for Cleveland. The stat block came up and we read, along with the commentator, that the Cleveland kicker hadn’t made a field goal of this distance all season and that his career longest was only one yard longer than the kick he was trying to make now. In spite of ourselves, we were all leaning forward, watching intently, as if we could make the kicker miss or make it, depending on which team we rooted for.

The ball was snapped and the kicker put everything he had into it. You could see the flags Escort bayan Ankara on the goal posts and there was no wind. It was a straight shot, but did it have enough on it to make the crossbar? We all started yelling at once, Becca and I yelling no and the guys saying yes. We couldn’t tell from the angle the camera used, so we all froze waiting for another shot. The cross bar camera showed us, in slow motion, the ball making it over the crossbar by MAYBE three inches.

Kyle, Josh and Luke all jumped up and started cheering. Becca looked at me, a little fear in her eyes. I kissed her cheek and whispered to her that everything would be okay. She just had to give me the signal and I’d end everything right then. She had been with us long enough to know I wasn’t joking around. She nodded and waited on my lap as the guys settled down. Once they did, they remembered that they won more than bragging rights and turned and looked at me. I nodded to Becca and she stood up, her head toward the floor, her hands together in front of her. I stood in front of her and looked every one in the eye.

“Okay, guys. You won fair and square. There are, however, some ground rules. You break any of them, I break you and this whole thing is over. Got me?” Nods all around. “Good. I don’t want this to end up ugly. Rule number one is that if Becca says no to something, then you don’t do it. You don’t do ANY thing without her telling you to. Rule number two is that you follow Rule Number one explicitly. Any questions?” There were none, just like I thought. I stepped out from in front of Becca and smiled at her.

The guys, for all the bragging they had ever done, weren’t sure how to start. Becca looked up at them and smiled, no one moving. I rolled my eyes and made motions behind the guys’ back for her to play with her boobs. She giggled just a little and began running the tips of her fingers over her nipples. Now, I don’t care what tests have proved about women with large breasts, Becca has extremely sensitive nipples. It took about a second and a half of rubbing before we could see them through the material of her jersey. She closed her eyes and I could see her lips open slightly. I could also tell that the guys were getting aroused in a hurry. Josh was rubbing himself through his pants and Kyle had his hand in his pants already. Luke was the only one playing it cool. He walked up to her and kissed her, which she gladly accepted. Becca reached down and started feeling Luke’s cock through his pants. I heard him let out a small moan and Becca looked down, her eyes getting big. I stepped aside far enough to see a large bulge in the front of his pants.

Becca took a deep breath and undid the zipper on Luke’s pants and pulled them down. She gasped as she could see the head of his dick sticking out from the leg of his boxers. She looked up at Luke and he touched her face with his hand. She pulled his boxers down, knowing what he had, but still not able to believe it. Not even completely hard and he had to be seven inches already. Becca took it in her hand and gave it a couple of tugs, getting it really stiff. Once that was accomplished, she took the head in her mouth, which was almost too small to allow access to that monster, a full ten inches long and had to be five inches around.

Josh and Kyle now had their cocks out, both smaller than Luke or myself, who measures on the generous side of average, but still a decent size. They were stroking themselves until Becca noticed them, but she was otherwise occupied with something. Becca was bobbing her head up and down about half of Luke’s shaft, both of her small hands fitting in the space between her mouth and his balls. She took a deep breath through her nose and lunged further onto his rod, getting about seven inches in her mouth. She Bayan escort Ankara tilted her head back slightly and I could see her throat bulge slightly from the head of Luke’s cock. She pulled it back out and inhaled quickly, getting her breath back. As she came up for air, she noticed Kyle and Josh and motioned for them to come over to her.

They stepped up on either side of Luke, both taking off their clothes as they came over. What happened next can only be described as poetry in motion. The way Becca coordinated her mouth and hand movements, no one was left without contact for more than a second. One second, she had Kyle in her mouth and Luke and Josh in her hands only to switch her mouth to Josh and flip her hands to take both Kyle and Luke. I stood there watching all of this happen in my living room for what had to be twenty minutes. Finally, I could tell that the guys were getting close and that Becca was getting tired.

She looked from one set of eyes to the other and then took control. “I want you three to jerk off those beasts and cum all over me. My face, my tits…wherever you want. You just have to tell me when you’re cumming.” All three started beating off like it was the last chance they were ever going to get.

Josh was the first to announce his intention. Becca held up her breasts and squeezed them together. Josh’s arm was a blur as he jerked like mad. He grunted and we all saw a white stream leap out and smack into Becca’s chin, dripping down onto her boobs. The next shot hit her cheek and running down like water. Josh moved closer and started wiping his cock across her lips, coating them with the last of his cum.

Kyle stepped up next, aiming for Becca’s tits. He shot his load all over them, groaning loudly and then fucking Becca’s boobs as he finished cumming. He released his cock from her tits and stood up and smacked his cock head against Becca’s cheek a couple of times before she turned her mouth and took his head into it and sucked his balls dry.

Luke moved forward next, stroking his beast hard. Its head was an angry purple color. Becca looked a little apprehensive as Luke held his side of beef over her face. He stopped stroking and told Becca to lie down on her back. She looked over at me and I shrugged, not sure what he was doing. She nodded and lay down. Luke straddled her stomach and held the head of his big one at boob level. He reached down and put both of Becca’s hands around it and told her to hold her hands still. She held as still as possible as he started fucking her hands. About this point, I noticed that her hands didn’t quite fit all the way around the shaft of Luke’s cock.

He kept this up for several minutes until he mumbled something to Becca and she opened her mouth. The first blast of his cum covered her face from chin to her hair. The rest dripped from his bulbous cock head, landing in Becca’s mouth. She swallowed most of it, only a little leaking out of the corner of her mouth. Luke hadn’t moved, trying to catch his breath. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and grabbed his pants. The guys packed away their baggage and we all said our ‘see you laters.’

I stepped back into the living room and found Becca still laying on her back on the floor, her upper body covered with cum. She wiped a little jism from her eyes and smiled up at me. I looked down at her and chuckled. She licked a blob of cum from her lips and swallowed it. I knelt down and helped her into a sitting position. She looked down at herself and laughed, only to stop when I had pulled out my own throbbing cock and began stroking it over her face and head.

“Hey,” she started. “This wasn’t part of the deal.” I stopped stroking, leaving my dick twitching in the air over her head. “Okay,” I responded. “If you really want, I’ll stop.” She looked into my eyes and smiled and raised herself into a kneeling position. “Yeah, I want you to stop so I can handle it myself.”

She licked the helmet of my rod and laughed a cute little laugh. “So…are the guys coming over next week too?”

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Even as I pounded my raging hard cock into her tight pussy, I found myself wondering if it was for real. I mean right over there next to her, pinching and pulling at the hard nipples of this hot little slut and urging me on as I fucked her was her mom… the woman I had married only a couple of months earlier. But that same mom was now demanding that I punish her daughter, my step-daughter now, severely for dressing like such a slut.

Here she was, her ankles and wrists spread wide and tied to the bed posts above her head so that her pussy was as exposed and helpless as much as it possibly could be and my big cock was giving that tight little hole – her slut hole as her mom called it – no mercy. The feelings of primal lust that I was feeling I blamed on the girl, and I took my anger out on her for making me so aroused.

I wrapped my hands around her throat and choked her slightly as I fucked her harder and harder. She didn’t notice, though. She had her head thrown back and was moaning like a cheap whore as she came. This little slut was being punished for making me want her so badly. Her pussy was getting no mercy from me.

To back up a little bit, I had actually met my wife Diana through this same girl, her daughter, Crissy. I am a science teacher and Crissy was in my class. Being the normal, red-blooded male that I am, Crissy had attracted my attention just like she attracted the attention of every boy at school.

She was the epitome of the high school slut with long blonde hair, a cute face, pretty blue eyes, and a body that looked like it was custom designed for fucking. She seemed to know instinctively that she didn’t need to worry about working hard, that boys (or men) would always be there for her. So, instead she seemed to concentrate on finding the tightest and most revealing clothes money could buy. It was not at all unusual for her to show up in a skirt that barely covered that hot ass of hers and a stretch top that barely contained her large tits. Best of all, her tiny little frame made her look more like 16 years old instead of 18.

Anyways, Diana was much like her so when I met her at parent-teacher conference I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or, more exactly, I couldn’t stop thinking about those great tits that were almost falling out of her tight little dress. I called her a few days later and we started dating. Diana was so hot and so fun that we were married within a year.

Looking back at that time, I maybe should have seen what was coming. Diana loved to come dressed up like a school girl to my classroom after the students had left and play fantasies with me as her teacher. She would always cum the hardest when I would push her over my desk, flip up her little skirt, and take her from behind.

As I fucked her, Diana would often act like she was pleading with me to stop, saying things like, “I won’t be such a slut anymore, Mr. Richards.” Or, “I won’t play with my pussy in class anymore.” Basically, anything to make me want to slam into her even harder until we both would have explosive orgasms. As I fucked her, I wondered if her own teachers from high school had taken her in this same way. My guess was that more than one lucky guy had fucked her when she was a teenager.

Another of her fantasies was to act like I was her father. Sometimes when we were fucking, she’d whisper into my ear things like, “Oh, Daddy! Do it harder. Fuck my tight little pussy.” I would get very turned on, but I again wondered if her father had taken advantage of her when she was young.

I got into the fantasy as well, slapping her ass as I fucked her from behind and telling her that “Daddy’s little girl has been bad today.” She would grab her ass with both hands, spread open her pussy and urge her “Daddy” to teach her a lesson.

Within the first weeks of us being married, Diana started laying the groundwork for even more to come. Crissy would come home in the evening and right away Diana would make her come tell us where she’d been. More than once, my guess was that she had been on her knees sucking on some lucky boy’s cock since her lipstick was a little smeared and her hair was messed up more than usual. Other times I imagined that she had just been fucked by one or more of the boys that flocked around her all the time. Her mom only fed my imagination.

“Just look at her,” she would say. “Have you ever seen such a little tramp?” And look I did, admiring her tits barely contained in short little tops and letting my eyes run up and down her sexy legs and across her hot ass. Crissy would just smile and tell her mom to be quiet. “Look at that top, if she jumped up and down a couple of times her tits would probably fly right out,” her mom would say. “And if she bent over even the smallest amount, you could see right up under that little skirt of hers. I’ll bet she’s not even wearing panties.”

No sooner would Crissy leave the room, than Diana would be ready for some action. Often, she’d Ankara escort slide to the floor in front of me, pull out my cock, and start giving me one of her expert blowjobs. Even as she did, she would return to the subject of her daughter. “Do you think she sucked off that boy Tony’s cock?” she’d say and as she did she would run her tongue over my cock and look into my eyes. “Crissy’s such a little slut, don’t you think? I’ll bet she did it. Just like this.” Then Diana would start bobbing her head up and down hungrily and pump my hard rod with her hand.

At those moments, my mind was a total confusion – aware that it was Diana working on my cock but imagining very easily that it was Crissy. Sometimes Diana would push me over the top by returning to her father fantasy and pretending she was Crissy. “Does Daddy want to cum all over his little girl’s face?” she’d say as she pumped my cock with her hands, inches from her mouth. “Shoot his load on his naughty little slut just like Tony did?” She wouldn’t stop until my cum was shooting onto her face, tits, hair, or anywhere else it happened to land. After I blasted her face, she would hungrily take me back into her mouth and suck me clean.

Crissy was no better. One time when I got a little mad at her for something, she immediately put on this pouty, innocent girl act. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said. “Please don’t get mad at me. You know I’m Daddy’s girl.” She put her arms up around my neck and hugged me, pressing those nice big tits into my chest, and gave me a little kiss. Then she turned away and pretended like the whole thing was no big deal, even though I don’t think she could have missed the fact that my cock had grown hard from her display and her touch.

Another time, I was home alone with her for a weekend. It was almost a non-stop teasing session for her. Every chance she got, she made sure I had a nice look at her. She wore no bra all weekend and the tightest tops possible to make sure her hard nipples and nice tits were fully visible. She took every opportunity to bend over in front of me or stretch herself out to my view, even asking me to help her wash her car so that she could get all wet until her T-shirt was nearly see-through.

The most arousing of all, though, was when I came home one day and heard some sounds from my bedroom. I walked toward the door and saw her there on my own bed with her legs spread wide and a big vibrator shoved up her pussy. “Oh yes, that’s what a bad girl likes. Do it harder,” she groaned. Her eyes were closed so I watched as she pleasured herself. “Do it like you do to Mommy,” she was saying. “Just like that, do it to me! Fuck it hard!” she screamed and then she came really hard.

So, that brings me back to tonight. Diana and Crissy had been out shopping earlier. They came home and Diana was obviously angry about something. She was still yelling at Crissy, and from what I gathered it was about her latest choice of clothes. “You will not leave this house wearing that outfit,” her mom yelled to her as she went upstairs to her room. I didn’t want to stir up her anger any more, so I didn’t say anything to Diana. She muttered something to me about how young girls shouldn’t dress like street whores, then she went to the living room where I joined her.

About an hour later, Crissy came down the stairs and said she was going out for the night. I turned to look at her and my eyes almost popped out of my head.

Her mom was right, that outfit was more suited to a street whore than a young girl. The top was a cutoff, very tight T-shirt that was barely long enough to cover her nipples, but not the bottom half of her nice tits. It didn’t even do much to hide her nipples, which are fairly large and were sticking straight out. Across her chest was the word “TIGHT”. To complement the top, she wore a tiny little red plaid schoolgirl skirt. She also wore thigh high white stockings with very steep, bright red high heels. She had her blond hair pulled back into two pony tails and had put on lots of makeup, including some thick red lipstick. A one word description jumped immediately to mind – SLUT.

Even as my eyes were looking Crissy up and down, her mom jumped up and started yelling again. “Do you see what I mean,” she was saying to me. “Every boy or man who sees her will think that she’s a fuck toy.” Crissy rolled her eyes, and told her mom to leave her alone.

Her mom, though, wasn’t going to give up on this one. “Don’t you dare leave, young lady.” She grabbed Crissy by the hand and pulled her over further into the room, right in front of me. Diana pulled Crissy’s hands behind her back which made Crissy’s tits stick out even more. The bottom of the darkened area around her nipples became exposed from under the little top as it slid up just a tiny bit higher. I looked her up and down again then into her eyes. Her breath was coming short and there was this untamed, wild look in her eyes.

“This little slut daughter of mine needs Ankara escort bayan to be taught a lesson,” she said. “Every man in the world, just like your Daddy here, can see that you are nothing but a fuck toy for them.” Crissy looked into my eyes for a moment, a little confused, then looked down a little further and saw the hard-on in my pants. She couldn’t have missed it – this whole scene had my cock rock hard.

Diana was also looking at me, then my cock, then down at her daughter. Her voice then dropped to a much lower level. “See what you’ve done to your Daddy? That’s what dressing like a slut does. Even you’re Daddy wants to use you. And a real man’s cock isn’t the same as those young boys that you like to fuck,” Diana was saying. “A real man will fuck you long and hard and really teach that pussy of yours a lesson.”

That’s when Diana started pulling Crissy back toward our bedroom. “In fact, this slut needs to see for herself what can happen to her. Come help me teach this little whore what I’m talking about,” she said to me. I got up and followed her, my eyes fixed on the hot ass that was almost visible beneath that little skirt.

When she got to the bedroom, Diana reached under our bed and got out a box that held some toys that we’d bought. She opened it and took out some padded cuffs. Diana pushed Crissy onto the bed and attached one to each of her wrists. She was telling her mom to stop, she promised she would not wear the outfit out tonight. Her mom was already too upset, though, and proceeded on.

She attached a wrist to each of the bedposts. The bed was a queen size, so her arms were spread pretty wide which made her too small top ride up to fully expose her nice tits. Diana didn’t stop there, though. She then took two more cuffs and attached one to each of her ankles. Again, Crissy pleaded with her to stop, but Diana ignored her.

I thought she was going to tie her down spread-eagled, but to my surprise she pulled each leg up and out and attached the cuffs on her ankles to the cuffs on her wrists. A more obscene display could not be imagined. Crissy was absolutely immobile and spread wide in front of me, her sexy high heels pointing at the wall above her head. As her mom had often wondered out loud, Crissy was indeed not wearing any panties and her pussy was now fully exposed under the little plaid skirt she wore.

Diana pulled my pants off and dropped to her knees. She licked all over my cock, making it get even harder. She looked over at her daughter, then up at me. “You’re going to have to show her what a man’s cock can do to a little slut pussy,” Diana said. “You’re going to have to fuck her hard.”

I looked over at Crissy. She was focused on her mom sucking my cock, but then she looked up at me. “Please don’t do it, Daddy,” she said softly. Her teddy bear on the shelf above her only added to the scene. An innocent girl, but a naughty little slut at the same time. “I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

My wife then stood up and walked over to the bed. She started sliding her finger around Crissy’s pussy, slowly at first then a little faster and harder. As she did, she also was massaging Crissy’s tits with her other hand. As I watched, Crissy closed her eyes and I could see her trying to move her body against her mom’s finger. “Such a little slut,” her mom said. “Definitely not Daddy’s good little girl, is she? Look at how hard her nipples are and how wet her little pussy gets.”

I was definitely looking and my cock was also taking full notice. Crissy was breathing hard, but in between her breaths she protested her innocence. “That’s what all the boys say, but I’m not a slut. I’m not a slut,” she repeated several times.

Diana looked at my hard cock and said, “Start with her slut mouth. I don’t want to hear her anymore.” I moved onto the bed and straddled her chest, my cock right in front of her mouth. Her thick red lipstick made her lips look so sensuous.

She again started saying, “Please Daddy, I’m not a slut. I’m not…” That’s when I cut her off. I grabbed her two ponytails and shoved my cock into her mouth. I was ready to take over now.

“No, you’re not a slut. You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?” She nodded her head as best she could with a mouthful of cock, her eyes wide open. I pulled out my cock and let it slap her on the lips and against her cheeks.

Crissy was so hot now, with her mom still fingering her pussy, that she twisted her head back and forth trying to get my cock back into her mouth. I obliged her and slammed it in again, practically choking this poor girl. She sucked me as hard as she could, her tongue running along under my cock. “No, you’re not my good girl at all, are you?. You’re just a little cocksucker, that’s what you are.” She looked up at me and tried to shake her head, but the protest was useless and she knew it. With her red lips stretched around my thick rod, there was no denying it.

Diana moved Escort Ankara over next to us and rubbed Crissy’s tits again. She pulled at her nipples, pinching them and rolling them between her fingers. “I think her pussy needs to be taught a lesson now,” she said. Diana was also naked and fingering her own pussy as she played with her daughter. I grabbed Diana’s tits and squeezed them hard. She moaned loudly and shuddered. I think she made herself cum a little on her own finger.

I slid my cock out of Crissy’s mouth and moved down between her legs. Although they were already spread wide, I put my hands on each of her thighs to pin her firmly to the mattress. My cock looked huge next to her tight little hole. I slid it along her slit first, then pressed myself up against her pussy.

“Oh Daddy, please don’t,” she said softly, her eyes half closed. As I pushed slowly against her opening, the feeling was incredible. She was so tight that at first I didn’t think I would fit. She started saying very softly, “No, please no.” But at the same time, Crissy began making the tiniest little squirming movements against my cock, trying to get it inside her. I pushed a little harder, then harder still, and finally forced myself a little way inside.

Crissy squealed loudly and thrashed her head from side to side. “Oh my god, no,” she groaned. “It’s too big, too big for me.” She was probably right, my cock felt like it was ripping her apart.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” I growled. Her breathing was extremely fast. As I pushed a little further, her eyes went wide open and she lifted her head to watch her pussy getting impaled.

“Fuck, fuck, oh god yes, fuck me!” she cried out and even as she did her whole body went rigid, straining hard at her bonds. I could feel her pussy clamp down hard on me as she came in a strong orgasm. I watched her face as she came, then just as she hit her peak I rammed myself into her up to the hilt.

“Oh my GOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!” she screamed. “Ooohhhhh, FUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!” The little slut’s body began jerking uncontrollably and she tried her best to fight against the bonds restraining her and tried very hard to squirm out from under me as she came. All of her wild squirming almost made me cum right then, but I managed to keep control a little longer.

Diana was pinching Crissy’s nipples hard and shoving her fingers into her own cunt. “Show her what a slut gets. Fuck her little slut hole and teach her what men do with nasty little whores like her.” That was when I started pounding into her hard. Slowly at first, then faster. Over and over and over and over, I rammed myself into her helpless pussy. Crissy pulled and strained at her bonds, but she was completely unable to resist the fucking she was receiving.

“Oh god, no. Stop, it’s too big for me!” she protested, but her eyes were wide open and still watching my cock ramming her pussy. As I neared my own orgasm, that’s when I put my hands around her throat and forced her to look right into my face. She had given in fully to her animal lust by now and with a little snarl on her face she urged me on. “You like fucking your little girl? You like ramming that little pussy? Fuck it, Daddy. Fuck it hard. Oh yeah. Make me cum all over your cock again. Use my little pussy for your fuck toy.”

I was beyond lust by now and I could feel the cum start boiling out of my balls. “You fucking little slut!” I yelled as I slammed one more time into her then started to fill her with my hot cum. This sent her over the edge at the same time and she screamed again, coming long and hard as I shot my load over and over deep inside her. Her mom started to cum at that same moment and she also groaned loudly as she did.

After what seemed like an eternal orgasm, I slowly slid out of her. A huge load of cum oozed out and slid down her ass. Immediately, Diana dropped onto her hands and knees and started to lick my still rock hard cock clean. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock into my wife’s mouth. “Suck that little slut’s pussy juice off,” I ordered her.

Diana did, gladly, sucking my cock and then licking it clean. “Now my turn,” she said. She got on all fours in front of her daughter, then moved up a little so that her tits hung down in Crissy’s face. Her ass and pussy were right above her daughter’s spread pussy, ready for me to take her. I shoved myself inside Diana and fucked her long and hard.

As I did, she rocked back and forth to meet my thrusts making her tits sway in front of Crissy who stuck out her tongue and tried to lick and suck them as best she could. Every now and then I would pull out of Diana and slide back into Crissy. This would make Crissy groan and moan, then I’d go back to working on her mom, slapping Diana’s ass as I fucked her. “Make me Daddy’s fuck toy, too,” Diana urged. “I’m a nasty little slut just like her.”

Crissy also chimed in. “Fuck mommy like a slut, too.” After a long time, I could feel the cum start to rise again in my balls. I grabbed Diana by the hair and yanked her head back hard, forcing her to arch her back sharply.

“You like that, you little bitch?” I growled. “You like having that pussy fucked?”

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Two curious college boys, Josh and Scot, explore a gay sex club during a night of partying and get much more than they bargained for.

It was after midnight when Josh and Scot came across the entrance to Forbidden at the outer edge of the Garden District in New Orleans. They had been drinking and enjoying the Mardi Gras parade for several hours at that point. The boys had finally built up enough courage to check out the notorious gay sex club that they had found out about on the internet. The door man checked their ID’s carefully and took their money before sending them into the club whose color scheme was all red and black. Josh and Scot stayed close together as they made their way across the dance floor and to the back room area. They stopped at the the black door that led to the back area of the huge club. Josh and Scot hesitated at the door marked Serpent’s Lair. Finally, Scot took the initiative and pushed the door open.

The doorman called upstairs to the clubs owner, Louis Cypher. He told th edom about the two young men who had just entered the club. Louis turned to his monitors and checked out the newcomers. He liked what he saw and told the doorman to have the young men intercepted and brought to him.

The doorman alerted two of the club’s bouncers and they entered the back room to retrieve Josh and Scot. They found the two young men were watching a scene where a Master was using a horse whip on his slave who was tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross.

Josh and Scot were intimidated by the two huge bouncers who looked like they could snap them like twigs. They were a little scared and kept exchanging panicked looks as they were taken upstairs to meet the owner of Forbidden.

Louis looked at himself in the mirror. The contacts he wore made his eyes all black in his tanned handsome face. He was wearing his favorite leather pants, harness and boots. His well muscled body was displayed to good advantage. Louis smiled at his image as he thought about what he had in-store for the unsuspecting college boys. They had come here for a new experience and he was going to give it to them. Louis heard one of his bouncers call to him and gave them permission to enter his private domain.

Josh was trembling as he was pushed through the door of the owners inner sanctum. He wasn’t sure what was going on and he was frightened. His eyes locked onto the tall muscular man all in leather the moment they walked into the room. Josh felt fear building in his stomach as he took in the man’s black eyes. He wanted to look to his best friend for reassurance, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man in leather.

Scot almost stopped walking when he saw the leather daddy standing in the center of the room they were entering. The man was tall, muscular and had coal black eyes that creeped Scot out completely. He reached for Josh to reassure him knowing that his more timid friend would be scared. He gently squeezed Josh’s trembling arm, but his friend didn’t even look at him. Josh was too scared to look away from the intense man in the center of the room.

The bouncers put restraining hands on Josh and Scot’s shoulders stopping them a couple of Ankara bayan escort feet inside the door. Louis walked forward and looked the young men over. The slighter built one was blond haired and blue eyed. He was trembling and staring at Louis with abject fear in his eyes. The larger boy had dark brown hair and clear grey eyes. He was trying to comfort his frightened friend. Louis smiled. He was really going to enjoy this.

“Good evening, Boys. I’m the owner of Forbidden. You will address me as Master. You came here looking for a sexual adventure. Something unique and possibly out of your comfort zone. I’m going to give it to you.” Louis stated in his deep resonant voice that had Josh and Scot’s attention riveted to him.

The burly bouncers pressed down on Josh and Scot’s shoulders until they were forced to their knees. Josh instinctively bowed his head but Scot looked up at the black eyed man before them.

“We don’t want this. We’re going to leave now and go back to our hotel.” Scot stated as he tried to get back on his feet but the bouncer kept him from moving.

Louis didn’t acknowledge Scot. He moved over in front of Josh and petted the boy’s wavy blond hair. He could feel the slim boy tremble under his hand and growled a little in response. The blond was exciting him and he couldn’t wait to get inside him, but first things first. Louis moved his attention to Scot who was looking up at him defiantly.

“You can’t keep us here. We’re leaving!” Scot declared and began to struggle again.

Louis reached down, grabbed Scot’s chin in his hand and tilted his head up. Louis’s black eyes looked into Scot’s grey ones. “You and your friend will leave when I allow you to and not a moment sooner. In this club, I am the Master. Nothing happens without my consent. Now boy, you’re going to take my cock out and give me your best blow job. Banish any thoughts of inflicting damage on me. Anything you do to me, I will do to your sweet blond friend here. Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes.” Scot said as he squeezed Josh’s hand gently before releasing it so he could use both hands on Louis.

“Yes, what?” Louis hissed at him in an angry tone.

“Yes, Master.” Scot said trying to keep his voice steady. He couldn’t have Josh getting punished for what he did.

Louis smiled at the boy pleased that he had judged the situation perfectly. Scot would do whatever the man wanted to keep Josh safe. Course Scot had no idea what Louis had in store for them.

Scot undid the button and unzipped Louis’s leather pants. He reached in and pulled out the muscular man’s long thick rod. Scot opened his mouth wide and began to take the huge mushroom shaped head into this mouth. Louis grabbed the sides of Scot’s head roughly and began to thrust deeply into his mouth. Scot gagged as Louis slammed his cock into the back of his throat. He forced his throat to relax and began to suck the tall man’s prick in earnest. Louis looked down and smiled. The boy had a talented mouth doing some sort of suck, hum, tongue flick movement that felt amazing. Louis twisted his fingers into Scot’s dark hair and forcefully fucked his face. The boy was doing an Escort bayan Ankara excellent job deep throating him. No doubt about it.

Josh was watching this with huge eyes. His heart was trip hammering in his chest, his breath was ragged and his palms were sweating. He felt like he might explode from the new feelings and sensations that were washing over him. He was terrified and totally turned on at the same time. He was afraid of what the Master would do to him, but found he wanted it too.

Scot’s hot wet mouth was relentlessly working on the Master’s rigid tool. He was hoping to make the muscular man blow his load so he might lose interest in Josh. Louis was lost to the sensations that Scot’s excellent hummer was giving him. He was getting close to the point of no return. Abruptly, Louis pulled his dick out of Scot’s sucking mouth and backed away. Scot made a frustrated sound, but didn’t say anything.

The Master’s black eyes met those of the bouncer and he looked toward the padded bench to his right. The bouncer pulled Josh off his knees, quickly removed his clothes and guided him to the bench. Josh went willingly and let himself be strapped onto the bench on his hands and knees with his ass facing Louis and Scot.

Scot started to panic. He was scared for Josh. He didn’t want this man to hurt his friend. “Take me. Leave Josh alone. It was my idea to come here. I’ll do whatever you want.” His voice was rough from the punishment his throat had just taken. His eyes were pleading with the tall muscular man.

Louis ignored the young man’s pleas as he walked up behind Josh and admired the view of his slim body on display. Louis began to run his hands over the boy’s pale smooth flesh. His skin was soft and nearly hairless which pleased the tall man. He liked the way the young man trembled under his touch. Normally, Louis would have just spit on his hand and taken the boy, but he wanted to make this good for the slim blond. He pulled over a rolling tray and got a tube of lube and a dildo. Louis lubed up the blond’s pucker and the toy. He began to press the large dildo past the anal ring and deep inside the blond.

Josh was unsure what would happen to him. He had expected the black eyed man to just take him roughly, but he was actually prepping him. Josh was grateful for the prep cause the man’s dick was huge. Josh had never had anyone near that big and he was worried about his ass getting torn up. The dildo was actually feeling good now as the muscular man stimulated his prostate. Josh found that he wanted the dominant male to take him. He wanted to feel that huge shaft filling him.

Scot was struggling to get away from the huge bouncer but he couldn’t move. The man was just too big and powerful. He watched helplessly as the sinister black eyed man prepped Josh to fuck him. Scot started to do something he hadn’t done in years, pray. He prayed that the man wouldn’t hurt his best friend and that they would both make it out of here alive.

Louis pulled the dildo out of Josh’s loosened ass and watched as his pink pucker closed a little and twitched. His cock twitched in response and Louis found that he was hard as rock. He Bayan escort Ankara wanted this boy more than he had wanted anyone in years. He ran his hands over the boys smooth pale skin again reveling in the feel of it under his rough fingers. He leaned up over the boy so that his cockhead was pressing against the boy’s entrance.

“You are beautiful.” Louis whispered to the boy, then he stepped back, spread the blond’s ass cheeks and shoved his cockhead hard against Josh’s anal ring demanding entrance.

Josh gasped at the sharp pain and concentrated on relaxing his ass to let the tall man in. It only took a few minutes for the pain to burn away and pleasure to take its place. Josh was being stretched and filled by the huge cock pressing steadily deeper inside his trembling body.

When Louis was all the way in with his pubes up against the boys pale ass, he stopped for a moment. He kneaded the firm globes of the blond’s ass then gave him a sharp smack. The boy’s body pulled against the restraints and he cried out.

Scot’s eyes were huge as he watched the black eyed man taking his friend. He couldn’t believe that monster cock had fit inside Josh’s small tight ass. His friend wasn’t screaming in agony so Scot hoped that meant he was okay.

Louis began to pull out and thrust back in with short strokes getting the boy used to his thick rod impaling him. He would give him a sharp spank on his pale ass every few minutes. Louis soon lengthened his strokes and sped up. The blond was making small mewling sounds now and starting to meet his thrusts. Louis decided he wanted to see the boy’s face as he fucked him. He pulled out and told the bouncer to move the blond to his desk.

The bouncer undid the restraints and picked Josh up like he weighed nothing. He laid the boy on his back on the large wooden desk and pressed his knees up to his chest. Josh held his legs up and apart and Louis stepped between them. He had slicked on a little more lube and easily thrust deep inside the boy’s clutching hot ass. Christ this was good. The best piece of ass he’d ever had. Louis had wanted to take his time, but looking at the gorgeous boy beneath him, hearing the sensual sounds he was making and feeling the incredible tight heat of his ass was too much. The black eyed man began to piston his hips and ran his cock into the boy hard and deep. He wanted the boy to be able to feel him for the next week. Finally, Louis couldn’t hold back any longer. He buried himself to the hilt and roared like a beast as he emptied his balls inside the blond’s hot ass. Josh came too shooting creamy white ropes of sperm up his chest to his chin. It was the most he had ever come in his life.

Louis had the boys cleaned up then released. He had a feeling he would see the blond again. That thought made him smile.

Scot and Josh returned to college and finished the semester. Their friendship had become strained by the experience in New Orleans and they weren’t talking much anymore. The next semester began and Josh wasn’t there. Scot called, texted and emailed trying to find out what was going on. He received an email with a photo in return. Scot gasped as he looked at Josh wearing a leather collar and sitting naked at the feet of the black eyed man in New Orleans. The black eyed man had a smug look on his face. Josh had an expression of utter contentment. Scot closed the photo, lowered his head and cried out his anguish.

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I never imagined finding my one true love at a sex shop. It was a Friday night, past midnight. The shop wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either. I saw several men and women there. Some men were meekly looking around at the movie section. Some women were laughing at the sex toys. The clerk was having a good time showing a bachelorette and her best friend some gadgets for a bridal party.

I just stood there not quite knowing what to do. The tiny bell on the door chimed when he walked in. He wore his jet black hair slicked back, white polo shirt and khaki pants. His eyes, icy blue and his skin smooth. He looked almost afraid to walk in. He walked in slowly and cautiously as if he was afraid someone he knew would see him there in the midst of all the other toy loving, porn loving people.

I watched as he went to the magazine section and scanned a few pages of the magazine filled with big breasted women. Then he slid over to the movie section just eyeing the selections. He turned for a moment to see if anyone was watching and I guess he saw me eyeing him. His eyes met mine for a moment and then he quickly looked away. I saw him blushing and felt like blushing too.

He continued to scan the movies and the moved towards the toys near me. He eyed several molded boobs and fake vaginas. He wanted to laugh when his eyes widened as he saw an almost “real” looking pussy.

He looked over at me again and walked towards me. He stood in front of me and smiled shyly.

“Hey, you come here often?” He asked and laughed to himself. I wanted to laugh too.

“You want to come home with me?” He asked looking at me up and down. I don’t blame him for looking after all I was wearing a sexy short black leather skirt and a dark red low cut top and my black stilettos completed my look. I wouldn’t tell him I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. I would surprise him.

“I’m a little lonely tonight. I could use the company of a fine looking woman such as yourself,” he said and smiled shyly.

My eyes said it all. Take me home with you! He seemed so sweet and sincere.

* * *

A few minutes later we were back at his place. It was small, neat and comfy. I was sitting down on the couch while he went to get some wine. He came back with two glasses. He sipped his wine slowly and stared at me.

“I can’t believe I brought you over. This is by far the craziest thing I’ve ever done.” He sips again. “So what’s your name? I think I should call you Sunny because of your blonde hair. You look like those pretty California girls. You look like a Sunny to me.”

I liked the name he chose for me. I never thought of myself as a Sunny but it was cute the way he said it. He sipped his wine slowly and then put the glass down on the coffee table next to mine. He stood up and went over to his Bose portable system and searched his ipod player for the best song to play. He put on some slow music, Sinatra I think.

He came back and sat next to me. He stared at me from head to toe. “You’re the first woman I ever bring home you know that?”

I felt privileged. A guy as hot as this, and I’M the first one he brings home?

I watch him lick his lips and he moved towards me. He places his lips against mine. He feels good! He tastes good! His lips part and his tongue slides in my mouth pressing up against mine. He puts his arms around me and holds me tight. I’m enjoying this immensely. My other friends had told me that men were never this gentle with them. Most men were rough when it came to starting up. Not my man. He’s sweet, gentle and kind. One hand starts creeping up under my top. I like it more. The more the touches me, the more alive I feel.

He breaks our kiss and starts to caress my face. “You’re so beautiful you know that? I think I fell in love with you from the moment I saw you at that shop. I think you and I are good together.” He kisses me softly. He strokes my long blonde hair and starts kissing my neck. His warm kisses trail from my neck down to the top of my chest.

“We need to get this off you,” he says tugging at my top.

He starts pulling it up over my head. My hands adjust above my head so he can slip off the top easily. He stares at my bare breasts. My nipples are already hard and a dark brown color. He licks his lips and bends his head to put one breasts on his mouth. His tongue circles around my hardened nipple while his other hand plays with my other breast. His mouth and hands feel incredible! I sit back and enjoy my man. His hot mouth moves taking turns tasting each breast and licking each nipple. He trails kisses down to my tummy and one hand gropes the zipper holding up my skirt. He struggles to unzip it. His hands are shaking. He seems super nervous! I think it’s totally adorable.

He manages to pull off my skirt leaving me completely naked. He looks at my nude body and his eyes widen. “You are hot. So hot…” he kisses my lips again slowly.

I say he’s hot too. I think he’s sexy!

He stands up and takes off his Ankara escort white polo shirt revealing his bare chest with little hair on it. I feel even more excited watching him slowly getting nude for me. I wanted him to hurry up and take it all off fast but he wanted to tease me it seemed. He blushed as he stood bare-chested.

“You like what you see Sunny?”

I say yes!

He kicks off his shoes and bends to take off his socks. He slowly undoes his belt and slips it off throwing it on the floor along with his other pile of clothes he just took off. I can see he’s hard as a rock through his khaki slacks.

Hurry up! I beg.

He unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the floor. He steps out of them and remains in his white brief boxer shorts. His cock looks like it’s ready to spring out of his boxer shorts and into my pussy.

“You like what you see so far Sunny?” He rasps.

Yes!

He peeled his boxer shorts off his incredible body slowly. His cock was hard, big and looked delicious!

He came to me and stood naked with his cock pointing at me. He knelt down in front of me and pulled me down some. He spread my legs wide and began to taste me. Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! I wanted to cry out in sheer ecstasy. He snaked his tongue all over my pussy. His tongue was slimy and strong and felt so good lapping up my juices.

He stopped for a moment and looked up at me. His loving eyes were now filled with pure lust. He moved up towards me and grabbed my long legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“I want you,” he whispered breathlessly.

I want you too!

He adjusted himself between my legs and slipped in his cock. I felt my pussy widen up by his size. He entered me easily and gently. I heard him moan. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes.

“You feel so good baby. So good!”

So do you! I love how you feel inside of me!

He opened his eyes and looked at me. He began moving in and out of me. He was panting with each thrust. His moaning increased and beads of sweat started showing all over his naked skin.

His cock pounded my pussy good. I could feel him so deep inside of me I thought his cock might come out of my mouth! He pressed his body up against mine and laid himself on top of me. It was a bit uncomfortable for a moment. My legs were up on his shoulders now and I was slouched on the couch. It got comfortable right away when he began pumping in and out of me faster.

It thought it had been forever but realized it had only been maybe two or three minutes when I felt a surge of warmth filling me. My man moaned deeply and closed his eyes. I watched him as he climaxed inside of me. He looked hot as he came. His sticky hot seed was swimming inside of me, deep inside of me. “Oh fuck!” He groaned. “Oh shit.”

He stared at me and his eyes met mine. His eyes were beady now and his body covered in sweat. He looked somewhat embarrassed.

“Sorry. I didn’t know I’d cum so fast. It’s just that…” his voice trailed off and he flopped on the couch next to me. He was fighting to catch his breath. “You are my…first? I know that’s pretty fucked up huh? Here I am a 34 year old dude that has never had sex before and the first time he does, he cums in like three minutes.”

So what? We got all night.

He laughs and tosses his head back. He stares at the ceiling fan and his breathing slows. “Hope you don’t think I’m a lousy screw and then go tell all your friends.” He laughs again.

I’d never say anything. I think you were great!

He turned to face me. His icy blue eyes looked tired. “We can do more things tomorrow. I promise. I promise I’ll be better. It’s been such a long day and you are so new to me.” He leaned in to kiss me. “You want to sleep with me? Or would you rather sleep out here?”

With you! With you!

He smirked and stood up. He grabbed me and carried me over to his room. He slammed me down on the bed. I wanted to laugh.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he said. “You maybe want to take one with me?”

Yes! I want to keep looking at your naked body!

He grabbed me again and carried me over to his bathroom. I waited as he turned on the hot water making the bathroom steam up. I saw my own reflection on his bathroom mirror. My blonde hair was a mess!

My man and I go into the shower. I watch him soap himself up and then he soaps me up. He washes my body and my hair with a unisex smelling shampoo. We kissed more in the shower. My man leaned me up against the cold tile and pressed himself against me. His cock hardened again. He eyed me curiously and made me get down on my knees.

The water continued to rain down on us. He stood in front of me holding his erection.

“Ok I need to know what this feels like. I’ve seen so many movies about blowjobs and I have yet to experience one. So…my love can you do me the honors of giving me my first blow job?” He asks almost courteously.

Yes! Come here! I demand.

He Ankara escort bayan caressed my face and put his cock in my mouth. He rubbed it against my tongue. I felt every vein and throb of his cock. His salty precum lingered on my tongue and some went down my throat. He made me look up at him. “Your mouth f-feels….” He closed his eyes and kept thrusting his hips. “Incredible,” he finally managed to say.

And you taste incredible. I say silently.

My hands go on his waist and my head bobs back and forth, back and forth. It was all so beautiful, his cock pulsing in my mouth, his deep sounding moans filling the room and his cock fucking my mouth furiously.

“Oh baby…I’m going to cum. You want to drink me up? You want to swallow my seed?” He asked panting for air.

Yes! I need to taste you!

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cried out as his sperm shot out in my mouth. I could taste each spurt of cum. He was salty, tasty, I was so in love now it was too late to turn back and just see him as a man. I’d be his woman now forever and ever. Or….so I thought.

* * *

At first, everything was wonderful. My man let me live with him. He’d buy me clothes, usually something sexy. He would tell me how embarrassed he was to go into Victoria’s Secret to buy me some sexy panties or a sheer bra. He said the sales girls thought it was cute of him to be buying things for his woman. He said one sales girl in particular started helping him out. She’d choose the perfect matching bra and panties for me.

He said she was quite beautiful which made me uncomfortable but he was man, so it was natural he would look at a beautiful woman. He told me her name was Janie and that she was shorter than me with long dark hair and big blue eyes. He said her eyelashes were a mile long and jet black. She did sound beautiful but why was he telling me this? Did he like getting me jealous?

I pushed aside all the comments he’d make about this “Janie” girl. The fact that my man was buying me necklaces and even chocolates was making it seem that I was winning and not Janie.

My man and I would make love every single night. He’d please me, and I’d please him. We’d fall asleep in each other’s arms and I’d wake up to the smell of coffee. He’d make love to me quickly before going off to work. He would sometimes tell me things like:

“I want to marry you.”

“I wonder if we can have children.”

“Wouldn’t it be something if I could impregnate you?”

I would say yes to all those things. I would mind marrying my man. He just hadn’t asked. I kept waiting for the day he would ask me to be his wife. I bet he’d buy me the hottest wedding gown ever. He and I would live happily together and no one else would come between us. It was a nice thought but I had to face reality. As time went on, maybe four or five months, my man wouldn’t make love to me as much. He’d just watch TV and talk on the phone a lot. I was often in the living room and he’d go to the bedroom and shut the door. I could hear his muffled voice. Sometime he’d laugh with whoever he was talking to.

He wouldn’t tell me I looked beautiful like he normally did. He stopped buying me pretty clothes and jewelry and I kissed the chocolates goodbye. It seemed like I had done something wrong. I tried to remember what I did that was so wrong but nothing came to mind.

I had always gone along with whatever he wanted to do. He wanted to try anal and so I let him. It had felt just as hot as vaginal sex but more intense. He’d cum so hard that he had fallen asleep right afterwards.

I was willing to try any position he wanted. I’d ride him, I’d let him put me upside down once too. I was trying my hardest to please my man and keep my man but it seemed nothing was working.

One evening, he got home carrying a huge bouquet of roses. Red roses. Red roses stand for love of course. I was almost relieved to see him get back to himself. He smiled at me and held the roses towards my nose.

“Smell them,” he said softly.

I took a whiff of the roses. They smelled beautiful! So fresh!

“You think she’ll like these?”

She? Don’t you mean me?

“I bought them for her. Guess what? I went into Victoria’s Secret pretending to buy something and she was there. I asked her out on a date. I hope that’s ok?” He smirked evilly.

I didn’t say anything. I was still in shock.

“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed for my hot date. I promise I won’t bring her home. I know that might upset you a little.” He laughed as if he was making fun of me.

He left to take a shower without inviting me to shower with him. I stared at the gorgeous roses that were on the coffee table. How come he didn’t bring ME flowers? I was speechless. It was as if he had stopped loving me.

A few minutes later he walks out of his bedroom freshly dressed in crisp gray slacks and a black polo shirt. His hair is slicked back and I can tell he just finished shaving. The smell of his manly Escort Ankara aftershave scent fills the room. I wish he’d kiss me.

“Well Sunny, I’ll be back later tonight. Wish me luck. I’m nervous.”

Nervous? Why do you want to go out with a woman that makes you nervous? You were so calm around me.

He didn’t hear me. He walked out carrying the flowers. I waited at home. I waited and waited. Hours passed and finally he stumbled in the door late that night. He had a big smile on his face. He looked at me seductively.

“Come here baby,” he said and grabbed my hand. He lifted me up from my seat and held me close.

That’s more like it. I told him.

He hummed a sweet melody in my ear and leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was hard and passionate. Our tongues meshed and our bodies became warm. He led me the bedroom and laid me down. Since I had already been naked waiting for him, all he had to do was take off his own clothes.

He stroked my naked body and sucked on my nipples. I was so happy he was back to me. Back to his woman!

“I have an urgent need to cum,” he murmured in my ear.

Then cum in me. I’m all yours. Always will be my love. I said sweetly.

He flipped me on my stomach suddenly. He bent me towards him and entered me heatedly. It felt good, but it felt scary too. He’d never been this rough with me. Not even when he and I had anal sex. He was so careful as if not to hurt me. But at that moment he grabbed my waist hard almost digging his nails into my skin. He started fucking me hard. The pleasure was fading and I only felt pain. I wanted to tell him to stop but then he might get mad and tell me to leave. I didn’t want to leave. I loved him so much!

His skin hits mine with each thrust. He leans into me and grabs my breasts hard. “Make me cum you little slut. I need you to squeeze all my cum in you.”

Slut? He’d never called me that before.

He continued plunging in and out of me as hard as he could as if he was mad about something. As if he was trying to hurt me. I stayed quiet because I didn’t want to upset him. I didn’t want to tell him to stop. He pulled my hair and angrily kissed my neck.

“I’m about to cum in you, little whore,” he said and threw my head down against the pillow.

Whore?

“Janie! Oh Janie….baby…”

Janie?

He came. I felt him squirting his hot liquid in me. He moaned and groaned so loudly I thought the neighbors might hear. After ejaculating, he slipped out of me and let my body drop on the bed. I felt so hurt. I didn’t want to turn and look at him.

I could hear him gasping for air. Then silence. His snoring came next. I lay next to him wondering what the hell had just happened. He’d never been that rough with me and never once had called me those names. What he hell was his problem?

* * *

My man and I didn’t have sex for the rest of the weekend. He was out most of the time said he had things to do. I wish he’d take me along but it seems he’s embarrassed to be seen with me which really hurts.

A few days later he’s dressed in black slacks and a crisp white button up shirt with a black and white tie. He looks so handsome.

“I’m taking her to the opera if you can believe that. I think that should score me some points at least I hope it does. In case if it doesn’t, I know you’ll be here waiting for me won’t you my love?” He says it in such a sweet way that I can’t resist.

I’ll be here.

He smiles and puts on his watch. He ties his black loafer shoes and goes to grab another rose bouquet he bought HER.

“I’ll be back in a few hours gorgeous.” He winks at me and closes the door. I sit on the couch emotionless. I keep hoping things won’t work. That might sound selfish to some but think about it, this is MY man so I want to keep MY man.

* * *

I wait again. I wait for hours. I wait forever. He doesn’t come home until sunrise. He comes in humming and looks at me. “Looks like I won’t need you to please me tonight honey. You can sleep with me if you want.”

Ouch. That really hurt.

He grabs my hand and I follow him to the bedroom. He slips out of his clothes until he’s completely nude. He walks towards me and takes off all my clothes. “I want to sleep completely naked with you tonight. I’m feeling so good right now. I’m not going to shower because I want her smell on me. Is that bad of me?”

Yes! It’s awful!

“You gotta understand babe. I love you and all, but this woman…oh man…she made my night, let’s put it that way.”

He lays me down and covers me up. I stare up at the ceiling while he gets into bed. He sighs. “It was incredible Sunny. She and I did things I never thought I would.”

More than what you and I have done? I doubt it. I said.

He got quiet and I realized he’d fallen asleep. I couldn’t sleep. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were at the beginning when he was so into me that he didn’t think about anyone else. Now SHE was in the picture and I was slowly becoming second best.

* * *

For the next month or so, my man and I didn’t make love. Imagine, a whole month without sex? Oh my goodness! I craved him so much but he showed little desire for me.

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Brandy looked nervously around the picnic table at the faces of her relatives. They stared back at her with a hunger that frightened the tempting teen.

But Brandy wasn’t seated at the lakeside table with them, she was lying on it and was totally naked. There seemed to be no escape and an occasional hand would reach out and paw at her. She felt so vulnerable, as they all clearly lusted after her.

At the center of the table was an empty hole, for placing an umbrella. Suddenly a cock rose up through it, right between Brandy’s legs, making her gasp. It was long, thick and fully erect. She knew what was expected of her, so she got onto her knees, positioning herself over the intruding member. With her relatives encouraging her, she slowly lowered herself onto the cock. Brandy moaned loudly, as she completely impaled herself. Her audience cheered as she began to slide up and down on it. With her arms behind her head and her chest out, she posed like a pin-up model. Brandy settled in on it and began to move her bum rhythmically. Her breasts bouncing freely as she rode the cock. Her moans of pleasure were drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers of her admirers.

Brandy was giving an incredible performance, when her Aunt Vicki appeared appeared at the table. She threw a beach towel over her niece’s shoulders, shielding her from the rest of the family. A chorus of boos rained down on them as Vicki took Brandy by the hand and helped her down, leading her through the crowd and towards the cabins. As they got closer to them, Brandy heard a phone ringing in the distance.

Suddenly Brandy opened her eyes, she was in bed, in her little cabin. Her cell phone ringing from the nightstand. It was a dream. It was just a dream…

She reached for the phone.

“Did I wake you up princess?” It was her father.

“No, no, I’m up Daddy.” She tried to sound convincing.

Brandy listened groggily as her father informed her that he would be even later than he thought arriving at the lake. Things at the office were not wrapping up as quickly as he had planned. He promised he would be there as soon as he could and that he missed her.

“I miss you too, Daddy.”

As Brandy hung up the the phone, she stared up at the ceiling. He sounds really stressed out, she thought. I hope he’s ok.

Since she was awake, Brandy decided to hit the beach for a while. As she walked across the soft grass towards the lake, her grandfather called out to her. “Brandy! How about giving me a hand?”

Near the picnic area, Brandy’s grandfather was firing up a grill. Seeing his granddaughter in her bright, blue bikini, was getting him fired up as well.

She smiled and walked towards him with a bounce in her step and in her bikini top. “Hi Papa Jack, what’s cookin’?”

He laughed at her playful choice of words. “Thought I would get started of on brunch before the natives got restless.”

Jack was in his glory working the grill and being assisted by his beautiful granddaughter. His sunglasses allowed him to keep one eye on the meat he was cooking and one on Brandy. She wore an apron to keep herself clean, but every time she turned around he got a glimpse of her round little bum, peeking out from the apron opening. “Ok, I think these are just about ready Brandy.”

“I’ve got the buns,” she innocently replied.

“Don’t I now it,” he joked. Wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a playful pat on her bum.

“Papa Jack!”

He scooped up a hot dog. “Ok, Brandy, open those buns.” She giggled as he placed the dog inside. “Sure you won’t have one?”

“No thanks. I only eat veggie burgers and dogs, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” he recalled

“Besides, I am going out for the day with Aunt Vicki. Speaking of, I am gonna be late. I gotta go jump in the shower.”

“Not without a kiss for the cook,” he countered.

“Silly grandpa.” She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek and scurried back towards her cabin.

Brandy had a bad habit of being late, even for things she was looking forward to. Today she had planned to spend the day with her Aunt Vicki. The next town over from the lake was a tourist spot and Vicki knew they could have some quality girl time there.

Brandy quickly undressed and jumped in the shower. As she began washing, her mind wandered to the day, almost two years ago, when she attended a pool party at a cousin’s house. Brandy had no idea that her white, one-piece suit became transparent, once she emerged from the water. Luckily, her Aunt Vicki swooped in and threw a towel around her and escorted her into the house. But not before Brandy gave many of the guests an unexpected look at her blossoming, young body.

As Vicki approached Brandy’s cabin, her mind flashed back to that day at the pool party as well. She remembered how much she enjoyed helping Brandy strip out of her wet suit, towel off and put on some dry clothes. Vicki feared her actions were as transparent as her niece’s bathing suit. But Brandy seemed totally oblivious Ankara escort and even appreciative of the assistance. Truthfully, it was Vicki who was thankful.

Vicki tapped on the front door and then walked right in. She smiled when she heard shower running and walked towards the bathroom. The door was open to allow the steam out, so Vicki peered in. The position of the mirrored medicine cabinet and a clear shower curtain provided her with a perfect view of her gorgeous young niece. Vicki was slightly envious of Brandy’s body, it was so young and firm. But her envy was nothing compared to the lust she felt. She watched as Brandy sensually lathered herself up. She seemed to be really enjoying the feel of the hot water on her skin. Basking in the stream as it sprayed her breasts. Then Brandy turned and let the water rinse her little bum. It was so round and plump. To Vicki it looked like a ripe peach, begging to be bitten. Vicki was getting quite aroused and had to calm herself down. Patience Vicki, patience, she told herself. She decided she would bide her time. By the end of the day, that ass will be mine.

Brandy skipped into her bedroom, wrapped in in a towel and was surprised to see someone waiting. “Aunt Vicki!”

“You didn’t forget about our date did you?”

“No, no of course not Aunt Vicki.”

“You better not have, you little freshy. Here, I’ve laid out some clothes for you to wear.”

“Oh, uh, thanks, but I was gonna wear…”

“No, wear these.”

Vicki was a striking, dark-haired woman. At 39 years old, she maintained her athletic build from many hours at the gym and on her bike. Her piercing eyes often made people back down, including her niece.

“Sure, ok.”

Vicki had gone through Brandy’s drawers and pulled out a pair of small white linen shorts and a ruched, tank-style halter top, with a swirly white, pink and brown pattern. It had a built in bra, so the only other item needed was underwear. For this, Vicki had chosen a tiny white lace thong. She sat on Brandy’s bed waiting for the towel to drop, with lust filled eyes.

Brandy was proud of her body and enjoyed showing it off. It never occurred to her that her aunt actually wanted to see her naked. So she happily exposed herself and talked excitedly about the day ahead. Vicki smiled approvingly as Brandy revealed her stunningly sexy body, which was toned and now tanned to perfection.

They climbed into Vicki’s SUV and drove away. Brandy felt happy to be getting away from the lake. Her aunt peppered her with questions about her future plans, which Brandy felt unsure about. So Vicki reassured that she had plenty of time to figure it out and not to worry her pretty little head. Vicki’s reassurances were comforting to the younger woman. The conversation turned to boys and then, to Brandy’s surprise, to girls!

“Have you ever kissed a girl before Brandy?”

“Well, one time at a party, we were playing truth or dare. They dared my friend Lauren to kiss me and she did.”

“Really? Well, how was it?”

“It was ok, I guess. I mean, she was a good kisser. Her lips were soft and tasted like cherry lip balm. All the boys were cheering us on.”

“Yes, I’m sure they enjoyed seeing that. Are you two very close?”

“Oh yeah, she is my best friend. We were on the cheerleading squad together.”

Brandy giggled, “since that night, I call her my bestie, with benies.”

“Best friends with benefits,” Vicki chuckled. She reached over and placed a hand on Brandy’s thigh. “You are so cute.”

Vicki had planned a wonderful day of indulgence for Brandy. She took her niece shopping and bought her some new outfits. She also brought her to a salon for a manicure and pedicure. The only thing Brandy loved more than attention, was being pampered. Today she received plenty of both. Later, they went for a nice lunch out on a deck overlooking the water. Vicki offered Brandy a margarita, which she eagerly accepted. Brandy leaned back in her chair and thought, this is what a summer vacation should be like.

On the way back to the car, the Vicki noticed a lingerie boutique. “Brandy let’s check this out.”

“Oh, fun!”

As they entered they were greeted by the shopkeeper, an older woman, in her fifties. “Hello ladies. Let me know if I can help you find anything.”

Besides lingerie, the store also had a selection of adult novelties. Brandy seemed to enjoy browsing the racks and Vicki realized this was a golden opportunity. “See anything you like?”

“Well, I really like this, but they don’t have my size.” Brandy had picked up a sexy lace babydoll with matching thong panty.

The shopkeeper was within earshot and responded. “Oh yes, that one is very popular. I will have more in a few days dear, why don’t you try back dear?”

Vicki saw some adult costumes at the back of store and decided to take a look. There were all the typical outfits, schoolgirl, sexy nurse and french maid. The one that really caught her eye, was a harem girl costume. It was very little material, Ankara escort bayan and what was there was designed to to make the wearer look like a sexy slave. She held it up for Brandy. “You would look great it this. Do you ever go to halloween parties?”

“Yeah, my friend Lauren usually has one at her house.”

“Well, you would really turn heads in this.”

Brandy thought the costume was hot and eagerly accepted the gift and her aunt’s compliments.

While Brandy continued to browse the racks, Vicki moved to the register and handed the costume to the cashier. She pointed to a strap-on dildo in the display case below. “I’ll take that as well.”

“You’re a lucky woman,” the cashier purred as she rang up the items. Vicki noticed the woman, stealing a glance over at Brandy. “Your girlfriend…she is absolutely delicious.”

“My girlfriend? Yes. Yes, she is.”

As the pair walked back to the car, Brandy put her arm around her aunt. “Thank you so much Aunt Vicki.”

Back at Vicki’s cabin, Brandy began unpacking her purchases, while her aunt poured them each a glass of wine. After they finished a glass, Vicki suggested Brandy try on her new clothes. “You can model them for me, sort of a little fashion show.”

“Sure!”

Brandy disappeared into the bathroom, while Vicki sat on her bed and poured them a second drink. Using her laptop, she turned on some music. “Ok, let’s start the show!”

Brandy began parading out every few minutes in a different outfit, posing before her aunt. She did a turn and and walked back into the bathroom. She was really hamming it up, as the wine and attention from her aunt were intoxicating to her. Vicki would nod approvingly and praise her after each new look.

After the last outfit, a sexy little black dress, Brandy sat down on the bed next to her aunt. “That was fun! Thank you so much for the new clothes Aunt Vicki.”

“You’re welcome dear. But there is one more to model.” Brandy looked at her quizzically. “I really want to see you in that harem girl costume.”

“Really?”

“Do as your told Brandy.”

Brandy responded to her aunt’s stern tone. “Ok.” She stood tentatively and walked back into the bathroom. Brandy changed and also put her hair in a ponytail and applied some eyeliner, to give herself a more exotic look.

Meanwhile, Vicki called up some arabic music on her laptop as she waited for her niece to emerge from the bathroom. “How are you doing in there, my little harem girl?”

“I’m ready, I think.”

Vicki looked up and could not believe what she saw before her. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. Brandy stood posed with one hip thrust out to the side and her hands high above her head. Vicki’s eyes traveled down her body. The costume accentuated all of Brandy’s best assets. A transparent white veil covered the lower half of her face, drawing attention Brandy’s big brown eyes. Her chest was thrust out in a pink sequined and beaded bra with fringe hanging down. The fringe stopped short of her sexy stomach. On her hips hung a sash, with silver coins, that jingled as she moved. The pants were essentially small pink panties, with loose transparent white leggings attached.

“What do you think?” She innocently asked.

“I think you look like a lovely, little slave. Turn around. Slowly.”

Brandy giggled and did as she was told.

“Mmm, just beautiful. Now, belly dance for me.”

“Aunt Vicki?”

“My pet, while you wear that outfit, you are my slave and you will refer to me as mistress. I want to see you dance and don’t disappoint me.”

Brandy laughed nervously. “Um, yes, mistress.”

Brandy wasn’t sure exactly how to belly dance, but she was enjoying all the gifts and attention from her aunt. Years of dancing and cheerleading had toned her body and Brandy had great instincts on how to move it.

She began by making circling motions with her hands over her head. She tried to follow the slow seductive rhythm of the music. Next, she pressed her palms together and moved her head from side to side, while looking directly at her aunt. Who smiled approvingly.

Using fluid movements, Brandy’s arms began snaking down and out to her sides, while her hips began to sway, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

Brandy began sensually rotating her shoulders and undulating her stomach. Her aunt seemed to approve, so she turned to the side and began to exaggerate this movement more. The motion caused her chest and stomach to rise and fall like a wave.

“Very nice. Don’t stop Brandy.”

“Yes, mistress.”

The tempo of the music picked up, so Brandy increased her speed. She began twisting her hips, shimmying from side to to side and causing the coins to jingle. Leaning back slightly, she began twisting, thrusting her hip towards her aunt.

A high-pitched horn began to dominate the music. So Brandy moved her body even faster, to keep up. She was losing herself in the seductive music. She had never felt so sexy before, as she did Escort Ankara performing like this, for her aunt.

She began to turn, still rolling her hips and drawing shapes in the air with her hands.

“Now, come closer.”

Brandy, almost in a trance, swayed her arms overhead as she wiggled her hips and danced to the bed. As her arms moved out in front of her, she twisted her shoulders and breasts, as if offering herself up to her aunt.

“Keep dancing.”

Brandy continued to sway as Vicki placed her hands on Brandy’s slender waist. With the teen’s sexy stomach only inches from her face, Vicki leaned in, and began planting soft kisses on it. Brandy tried to back away, but was held firmly in place. Vicki paid extra attention to Brandy’s small belly button. Licking from below it, up Brandy’s abdomen. Brandy shuddered at the feeling of having her stomach touched like this. Before she could even react, she felt herself being turned by her aunt’s strong hands. Now facing away, she felt her aunts hands slide down to her hips. Where she promptly removed the sash and tossed it aside.

“Aunt Vicki?”

“Keeping dancing my pet.” Brandy obeyed and continued swaying, she could feel her aunt’s hot breath on her behind.

“Faster! Shake your ass for me.”

“Yes mistress.” Brandy obediently wiggled her teen tush faster and faster, much to her aunt’s delight. Brandy was able to keep her body relatively still and shake her behind, as if it was detached from the rest of her. Vicki smiled wickedly as she watched her niece perform for her.

Unable to resist any longer, Vicki pulled the harem pants down. The elastic waistband, which held them up, now sat under Brandy’s bum, pressing it up and out even further. Impulsively Brandy reached to pull them back up, but Vicki was quick to reprimand her. Playfully slapping her bum and ordering her to bend over. Brandy complied and was rewarded with a flurry of kisses, licks and playful nibbles on her beautiful bottom. Brandy was surprised by the attention her body was receiving and how good it felt.

“Oh! Mistress, what are you doing to me?”

Vicki stood her niece up and wrapped her arms around her from behind. She pressed her body against the smaller woman and kissed her neck, while one hand reached around and began caressing her breasts. Brandy breathed heavily as Vicki began whispering in her ear and nibbling on it.

“Did you like dancing for me, my pet?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Are you a good little slave, that does as she’s told?”

“Yes mistress.”

Vicki glanced up and checked the mirror above the dresser, to see Brandy’s face. Her eyes were half open as Vicki reached for the clasp that held the sequined top on and undid it. Vicki watched her niece’s reflection as she squeezed her perfectly perky, teen breasts.

“I liked watching you shake these for me.”

Brandy’s only response was to lean back, rest her head on her aunt’s shoulder and close her eyes. Surrendering herself completely. When Brandy offered no resistance to being undressed, Vicki pulled the harem pants down to the floor allowing Brandy to step out of them.

Vicki took a moment to look her niece up and down. Brandy stood, panting, completely naked except for the veil, which hung just below her big brown eyes. Vicki escorted Brandy to her bed and ordered her to lay down. Brandy stared wide-eyed at her aunt, as she began to undress herself. Leaving only a black lace bra and matching panty. She climbed onto the bed and onto her prey, ready to satisfy her wildest desires.

Vicki lifted the veil and ran a finger across her nieces full lips. She eased one into Brandy’s mouth and played with her tongue. Instinctively, Brandy began sucking on the finger. Vicki leaned in and replaced her finger with her lips. Kissing her niece deeply and passionately, while her wet finger found one of Brandy’s hard nipples. She continued to kiss Brandy, down her neck, to her breasts. Sucking one sensitive nipple and then the other.

Vicki’s talented tongue continued its journey down Brandy’s beautiful body. Kissing and licking the teen’s tight tummy. When her aunt’s head moved down between Brandy’s legs to her shaved pussy, it caused her to tense up. No one had ever gone down on her before and she wasn’t sure what it was going to feel like.

“Mistress? What are you going to do?”

“I am going to taste your sweet little pussy,” Vicki purred. The comment filled Brandy with fear and anticipation.

Vicki licked up and down her nieces outer lips, making Brandy gasp. She was warm, wet and despite her fear, wanted more.

Vicki had eaten a lot of pussy in her day, but none were this sweet or satisfying. She listened as Brandy began to pant and toss her head from side to side. “Oh, oh!”

Vicki buried her face between Brandy’s legs and worked her tongue deeper inside of her, causing her niece to writhe around on the bed. “Oh, oh! Oh mistress!”

“Mmm, you taste so good baby. You’re sweet as honey.”

Vicki spread Brandy’s pussy with her fingers and licked her clit.

Vicki paused to ask, “who does your little honey pot belong to?”

Between moans Brandy mustered a meek response. “To you mistress, my little honey pot belongs to you.”

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