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Blood rushed through her veins as her pulse quickened. Hot lust rushed through her, sending a warmth all over her skin and making her fingertips tingle. She found herself in the strong arms of a man with a dark beaked mask; his naked skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as he pulled her to him. Lips brushed against her neck, a soft whisper against her skin before sharp fangs pierced her neck. His mouth latched to her neck and he tasted the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her breasts heaved with each breath; soft skin brushing against her sheer silky slip. The lace brushed her thighs, pulled up at one side where his hand clamped down on her hip and pulled her rump against his hard body. Desperation for more made her shudder. Her rosy nipples pulled the fabric taught. His strong hands teased, touched, and took control of her body as he sucked on her neck. His lips moves up to her ear and his teeth gently nibbled at her earlobe.

When he finally spoke, his voice came out in a gruff rumble, “You will do anything for me.” His tone made it clear that this was no request. With only silence hanging in the air, he pulled away, all of the pleasure he was bestowing upon her disappearing along with his touch. His lips remained at her ear and one hand clamped down on her jaw, forcing her to nod. She couldn’t see his face but felt his lips curl into a wicked smile.

“Yes!” She blurted out. “Yes, of course. I will do anything for you.” Her lips trembled as she forced the words out. The tumbled out of her mouth in an unnatural way as if she weren’t really making any noise; as if she hadn’t said them at all and he was in her mind.

“Good. Now, my sweetest Josephine…” His fingers began to fade into black smoke that choked her as it filled her lungs and eyes. “Wake up!” The smoke turned to silk, covering her face and suffocating her.

Josephine scraped the sheets away from her face and gasped in a breath of cool air. The thick heat pumping through her veins had yet to slow and she felt as if she were still in that groggy area between sleep and awake. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she pulled her body up like a marionette; her limbs moving stiffly as if pulled by strings. Shuffling to the bathroom, she splashed cool water onto her face then looked at herself in the mirror. Wet crimson curls framed her pale round face. She blinked her long-lash-shadowed almond shaped eyes wide and examined the iris. What were once hazel rings were now showing that the whiskey-colored centers were shrinking to reveal more of the jade green. Her eyes seemed to be changing. While she liked the idea of having green eyes, she rather liked the way that, when the sunlight hit right, the brown and green would mix to a startling honey-like color that seemed to glow. She dabbed some chapstick on her plush lipped mouth to keep it silky smooth and pinched her cheeks for color. When she took a step back to examine her body, she wondered when she began this odd little morning routine to make her look so pretty when there was no one in the house saver for her father and herself.

Lifting her black polka-dotted tank top she examined her belly. It was slightly rounded but not obscenely so, with a cute belly button and a tiny waist that most girls would kill for. The bottoms of her breasts showed and she glowered at them. Most girls want theirs at about a C cup. Josephine would like that too, but for a different reason. The fabric of her top pulled up higher and she examined the hefty globes that she was cursed with. At such a small size around and a large cup, she was forced to buy sexy bras at lingerie shops because no one but her was a 36F without implants. A loud sigh escaped her rose petal pink lips and she dropped the tank top down and brought her hand down and touched her smoothly shaven mound beneath her black boy-short style panties. Her middle and index fingers brushed against the dampness between her legs and a slight blush crept onto her face. Turning, she took one last look in the mirror at her adorable, at least she thought it was adorable, ass. The bottoms of the pale cheeks were showing and she fixed her panties so that it wouldn’t show off too much. Ever since she turned eighteen three weeks ago, Josephine had been relishing in her new found adult freedom. Perhaps that was when she began to make herself look so pretty, finding pleasure in making herself feel and look sexually attractive, even if it made her father uncomfortable. She’d bought two “adult” books and even a tiny vibrator that she has yet to come up with the courage to use, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t sleep and walk around her own home the way she wanted.

Lucas Dylan sat at the kitchen table with one hand around his cooling coffee and the other clicking away at the computer. Over half of the table was littered with receipts, reports and business memos that he’d printed, emailed, made copies of and faxed at least twice since the moment his alarm had gone off. Lucas worked bağcılar escort from home most of the time, only going in to the office for a meeting or to meet with high-profile customers. It was hard work keeping everything straight, but it was worth it to see his darling Josephine every day. Lucas was a tall man with broad shoulders and the trim muscular body of a runner. His hair was an uncanny shade of brown that seemed to incorporate every shade of brown in the forest, including a few brown-gray hairs at his temples. With ocean-blue eyes that had a splash of whiskey around the pupil, he was a handsome man with high-cheek bones and a strong jaw.

As he stared into the 2-D depths of his silver laptop he thought of his ex-wife. She had fire-red hair and a thin impish body that, though was the envy of every model from L.A. To Paris, had never truly made him lust after her. What made him fall in love with her, though, was her smile and the way she laughed. If lightning were lavender in coloration and silver could be liquid without burning, that beauty and all the beauty of renaissance-art rolled into one wouldn’t come close to the beauty within her laugh. She had thin lips but a large grin that showed how truly happy she always was. However, the laughter and smiles didn’t last long. When they’d met, both Lucas and his wife had been eighteen and starting college. Two months into the relationship and a pink plus on a pregnancy test made the engagement for them. When Josephine was two, though, Laura-his wife-had run off with her art-history professor and the divorce was handled quickly and neatly as she had effectively cut them out of her life and was now living in Reno with the professor who just happened to hit the jack-pot while playing roulette. That woman infuriated him.

The squeak of a floorboard brought him back to the here-and-now and it took him a moment to realize that the bodacious rump that was settled in front of the coffee maker was his little girl. As she stretched up to get a mug from the cabinet, Lucas could swear he saw the slick outline of her pussy through the stretchy black fabric of her panties. His cock twinged and his red-plaid boxers suddenly seemed a whole hell of a lot tighter. Rubbing a hand across his stubbly jaw, he wiped away the surprise on his face and screwed on his best I’m-the-dad face and waited for her to turn around so he could scold her, yet again, for being half naked in front of a man. Josephine must have heard his sharp intake of breath, because she sighed loudly, shoulders slumped, and poured her coffee. “I know what you’re going to say, so save it.” A wry smile teased his lips. “Oh really, then I don’t have to ask you to go upstairs and put some clothes on, you’ll just do it? Because I would love the amount of time that that would save me.”

She turned and rested a hip against the counter and sipped her coffee and grimaced at it’s lack of sugar or cream. “No, but we can both save time by agreeing to disagree and you letting me do what I want because I’m your little princess.” Sticking out her bottom lip and batting her eyelashes like a little girl, she looked at her father in a nearly sincere good-girl pose for nearly five seconds before she started laughing. A large slosh of coffee spilled out of her mug and onto her chest. Lucas was out of his chair in an instant and pressing a towel to her chest and taking the mug from her. Some habits die hard, and hot liquid on his little girl just hurt him on the inside to watch. “Are you okay honey?”

Josephine nodded and let out a disgruntled noise before dampening the towel with cold water and trying to blot out the coffee stains. “Yeah, I’m fine, just making a fool of myself, like usual.” She made her way to the door of the laundry room and muttered a quick “Don’t look” as she stripped off the tank top and dropped it on the floor in a damp mess. “I’ll go get dressed…” As she walked away, shoulders hunched, in only her panties, Lucas’ cock once again stirred in his boxers and he thought for certain that she would be the death of him. After all, what kind of girl walks around in such a sexy get-up in front of her father? One that didn’t know how to grow up, that’s what kind. One of these days he’d have to explain to her that she needed to act like an adult… but first he’d have to convince himself that he was ready to lose his little girl.

Slowly walking up the steps, Josephine caught a glimpse of her father and she could almost swear that she could see a lump in the front of his boxers. She mentally chastised herself and told herself that if she was going to start thinking like that about her father then she’d need to release some sexual tension somehow. After closing and locking her door, Josephine rummaged around her underwear drawer and pulled out the little three-inch neon blue vibrator, still in the original packaging. Her face flushed with warmth at the thought of doing something that she’d always considered so naughty but she had to try it, cihangir escort what good would it be if she didn’t try it. Though it was cheap, she still hated wasting money. She read the description and the directions on how to work the multiple speed vibe. As soon as she turned it on, a soft buzzing came from the device and her fingers tingled. She giggled like a little school girl then lay back on her bed and touched the vibrator to her panty-clad pussy and felt her pussy grow wet.

She moved it up and down along the black fabric, trying to figure out where she was supposed to put it then felt it brush against her clit and a jolt of pleasure shot through her and before she knew it, she was slipping down her panties and writhing on the bed with her legs spread wide and the vibe pressed against her clit. Her thighs began to tremble as she heard her father’s voice calling up the stairs for her. The muscles in her belly tightened as she climaxed, her juices flowing and covering her fingers and the vibrator. Images of a man burying himself deep within her as she climaxed; teeth against her neck, her back arching; breasts pressing against his chest; nails clawing down his back. She imagined herself kissing this man, but when he pulled away she recognized his face all too well, but she just pulled him in closer and kissed him more passionately, more feverishly. Daddy? She quickly turned it off and closed her eyes as she waited for the little aftershocks to subside, it was the most intense thing she’d ever felt. But what was with the image of her father kissing her… fucking her…? She told herself that it was just because she heard his voice. It was a lie, but she didn’t want to admit to herself that she had just gotten off by thinking of her father.

Lucas knocked on Josephine’s door and for an instant thought he heard a vibrator and heavy breathing, but quickly dismissed the thought, not wanting to face that very real possibility. “Honey?”

“Yes Daddy?” Her voice sounded shaky and breathless when she spoke, and she hadn’t called him daddy for such a long time.

Lucas shrugged it off as a fluke and leaned against the door as he spoke. “I’ve got to run into town for a meeting and it’ll run late… I was wondering if you’d like to run around the mall for a bit when I go then we’ll go out to eat dinner, maybe catch a movie, wasn’t there one out you wanted to see?” He hoped that this would help alleviate the embarassment she felt for spilling her coffee earlier.

Josephine quickly slipped on her white lace boy-short style panties and her white lace bra then stood next to the door and cracked it open a bit so that she could look at him. “Do I get to decide where we get to eat?” She raised an eyebrow and smiled when he did.

“Of course sugar! I’ll even buy you an iced coffee, with whip cream…and a lid” He winked at her and she laughed. In a streak of bravery, she threw open the door and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight then quickly disappeared back into her room. Lucas was stunned for an instant. Seeing Josephine like that, having her press against him while she still faintly smelled of sex made his cock instantly hard and he shivered at the thought of her pressing just a little bit closer. Something has to be wrong with me, he thought, no way in hell am I lusting after my daughter… I hope.

The red dress she picked out was perfect for a day like this with her father, it was bright red with big white skulls and anchors. She was still giddy after doing something so naughty, but she couldn’t help it, she needed to do it and she would never ever do it again, at least that’s what she told herself. After zipping the dress up, she slipped on her red stilettos and fluffed her hair in the mirror then applied a light layer of smoky-shadow and thin eyeliner with mascara to make her eyes pop. She looked gorgeous.

As soon as she stepped downstairs and into the living room, she knew that she’d done well. Despite her love of skulls and black and red, she always managed to look adorable and sweet despite what she wore. Lucas smiled and motioned for her to come sit next to him on the couch. She snuggled up to him as he watched the news and she didn’t even notice that it was near three-o’clock when her father stood and stretched and told her it was time to go.

Once they were in town it was nearly four-o’clock and he dropped her off at the door to the mall with fifty dollars in cash and his credit card. For the next three and a half hours, Josephine found nothing of interest except for a set of lingerie, that she really had no good use for, and a black European-style bikini that just barely fit her lovely bust. For the hell of it, she bought both.

The meeting ran a half hour longer than expected and by the end Lucas was a much richer man for it, yet that didn’t change how tired he was feeling. Sitting in a small room around an oval table wearing a suit was not his idea of a good time, at least he had his gaziosmanpaşa escort time with his daughter to look forward to. “Hey Luke!” Jack Sanders slapped Lucas on the back, a big cheesy grin on his face. “Good work today! It was you we have to thank for landing us that deal!”

Lucas smiled politely and nodded. “Yeah, but now I’m late for dinner with Josephine. She spilled coffee on herself this morning and I figured I ought to do something to make her feel a little better.”

Jack’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Well, I would have thought that a cute girl like her would want to be out with some young stud on a Friday night rather than hang out with her boring old dad.” He laughed loudly as they stepped into the elevator, obviously making a curvaceous Latina maid uncomfortable.

Lucas’ smile faded. “Josephine doesn’t date…”

Jack nudged Lucas with his elbow and nodded. “Right, and she doesn’t have sex, drink or smoke pot either?”

Lucas wasn’t amused. “No, she doesn’t. She is a good girl and I’m not sure I like you talking about her that way…”

Jack threw up his hands in temporary defeat. “Hey, all I’m saying is that an attractive young girl probably has some boyfriend she doesn’t want you to find out about. Hell, she probably has lingerie and some sex toys stored away for when he sneaks in at night, with the way she dresses I bet she’d into whips and collars and fun shit like that.” A dangerous sparkle in his eye sent Lucas’ temper to the boiling point.

He turned and looked straight at Jack. “Listen, you don’t talk about Josephine that way, she is my daughter, not some hot young slut for you to fuck in the supply room, okay? Next time you talk that way about her I will rip out your heart and feed it to you, got it?”

The doors opened and Lucas turned and left without so much as a thought as to what Jack was thinking or doing. If he would have looked back, though, he would have seen a red-faced monster in a nice suit. Jack was lucky that Lucas didn’t know about all the times that Josephine had come to see her father at the office and fled, crying, because Jack had felt her up or slipped a hand under her dress between her thighs despite her cries of protest. Even though Lucas knew Jack was an asshole and an idiot, what he said still got to him. How well did he really know his daughter? It was possible that she did all those things and just didn’t want him to find out, she was a gorgeous girl.

Jack remembered a particularly nice time when Josephine had come in to the office the first time. It was to bring her father his lunch that he had forgotten at home. She had no idea where his office was and Jack had easily lured her down the narrow hallway past the restrooms and then pulled her into the supply closet. She hadn’t realized that she was in a dangerous situation until her back hit the shelves and the lunchbox fell to the floor as Jack had pounced on her, thrusting himself between her legs and eagerly groping her breasts as he threatened to elaborate upon the story if ever her beloved father should find out. This was before she had stopped coming, and though he didn’t get to touch anything more than her clothed body, it was one of his favorite memories.

When he walked into the food court Lucas saw that Josephine had two bags with her, one from one of the department stores and the other from a store that sold sexy lingerie and other little naughty things. He smoothed his face and tapped her on the shoulder. “Well hello there pretty lady.”

Josephine looked up at him and smiled brightly. “Hey you, ready to but me that coffee now?”

It wasn’t soon after their foot arrived that Josephine sighed and dropped her napkin over her half eaten plate of fettuccine Alfredo. “What’s wrong? You haven’t eaten barely more than a bite and you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Lucas snapped his attention back to his daughter and frowned. “Nothing, why would you think that?”

She shook her head and nibbled at a bread stick. “I changed my mind about the movie, I’m not in the mood.”

Lucas opened his mouth to object then thought better of it. He wasn’t feeling all too well either, faced with the terrifying possibility of Josephine being a slut. Though he had no proof and was simply feeling the effects of Jack’s suggestion, he couldn’t shake the feeling like she was interested in some guy and the bag from the lingerie store didn’t help that. They left the restaurant and had a quiet ride home.

“Josephine, could you come here-oh, and bring those bags!” Lucas shouted from the living room and rubbed his sweaty palms nervously on his jeans.

Josephine walked in and sat down at the edge of the couch, the bags at her feet. “Okay…what is this about?” She chewed on her bottom lip nervously and Lucas couldn’t help thinking about how sexy he always thought it was when women did that.

“What did you buy today?” Leaning back in his chair, he tried to make himself look calm and nonchalant.

Arching an eyebrow at him, she shrugged and pulled out the swimsuit and tossed it to him and frowned. “That’s what I bought…” She did not like the way that this was going. “I don’t see why you care, I’m eighteen you know…”

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Hi, my name is Jessica, and I’m twenty two years old. I live at home with my father and two younger brothers. Mom died a few years back, and I know the boys (dad included) would have a tough time without a woman’s touch around the house.

But it wasn’t until Valentine’s day, last year, when I discovered just how much they really needed me. Dad would be working late, as usual, and the boys both had dates. After I enjoyed a nice bubble bath, I slipped my terry robe on and was in the kitchen putting dinner together when Mark walked in.

“I thought you had a date tonight.” he said as he sat down at the table.

“I thought so too, until he canceled. Said something about having to visit his grandmother, but I happened to be at the grocery store when I saw him and his “grandmother” picking out videos to watch. Funny how his granny looks to be about twenty years old.” I whined.

Mark left without a word, not even an “I’m sorry to hear” or anything. But he returned in a moment, and handed me a box.

“Here, these are for you.” he mumbled as he thrust the box of candy towards me.

“Oh! How sweet! Thank you! But aren’t these for your girlfriend?” I queried.

“I don’t have a girlfriend…at least not any more. Seems she has something against twenty year old guys who still live at home.”

“I’m so sorry! You deserve better anyway.” I gave him a quick hug as I set the box on the table. “Besides, didn’t you say she was just a tease anyway?” I remembered I was only wearing a short terry robe with nothing on underneath, so I turned back to the counter. “I can probably work two dinners out of this, if you’re interested.”

“Sure, if it’s not too much trouble.”

As we plopped down together on the couch, I flicked the TV on.

“Sorry Mark, all I rented was chick flicks. I was expecting to be alone tonight.”

“That’s OK. “You’ve got mail” is pretty good…for a chick flick.”

After about twenty minutes of Meg Ryan, Mark got up.

“Sorry sis, I’ve had enough of this. I’ll be in my room.”

Ten more minutes of Tom Hanks, and I found my mind wandering. It was upsetting that these guys on the screen had such a great relationship going, and I can’t even get laid. I noticed Mark left his drink on the coffee table, so I grabbed it and headed for his room, figuring he might get thirsty. As I pushed the door open, I found the room to be dark, except for the glow of the TV. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, and I quickly realized that he was watching a porn flick. My eyes searched for him, and saw him sitting on the floor, with his back to me, propped up against his bed. Apparently he didn’t know I was in the room, and obviously I wasn’t paying attention, because it was only when I flopped down next to him, that I noticed he was stroking his cock. He quickly covered up, and was so embarrassed, he couldn’t say anything. I was a bit shocked as well, but tried to make a recovery.

“Uh…you left you’re drink downstairs.” was all I could muster.

“Thanks” was his response.

“You know, what you were doing was perfectly natural.” I said as I patted his knee.

“Not when it’s in front of your sister.” he responded, still red faced.

“I don’t mind.” I have no idea where that came from. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I think it was the whole “being alone on Valentine’s Day” thing that got to me. My fingers slowly slid from his knee up the inside of his thigh to the pup tent that formed in his sweat pants.

“You’re right about Tammy, she was a tease.” he said, breaking the silence. “In fact, you’re doing more now than she ever did.” he said as he opened his legs up a bit more. I felt so sorry, and yet at the same time, felt it was my duty to take care of my younger brother.

“Well then, let’s do this right! Stand up!” I ordered. As he rose, I pulled the sweats down around his ankles. “Now lay back on the bed.” Laying my head on his kağıthane escort chest, I began to slowly stroke his penis. It has been so long since I touched another man, I didn’t feel like this was my brother. As thoughts flew through my head, I found myself inching closer and closer to his cock. Squeezing hard, a drop of fluid oozed out, and instinctively, I reached out and licked it off. The groan of approval was all the encouragement I needed.

I repositioned myself between his legs and began an all out assault with my tongue. I lapped and licked and sucked, and it became apparent this was his first oral experience. I knew he was about to cum, and I wanted it badly. I pumped furiously, and when the time was right, I sucked him hard and deep. His body came off the bed with each spasm, flooding my mouth with his warm salty cum. Looking up from between his thighs, I could see the sweat on his brow as he tried to catch his breath.

“Wow! That was incredible!” he finally managed between pants.

“Yeah, and now I’m going to tell dad!” We both turned towards the door where our nineteen year old brother, Billy, was standing, smiling.

“Hey! How long have you been spying on us?” Mark screamed.

“Long enough to know what you two were doing!”

“Besides, I thought you had a date, Mr. captain of the football team.” I piped in.

“I got dumped.” he said softly as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I mean, she was a bitch anyway, but to be dumped on Valentine’s day? That sucks!” Suddenly Billy was quiet, and obviously heart broken.

“Well, maybe we can cheer you up!” I offered, as I put my arm around his shoulders.

“Only if you’re going to do the same thing you did to Mark…I’m sorry, I didn’t really mean that. I was just jealous…and frustrated. I haven’t had a…you know…a real date in months.”

Now at this point, I really don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and pushed Billy onto his back. “So you want the same thing as Mark, huh?” I said as I tugged at the buttons on his Levis.

“No sis, I was just kidding!” he said, putting up a weak struggle.

“So are you saying you’re going to stop me if I try to suck on your cock?” I said with a devilish grin, rubbing his now growing erection. His only response was a groan as I fished his cock out of his boxers.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!” I said as I quickly began to suckle on his throbbing member. With my head down and my butt up, my short robe began to ride up my waist, allowing a breeze to cool my overheated pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark move off the bed, and in seconds, I felt a wonderful tongue sliding up and down my crack. It moved from my chocolate starfish down to my dripping pussy and back, rapidly bringing me to a boil. Just as I trembled into a much needed orgasm, Billy shot his load into my waiting mouth. I sucked for all I was worth, swallowing every salty drop he could fire. I licked and sucked until he was somewhat limp, then remembered how late it was getting.

“Oh shit! We better clean up before dad gets home!” I said, knowing he could be here any minute.

“Too late.” I heard Mark say. It wasn’t what he said that bothered me. It was where his voice was coming from, and it wasn’t from between my legs. I slowly turned around to see who owned that exquisite tongue that was so expertly driving me nuts. He stopped long enough to speak.

“Honey, I wanted you ever since you hit puberty.” he said with his face covered in my juices.

“Oh daddy! Shut up and keep licking!” I yelled.

“So Jessica, what are you gonna give dad for Valentine’s day?” Billy asked with a grin.

“Anything…he…wants!” I panted between mini orgasms. I knew daddy hadn’t dated since mom died, and I already knew what he was going to get. Let’s face it, every good girl fantasizes about doing daddy, and I had done this countless times in my head.

“OK boys, make room for daddy!” I said, ushering them off Mark’s bed. Pushing daddy back, I lifted his legs up and over so he was in the middle of the bed. I took his shoes and socks off, then started to unbuckle his belt when he spoke.

“Honey, you don’t have-” I put my finger to his lips and quickly whispered into his ear.

“Daddy, I’m going to suck your cock until you fill my mouth with cum, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” My mouth moved from his ear to his lips where I softly kissed him, slowly pushing my tongue out just enough to lick his lips. He answered me by opening his mouth and darting his tongue out to meet mine. That sweet tongue that just moments before was caressing my pussy was now sending chills up and down my spine. I unbuttoned his shirt and grazed my fingers across his hairy chest. There was no resistance as I unzipped his pants and pulled them from his legs. Looking down, I was awed at the sight of a man who filled the bed. Not just a man, but a hero, my hero, who held my hand for twenty two years. A man who lived his life to make mine better, even after losing his life partner. It is now time to give back some of that love, and what better day to start than Valentine’s day.

After folding his pants and laying them down, I crawled back onto the bed, pushing his legs apart as I neared the object of my worship. All three of them have the same shape and length cock, except daddy’s appeared to be thicker. In my typical heads down butt up position, I began running my tongue over the veiny surface. It grew very quickly, and was definitely thicker and longer than the boys’ when it reached full throb. His balls felt heavy in my hand, and his musky smell reminded me of his shirts that I would wear when he was at work. I loved his smell.

His cock definitely stretched my lips, but my mouth watered so much in anticipation of what was to come, it slid in and out with ease.

“Uh…honey, you better move your mouth!” he said reluctantly.

“Ungh?” was all I could get out.

“I’m about to burst, and I don’t want to drown you with this massive load I have been saving!” That is what he said, but all I heard was “Suck down my load of honey, Honey!”

“Cum in my mouth, daddy!” I said quickly. I used both hands, and sucked as hard as I could, swirling my tongue around the head at the same time. With a mighty grunt, he filled my mouth with one spurt. I quickly swallowed, but the cum was flowing as if it were coming from a garden hose. Even after six gulps, the cum pooled onto his belly.

“Oh man, I warned you!” he said with a grin.

“I made a mess all over you! I’m so sorry daddy!” I said, almost in tears.

“That’s OK!” he laughed, happy that so much stress has been relieved from his aching balls.

“No it’s not!” I said, as I began to lap up every drop of cum I could find. “I should have been able to swallow it all!” He moaned with each pass of my tongue. “I’m just going to have to keep trying until I get it right.” I said, shooting him a devilish grin.

I was so caught up in what I was doing, that I hadn’t even realized that Billy was licking and fingering my cunt. I did figure it out when that warm fuzzy feeling soon invaded my body, and I shuttered into another climax. I crawled up and straddled daddy, laying my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat and his strong breaths as they slowed back to a normal pace. As I lay there, I felt his cock twinge between my thighs.

“Oh! Does daddy want to fuck his little girl?” I asked as I squirmed around on top of him. He didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes told me what I wanted to know. Reaching back, I hefted his cock, and aimed it towards my hole.

“Damn your tight!” he said as he tried to push that monster into me. With a little wiggling, we managed to get it most of the way in. After some wild humping, he indicated that he wanted to be on top.

“I need to be able to pull out before I cum inside you.” he said as he began some long, slow strokes. I just nodded as he pistoned in and out of my near virginal pussy. I only had sex once, and it was only a blur. We were both drunk, I was surprised he was even able to put a condom on, much less find my pussy. But that was years ago, and long forgotten.

I was in one continuous orgasm, and didn’t want it to end, but I could tell daddy was getting close.

“Tell me when your close, and I’ll suck you off!” I whispered in his ear as I had both arms wrapped around his neck.

“In about ten seconds!” he groaned back. I quickly wrapped my long legs around his waist and held on tight. I wasn’t about to let go yet.

There was no way he could stop himself, and I could feel each spurt of cum as it hit the insides of my pussy. I held on until I could feel him soften. then slowly released my death grip on him.

I looked over to see both Mark and Billy standing there with erections in hand, not knowing exactly what to do.

As daddy rolled off me, I turned to Billy. “OK Billy, let’s see what you can do!” I spread my legs apart as Billy climbed up onto the bed. His cock disappeared into my sloppy pussy without much effort, and in ten minutes he was adding another load to my sperm filled womb. As he pulled out, a stream of cum trickled down my crack. I flipped over onto my knees, pointing my butt skyward, in an effort to not soak Mark’s bed.

“It might be sloppy, but your welcome to fuck me too, Mark!” I said as Mark surveyed the situation. He got on his knees behind me and pushed his cock into the cum. There was very little resistance, and it became apparent after a minute that this might not work. Animal instinct took over, and after a few thrusts, he pulled out and gently pushed towards my little pucker.

“Ohhh, not my butt!” I said, pulling away from him.

“Please sis! I’ll be careful!” he pleaded. “Just an inch, OK?” he asked as he rubbed the head of his cock around my butt.

“OK, just an inch, but if I say stop, you better stop!” I warned.

He pushed his cock into my pussy one last time, covering it in slimy cum, then hoisted it to my sphincter. We were so well lubricated, that his cock popped in with only a slight push. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but Billy helped by fingering my pussy. Soon I was rocking back and forth on about two inches of rock hard cock, and actually liked the feeling of fullness.

But then Billy went and screwed things up. He found my clit, and rubbed it between his fingers. Normally this would set me off, but with this strange new intrusion, it tripled the sensations coursing through my body. Planting my hands firmly on the mattress, I thrust my body back, impaling myself on Mark’s wonderful cock. He grabbed my hips as I squeezed him tightly with my butt muscles. Between Billy’s fingers, Mark’s cock, and the way his balls softly slapped my pussy lips, I was going nuts. With teeth clenched, sweat dripping off my body, and my fingers digging into the bed, I came harder than I had ever cum before. Mark was just finishing as I was coming down from that wild ride. I could feel each shot of cum as he filled my bowels with pleasure juice.

Over the next week, I never bothered getting dressed, as the guys all took turns filling me with cum. My pussy throbbed, my ass hurt and my jaws ached, but you know, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

After dumping what felt like a quart of cum into my cunt, daddy turned to me.

“Boy, I’m glad you’re on the pill!” he said, laying on the carpet with a sore cock.

“Uh daddy, there’s something I should probably tell you…”

Well, it’s been several months since Valentine’s day, and a few things have changed. Daddy has a new wife, and they are expecting a child soon. Both Mark and Billy have a girlfriend, and they are in heaven with all the sex they have been getting. And me? I’m married to my hero, and we’re expecting a baby soon. Oh and I have two boyfriends on the side. You figure it out.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Sorry again for the late chapter everyone. I’m sure you’re tired of my excuses by now, so I’ll just skip them. I’ll just let you enjoy the chapter you’ve been waiting so long for. 🙂

New readers beware: this is the seventh installment of my Daddy’s Little Psychopath series. Chapter One can be found here, Chapter Two can be found here, Chapter Three can be found here and Chapter Four can be found here, Chapter Five can be found here, and Chapter Six can be found here. You can expect this story to contain the following tags: cuckquean, father-daughter incest, mother-daughter incest, rough sex, and reluctance. If that isn’t your cup of tea, you can try most of my other series, as they are quite different from this one.

Please, please, please leave a comment below. I can’t stress enough how much feedback helps me write. I do read all of your comments and emails, even though I can’t respond to them all.

******

-RHONDA-

It made me sick to see how happy Daddy was to have his little Arab fuck slave back. I wasn’t there to see it in person, thank God, but when I watched the footage, I counted roughly 12 seconds elapsing between them hugging at the door and his cock pounding her pussy in the bedroom. Daddy just dragged her through the house, tore her clothes off and threw her to the bed. She didn’t say a word in objection or even try to resist. She let Daddy have her any way he wanted. She let him cum in her pussy and begged him for more because she wasn’t sure he’d gotten her pregnant yet.

God, I hate that Whore. I didn’t think I would ever hate anything more than The Bitch, but she managed to surprise even me. In a way, it’s almost funny. I’ll be sure to have a good laugh about it someday . . . after I beat her face in with a shovel.

Her time was coming. Even as I sat in my Control Room, watching the surveillance monitors and cameras I had installed across every inch of my home, I had plans. I’d make sure the little slut knew what happened when you crossed me.

******

-EILEEN-

David was so happy to see Katy again. I don’t think I’d ever seen him smile like that . . . not since the day I said ‘Yes’ as he slipped the ring on my finger or when he found out I was pregnant with our first child. I knew he liked Katy, but this went beyond just personal fondness. He didn’t treat her like the other girls. He didn’t even treat her like Ronnie or me—he was obsessive over Katy . . . controlling. He treated her like a servant more than a lover . . . and Katy was just happy to please him. It would have been really cute . . . if this weren’t my husband I were seeing.

Fortunately, David eventually stopped fucking her in our . . . my . . . bedroom. Unfortunately, he converted his reading room into a second bedroom for her. I wondered how Ronnie felt about that, since the house was technically hers, but she never seemed to care. Whenever I saw Ronnie, it was business as usual: fucking David at any opportunity and ignoring me as much as possible.

Thinking about all this, I sighed and checked my pregnancy test again. Nothing.

I was still only 45, and as far as I knew, my biological clock was ticking fine. My doctors said that I was still probably a few years away from menopause, and I would be able to conceive. If I ever conceived. Unfortunately, all my life, I’ve had what doctors referred to as “poor egg quality”. David and I had tried for 13 months straight before I got pregnant with Rhonda, and it took almost a full year before we had William. Worse yet, my medical condition only worsened with age. I had no idea when . . . or if . . . I would ever get pregnant again . . . but David wanted me to. It was risky for a woman at my age, and my doctors had urged me to get my tubes tied . . . but David wanted a baby from me.

Why did I even want one? I don’t know . . . I guess I just wanted to please “my” David. Well . . . he’s not “mine”, really. Not anymore. Seven weeks ago, David got Ronnie pregnant again. Two weeks after that, it was the Thai girl, Papao. Then the East Indian girl, Poojintha. After that, the Czech girl, Ivana. And, of course, he was really, really trying hard to put another one in Katy. And it’s gotten even worse since he lost his job. This was his job now. David was putting babies in sexy young women like he was some sort of pregnancy vending machine.

I still didn’t understand—where did Ronnie find all of these girls? Where had they all come from, and why were they all foreigners? Why did they want David’s babies so badly? Some of them didn’t even speak a word of English! I had the feeling that there was something terrible going on . . . that we were all party to something horrible. Like everything about Ronnie, though, I couldn’t prove any of it . . . so I just kept it to myself. Every night, though, I prayed that God mecidiyeköy eskort would keep us safe.

Everything about my “new life” left me so conflicted. The new David . . . I hated him, but I wanted him so much. When David would fuck me, I never wanted it to end. It was so rough, so physical and so passionate. I wanted him to keep using me. David would tear my clothes off of me. He would bend me over whenever he felt like and fuck me there. He would push me on my back and put my legs on his shoulders. He would fuck me strongly, and bite my tits like an animal. He spanked me until my ass was burning with his handprint. He pulled my hair until the roots almost felt like they would tear. He would keep pounding into me the whole time, fucking me like I’d never been fucked before. Fucking me with the strength and energy of a man half his age.

But eventually, it would be over. And when nighttime came, I slept in my bed alone. David was a better lover than I’d ever known, but I had to share him now.

God help me, I don’t know how to fix this. I want to have my husband back . . . but I don’t want to give up this incredible feeling. It’s a selfish contradiction, but I can’t help myself. The other girls make me feel so weak and stupid and helpless and ugly . . . but David makes me feel amazing. I don’t know how to give up one without the other! And Ronnie would never let me divorce David—she would never risk letting me go! No matter how much I worried or thought or prayed, I just didn’t see a way out.

And every day, I slipped closer toward just giving up.

One night, Katy came out of “her” room dressed in nothing but one of David’s t-shirts. Sweat covered her whole body from head-to-toe, making the fabric stick to her shapely body whenever she moved. I could even see her perky, healthy nipples poking through the front. She was practically floating as she meandered through my home, heading to the kitchen for what I could only assume was a mid-fuck-snack. She didn’t notice me at all, even though I was less than twenty feet away, burning into her with my eyes.

I could hear her in the kitchen for several minutes, moving things, rustling through my neat cabinets for God-knows-what. Whatever she was doing was making an ugly racket, so I lifted myself from my seat and stalked her into the kitchen.

“Um . . . can I help you?”

She finally broke from her daze and her head whipped around to look at me. Even with her heavy makeup smudged and weathered from sweat, she was still crazy gorgeous. I hated that. Why was every girl having sex with my husband so much younger and prettier than me?! I was sure, in my earlier years, I could have given them a run for their money—but 24 years and four kids later . . . I didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh, hello,” she said sweetly. “I’m sorry. I was just looking for some sort of beer. David said that he would like one.”

She turned back around and bent over to look deeper into the fridge. David’s shirt pushed up on her thighs just slightly, and I was able to get a glimpse of his thick, silvery seed seeping down her thighs. Globs of it. It was absolutely obscene . . . there was so much of it leaking from the girl’s pussy that there was no doubt what David was trying to do with her.

Well, it wasn’t like I didn’t know that anyway. Straight from the horse’s mouth, David had told me. The only thing he cared about now was making babies . . . and using young womens’ bodies for that purpose had become his passion—his obsession.

Did this girl even know who David was now? Did she know that Rhonda was just using her as a means to an end? She was just a tool to keep my husband brainwashed. To keep his mind so addicted to pleasure that he would never even think of questioning our daughter.

“Oh, I’ve found it!” she exclaimed, removing herself from the fridge and producing a tall can of Miller. “Thank you so much for your help!”

I was stunned. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Thanks? For what? I didn’t do anything.”

She smiled and began to sashay closer to me, kicking the fridge closed behind her. “Oh, I think you being here made me think a little clearer. I came here a bit light-headed after . . . well . . . after such a busy afternoon.”

I guess she stopped herself from saying, ‘After fucking your husband for four and a half hours straight.’ Somehow, the attempt to spare my feelings only made me feel even worse.

“Well, now you’ve got what you wanted. So I guess you can go back to trying to fuck David to death,” I said, heated.

She smiled at me. But not in the way I expected. Not in triumph or in contempt. Not with the malicious intent to destroy what was left of my marriage.

Instead, she only smiled at me with genuine joy and then said, “That would be selfish, wouldn’t it?”

Then, she disappeared into the bedroom again and taksim eskort the door shut behind her. Roughly ten minutes later, the bed began creaking. Two minutes after that, the moaning started.

******

“She’s going to destroy us, you know.”

Startled, I spun and saw Rhonda standing in the doorway, wearing her favorite robe.

“R-Ronnie . . .?” I stammered. “What . . . what are you . . .?”

“I spent thirteen years planning everything to the letter. I had it all so perfect. I knew how to make Daddy happy. I knew how I could finally win the man of my dreams. And I knew how I could finally punish you. To make you pay penance for your colossally misguided mistakes.”

I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Once again, the shame washed over me. I knew what she was talking about—the moment which still haunted me to this day. She knew how much it hurt to be reminded of it. She knew how much pain it had caused me over the years and how desperate I’d always been to make up for it.

Everything Rhonda was doing to me now . . . Everything that had happened to my family . . . I’d caused from my own actions.

“We were all happy, weren’t we? Daddy was so happy—you could see it in his eyes. I was so happy . . . .”

She touched her belly. Even though it didn’t show much now, David’s child was growing there as we spoke.

“And you were happy, too, weren’t you? You find this as kinky as Daddy and I do, don’t you?”

Despite myself, I felt a twinge of lust at the thought. No matter how much I tried to fight it, I had to admit that seeing our daughter pregnant with my husband’s child turned me on. Rhonda’s body was immaculate—she was a perfect hourglass, with as wide and curvaceous as her amazing bust. Her tummy was toned and fit, with nary a hint of ugly fat. Her legs were long, lithe and slender—just as David liked them, and she always wore the same heeled slippers to show them off.

I still couldn’t believe she had ever come out of my body.

What happened that made me get shafted by the genetics in this family? My mother, David’s mother, and Ronnie were all still gorgeous to this day. Why was I the only one struggling with her weight, or using makeup to hide her crows’ feet? Why did the “hotness” gene skip me and go straight to Rhonda? It wasn’t fair!

Still, Rhonda was a sight to behold. I no longer had any compulsions about admitting it. In fact, I could even admit that Rhonda had finally helped me realize my bi-curiosity. Even now, the only reason I was disappointed to see Ronnie was because she didn’t have her studded dildo with her. God, she always knew how to fuck me with it until I hollered and screamed like a banshee.

But when I looked down at her crotch, she was bare. Ronnie, of course, picked up on it. She smiled at me. Slowly, Rhonda’s nubile body existed the door way. Slowly, her hip swayed and her heels clicked on the floor as she stepped closer. Eventually, she stood next to me . . . so close that I could feel her heat. The folds of her robe had fallen aside, letting me get a view of my daughter’s breasts. They were ripening so well . . . slowly swelling with milk for my grandchild.

Ronnie gently reached up and slipped her finger into my mouth. I suckled on it gently, instinctively licking and coating it with my own saliva. In the meantime, Ronnie’s other hand had pushed away my tight leggings, making them fall down to my knees, leaving me in my bright, soaked panties. Ronnie’s nails scratched roughly against the soft cheeks of my rear, and traveled slowly up my spine. It felt like lightning shoot up from the small of my back.

I was already under her spell. My eyes were closed, and my arms had fallen limp. I let my daughter do whatever she wished with me. It hurt, but in a good way. I knew Ronnie hated me, but she knew how to perfectly blend pleasure with the pain. My nipples were hard, and my breasts perky . They reached out from my chest as if drawn to my daughter’s rack. I wanted to press my tits against hers. I wanted to feel her body against mine.

Ronnie slipped her finger out, letting a trail of shimmering spit fall from my lips. Her hand slowly rolled down my belly, both tickling my tummy and making my heart race with excitement.

Finally, I felt two of Rhonda’s fingers gently slip into her mother’s pussy.

“I assume that you’re hoping I’ll fuck you again,” she said as she gently fingered my pussy.

Embarrassed, I didn’t answer. I only moaned as my hips ground against my daughter’s fingers, gushing loads of cum all over them.

Then, just as quickly as it started, Rhonda pulled away. Her fingers were still gooey with my juices, and my pussy was aching to be played with.

“No . . .! Please, Ronnie! Don’t stop!”

“Well, blame her,” she said, indicating the next room, filled by the ecstatic screams of the youthful Katy. “If she doesn’t şişli eskort go, we may never have an opportunity like this again.”

I swallowed. “What . . . what do you mean, Ronnie?”

She gave me a familiar look. The ‘Are-You-Stupid?’ Look. She had been using it on me ever since she was four.

“In case you haven’t forgotten, the three of us: you, me, and Daddy, are all committing a felony. The three of us are all related by blood.” She again nodded toward the bedroom. “But her? She’s different. This is all fun to her. It’s just a game. She can have as much fun as she wants with us. She can destroy our entire family and walk away unscathed. Then everyone loses—you, me, Daddy—and all of our children.”

My heart paced wildly. I hadn’t considered it—I had just become so used to Ronnie being in control that I thought that there was no way we could get caught. Ronnie was so smart . . . so brilliant. She had planned everything so perfectly. She, David and I could fuck as much as we wanted and no one would ever find out.

But now, with this girl around . . .

Ronnie saw that I was starting to understand. She smiled at me, knowingly. I think, just for that instant, she didn’t think of me as an idiot.

“I made a mistake bringing her around. She’s more trouble than she’s worth, and now I have to get rid of her without being conspicuous.”

I swallowed. “G-get r-rid of her?”

Ronnie’s expression remained blank. She simply looked me in the eye and asked me:

“If you had to . . . could you kill her?”

“K-Kill . . .?!” I nearly fainted. “I don’t think I could . . . I don’t know how to . . .”

“I’m not telling you to do it,” Ronnie continued. “I’m only asking if you could. Even if you hate me, would you do it to protect your husband? Your children? Your grandchildren?!”

My babies . . . all of them were precious to me. Even the grandchildren David had made with Ronnie. Even the ones he had made with other women . . . they were all so innocent. I could never let anything happen to them.

“I . . . I don’t know. I . . . I suppose if I had no choice . . . to . . . to save my family . . . “

She smiled at me. The look in her eye . . . I don’t think I’d seen anything like it in years. She waltzed up to me, her beautiful hips swaying ever so gently. Her fingers gently caressed my cheek, and then she leaned over to give me a loving kiss.

Then softly, she said: “Thank you, Mommy. That’s all I needed to know.”

******

Ronnie had given me lots to think about. I spent the rest of the night stewing it over in my mind. I was so deep in thought that I barely even heard the moans, screams and grunts in the bedroom. If I had been, I would have noticed from the sounds David was making that he’d just cum inside Katy again. That would mean it was time for another break.

She came out of the room once more. This time, much less floaty and much more sore. Her pussy lips were swollen and inflamed, and she had even more of David’s juice dripping from between her legs.

I cast one look at her, frowned, and then turned back to my magazine.

“. . . So I assume you don’t approve?” I heard her ask.

Instead of brushing it off, I responded reflexively.

“What, you think I should be supportive of my husband screwing another woman and trying to knock her up? That she spends more time with her than she does with me?!”

She didn’t frown at me. She didn’t have any strong reaction at all. I think my response was something she had been expecting. Waiting for, even.

“I see. I did not know this arrangement was not to your liking. After our original meetings, I thought you were much more willing to see me with David. You enjoyed our first sessions so much.”

I had almost forgotten that the first four times David and Katy had sex, I had been involved with them. Originally, David’s “affairs” had started as threesomes, and David and I would meet with the girls together. Ronnie was taping us together—using it as leverage. It was her ace-in-the-hole, if David and I ever betrayed her.

But then, David changed. He began seeing most of the girls on his own. Katy was his favorite, by a mile. He had grown quite fond of her, and her willingness to completely submit to him. With Rhonda, David could never be in control, and with me, David still held back a little. Katy, however, would do anything David asked her to do without any reservations. As meek and sensitive as David had once been, in his middle age, he was starting to relish the power. He was becoming more assertive . . . more conquering.

I had forgotten Katy wouldn’t know about any of that. She wouldn’t have known what our home was like before she and the other girls showed up. Or what David had been like before all of this.

She wouldn’t know how much she’d taken away from me. From all of us.

“I’m sorry,” I said, even though I truly didn’t want to apologize. “Forget I said anything. Just . . . just do what you’ve got to do and go back into the bedroom. David is waiting for you.” I turned back to my magazine.

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It had become the highlight of my day, sitting out on the bench in front of the apartment complex I called home, waiting for the school bus to drop the students off. This gives you an idea of how exciting retirement was for me, but at 65 you take your thrills anyway you can.

Each day at 3:35 or so, the Catholic school girls go by, dressed in identical outfits that were as stereotypical as they come. White short sleeved blouses, red and white plaid skirts and white knee-high socks. I rented a porn movie that had girls dressed almost the same way, so maybe that’s why the outfits put a little lead in my pencil.

There’s four of them that go by usually, three of them walk together and go past my bench first. I say something pleasant like, “Good afternoon ladies,” and they giggle among themselves without responding.

That hasn’t stopped me from continuing to speak to them all year, but the year is almost over so I guess time is running out. The fourth girl is different though. She walks alone, behind the others, trudging very slowly with her books clutched to her chest. Her I like.

She’s a loner, much like I was back then. Not as pretty as the others, but she has a nice smile. Nicer now since she had the braces taken off, and I’ve managed to make her smile recently when she started responding to my greeting.

And here they come. Only two of them in the main pack today, and they giggle when I wish them a nice day, probably thinking that I’m an old pervert wanting to get into their britches. Perceptive little snots.

Then comes Madison. I found out her name last week, and I thought that she was giving me her last name when she said it.

“No, that’s my first name. Madison. Madison Moore,” she told me, blushing as she spoke. “Dumb name, huh?”

“Not at all,” I assured her. “It’s nice. Different. Bob. Now that’s a dumb name. There’s a billion Bobs, but not many Madisons. You’re unique.”

“I guess,” Madison said with a shrug before continuing home that day.

“Good afternoon, beautiful,” I proclaimed as Madison approached. You’re even prettier than this beautiful sunny day.”

“Hi Mister – Bob,” Madison said, correcting herself after recalling that I had insisted that she call me by my first name.

“Tough day at school?” I asked, and she nodded.

“They all are.”

“Well, in a few weeks you’ll be done for the summer,” I reminded her.

“Boy, those are pretty,” Madison said, referring to the lilac bush in front of the building.

“Lilacs? Yeah, they are something. Too bad they don’t last long,” I said. “Have you ever been back there? There’s a whole lot of them.”

I gestured across the way at the patch of woods about the size of a football field. There had been a FOR SALE sign in front of it for about a year, and I was always afraid that somebody would buy it and level the only thing resembling nature around there.

“Really?” Madison asked. “I would like to see that someday. Maybe I could take some home. I know they would get mad if I took them off of this bush here.”

“I could take you back there now, if you like,” I offered. “Unless you have to get home that is.”

“No. Mom doesn’t get home until after 5,” Madison offered.

“Then let’s go!” I said, jumping to my feet and leading the way, hoping that nobody was watching me bring this schoolgirl into the woods.

How old was Madison, I wondered as I led her to the path that led to the lilacs. She looked about 16. What was that old saying? Old enough to pee, old enough for me? Well, having managed to avoid anything more than a parking ticket over 65 years, I had no interest in going to jail for a little piece of tail, no matter how tempting the prospect.

“So Madison, what grade are you going into next year?” I asked, trying to figure out her age from that.

“Freshman,” she said. “College, I mean. I graduate next month.”

“Really?” I said. “I had no idea. How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” Madison said. “Last month.”

“Oh. Happy belated birthday,” I said.

“I know I don’t look it,” Madison complained.

“It’s not that,” I said, but she was right.

Madison was about 5’6″ or so, but was skinny, without much of a figure as far as I could see. She always had her books clamped to her chest, but the peeks I had managed to get didn’t show much. That was fine by me. My wife was an A cup and I loved those little titties of hers until the day she died.

“You’re very mature,” I said. “Much more so than your friends seem to be.”

“They aren’t my friends,” Madison said as she stepped over a fallen branch, referring to the other girls that rode the bus with her. “I’m not very popular.”

“Bet you’re a good student,” I suggested, and she nodded. “Jealous of you because you’ve got beauty and brains.”

Madison shook her head, but while she knew she wasn’t pretty in a classical sense, she liked being told that, even by an old fart like me. And to me she was cute.

“Oh wow!” Madison said as we reached the lilacs, which were just hitting their escort şişli prime. The aroma was strong and the purples were brilliant under the filtered sun that lit them up.

I helped Madison pick some flowers to take home, and after we got done I suggested that we sit on the stump of a tree before heading back. I didn’t need the rest so much wanting to stretch these moments out as long as I could.

“You live alone with your Mom?” I asked. “No sisters or brothers?”

No. I have an older sister, but she’s married.”

“Your father?” I asked, and Madison shook her head no briskly.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked, and Madison shook her head again, but not briskly and with a little smile.

“Me? Omigod no.”

“Oh. Are you a – you know?”

“A lesbian?” Madison said, and burst out with a laugh, a bright and happy laugh that was so melodic that I joined in. “No, but maybe I should try that. Maybe they aren’t as particular as boys are.”

“I don’t know why you say that, because I think you’re a lovely young woman,” I assured her. “If I were your age I’d love to be with you.”

“Boys like girls than are more, you know, like girls should be,” Madison said, and when I told her I didn’t understand, she explained.

“I’ve got a big nose and a flat chest, for starters,” Madison said. “Hairy as a bear too.”

I had noticed the hair on Madison’s arms, but the long downy fur didn’t repel me like it may her generation. I adored it, alone with the faint down that circled in front of her ears, and it made me wonder if she was also hairy down below.

“You know, a lot of men find this attractive,” I said as I reached my hand over to touch her forearm, finding the hair just as soft and fluffy as I had expected.

“I’m sorry,” I said when I realized what I had been doing. “I don’t know what I was…”

“That’s okay Bob,” Madison said. “That felt nice.”

The hairs were now standing straight up on her arm, and Madison’s pale white skin was covered with goose bumps as the result of my touching her.

“And you aren’t flat,” I said as trickles of sweat rolled down my spine.

“Padding – mostly,” Madison said as she looked down at her blouse and the small swells that pressed against the fabric.

“That’s okay,” I said. “My wife? I’ll bet her breasts were smaller than yours, and she was as sexy as they come.”

“They’re really small,” Madison said. “If we had money I would get implants.”

“That would be a shame,” I said, and then suddenly suggested that she get a second opinion.

“Here?” Madison asked. “What if somebody came back here?”

“We’ll hear them coming a mile away. Remember how noisy we were coming back here stomping through the underbrush?” I reminded her, realizing how pathetic I was acting in practically begging the poor girl to take off her top for me.

A woman, I reminded myself. Madison’s 18, and the only thing I’m probably guilty of is being a lonely and horny senior citizen who still managed to get hard without help much of the time.

“Nobody ever wanted to see them before,” Madison lamented, and then after a moment of awkward silence she was putting the flowers down and unbuttoning her blouse.

Her hands were shaking more than mine were, and mine were gripping my own thighs so hard that it hurt. One button, two buttons and then the third. Now she was pulling the blouse out from under her skirt and pulling it off.

She was beautiful, and just as I startled to tell her so my eyes caught a sight that I hadn’t expected. A vision so magnificent and natural that my heart skipped a beat.

“OMIGOD,” Madison muttured when she saw where my eyes had gone. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” I whispered as I gazed at the hairs that were peeking out at me from the fold of her underarm. “For what?”

“I don’t – I mean, I shave my legs,” Madison explained, nervously babbling while I tried not to faint. “I didn’t know anybody was going to see me like this. I mean, I shave my pits if I’m going to the doctor or something, but otherwise it’s like nobody would ever see them so I don’t bother. You know?”

“Can I see?” I asked/begged. “Please.”

“I’ll show you mine,” I kidded, and that got Madison to smile.

Slowly, painfully slowly, Madison lifted her arm, and as that slender pale limb was raised, my eyes took in the wondrous sight of her unshaven armpit. The deep hollow was overflowing with rich dark hair, and although I had been lucky enough to have dated several women who chose to remain natural in my time, none of them had armpits as spectacularly hairy as Madison’s were.

“Amazing,” I managed to say.

“This is embarrassing,” Madison said, and although her face was beet red she left her hand behind her head.

“You have no concept of how beautiful I find you,” I said. “May I?”

My trembling hand moved up, and then I was touching her. Her underarm hair was as soft as a cloud, and as my fingers moved into the thick tuft I heard Madison breathe in through her teeth.

“Told you I was as hairy as kağıthane escort a bear,” Madison reminded me sheepishly.

“Are you – down there also?” I asked, and Madison nodded as she bit her lower lip.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” I said, and as I started to tell her that quite a few men found body hair on a woman very sexy, I saw Madison’s eyes widen as she stared at my crotch.

I glanced down, and saw that not only was the fact that I had an erection painfully obvious even though my slacks were baggy, there was a large wet spot at the bulge.

“My turn to be embarrassed,” I said, and then realized that Madison might not understand. “I’m not incontinent, just excited. Very very excited.”

“Really?” Madison said.

What a pair we were, I thought. A 65 year old man whose cock was drooling pre-cum and an 18 year old girl with her arm raised so he could play with her underarm hair. Who cares, I figured. How much longer do I have, and when is this chance going to come again?

“Can I see it?” Madison said shyly.

“Never seen one before? I asked.

“One,” Madison admitted, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

“Did you touch that one?” I asked and she nodded.

“Lucky guy,” I said, and with great reluctance I stopped playing with my young companion and stood up to fish my erection out of my trousers.

“Omigod,” Madison mumbled as she saw my cock swaying out of my fly and almost in her face. “It’s way big.”

“Not really,” I said, and it hadn’t been anywhere this big since it was in my wife four years ago, because I was sporting an honest-to-goodness erection, not the semis that I often got when I would masturbate out of boredom.

Every vein and ridge was swollen as the thick seven inches strained tautly for inspection, The outline of the head of my cock was threatening to burst through my foreskin, and I heard Madison gasp when I retracted the hood to expose the bulb of my member.

“That’s cool,” Madison said as I sat down before my erection poked her in her eye.

“You caused it,” I told her.

“I bet it wouldn’t stay hard if you see my breasts.”

Ah! Madison’s breasts! That was how we got this far in the first place.

“You’re on,” I said, and then Madison stood up and reached behind herself, making a face as she struggled with the hooks.

I could see the bra was padded, and there was a little pink flower between the diminutive cups. Madison had no cleavage, her collarbone was rather prominent, and her ribs showed a bit, but none of that mattered when she pulled her bra straps off of her slender shoulders.

“You’re not flat, honey,” I said as I stared open-mouthed at the cutest pair of titties I had seen in what seemed like forever. “Your breasts are beautiful.”

Madison’s hands came up briefly to cover them, but then she lowered them and allowed me the pleasure of devouring them with my eyes.

“They’re so small,” Madison whined, and while it was true that they were tiny, they were incredible.

Madison’s breasts were indeed small, and almost all of them were nipple and aureola, the plump blossoms dominating the little cones they rested on, but the way her breasts jutted out such that they defied gravity was what made them spectacular. The presence of a couple of tiny hairs on the edges of the aureolas did nothing to make the sight of here any less amazing.

“You lost the bet,” I wheezed, standing up so that Madison could see that not only did I still have my erection, the usually pale tube was now crimson, and there was a long rope of pre-cum dangling off of the tip of my erection.

We were both panting like hounds, and when I reached over and cupped Madison’s breast I felt light-headed. Not even a hand-full for someone with smaller hands than mine, but so firm and perky that their size only made them better to play with.

“I have to go,” Madison said, looking at me with a pained expression.

“I understand,” I said, knowing how I must look, a pathetic old man groping her in her woods.

“I don’t want to,” Madison said. “I have to. It’s five o’clock. We can come back here tomorrow, if you want.”

“You would?” I said, and when she nodded I felt like I was 18 too. “I’d love that. This was the best day I’ve had since – my wife.”

“I had fun too. You make me feel – I don’t know. Special.”

“You are special,” I assured her. “Can I kiss you?”

We kissed, and when my lips touched hers it was like being with Marie again. My erection poked Madison as we kissed, but instead of backing away she reached down and grabbed it.

“Do you want me to…”

I nodded, not knowing or caring what she was offering, and then she stood at my side and moved her fist up and down the length of my cock. Her school ring with the red stone twinkled as she jacked me off.

She had done this before. That one other cock she had seen and touched? That guy was the luckiest man in the world up until now. I reached around Madison’s shoulder and drew her next to me, the tips of my fingers stroking escort ataköy gently under her arm.

“Is this right?” Madison asked, and I nodded.

Maybe it wasn’t right, but it was great. I felt my orgasm build up, seemingly from the tips of my toes, and as it surged through me I grunted out a warning.

“Gonna cum!” I announced, and then I ejaculated like I hadn’t in years, my knees buckling as I did.

Madison’s fist kept pumping as jets of milky seed landed on the forest floor, and even after I stopped cumming and went limp she kept milking it until she had squeezed out every drop.

“Thank you,” I sobbed and unable to stop a tear from trickling down my cheek, took my handkerchief out of my pants pocket and wiped Madison’s hand off.

“Got some on your pants too,” Madison noted.

“If I knew this was going to happen I would have taken them off,” I joked after cleaning up the mess.

“We can do stuff tomorrow if you want,” Madison suggested.

“I wish it was tomorrow already,” I said while helping Madison get her flowers and books together. “I’ll be back here waiting for you.”

We walked to the edge of the woods where I suggested she go out into the real world alone, so people wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

“See you tomorrow, Madison,” I said as she left.

“Okay Bob,” Madison said as she started to walk away before stopping and turning to face me. “I guess you’re like my boyfriend now, huh Bob?”

“I guess,” I replied.

“Never had a boyfriend before.”

“I thought you said that you had been with…”

“No. Never had a boyfriend. That didn’t count.” Madison said sharply.

“In that case, I’m honored,” I said.

“Tomorrow then. Oh. Should I – you know – shave?”

“No!” I said way too loudly than I meant to. “I love you just the way you are.”

***

I loved at my reflection in the full-length bathroom mirror as I dried myself off after showering, shaking my head at how much I was starting to look my age.

The harsh light of the bathroom was unforgiving, seeming to highlight every vein and wrinkle on my 65 year old body. With about 160 pounds on my 5’10” frame, I was still the right weight but the muscle tone was gone.

Like the hair on my head, the fur that remained on my chest had turned to silver, as had much of the bush around my cock. Even though I had pleaded with Madison not to shave, I decided to do something with the out-of-control forest surrounding my junk, and after weeding it out and cutting it back it looked better.

“You still work, my friend,” I said to my dick, who had not only gotten hard yesterday, but had risen again during the evening just thinking about Madison, and I had to fight the urge to rub one out, hoping to save my energy.

The grinning fool looking back at me in the mirror looked foreign to me. For the last few years that face had been sullen and bitter, showing little interest in living. This guy here? Now this guy was more like the old Bob.

The fact that it took something so juvenile as playing “show me yours and I’ll show you mine” in the woods with a girl barely legal, mattered little. It had been fun, and seeing Madison’s innocent and natural beauty had been a blast from the past as well.

We were going to meet back at that spot again today, and when the morning sun disappeared for a while as ominous clouds passed through, I thought our plans were going to be ruined, but the day cleared as afternoon came.

Dressing as cool and casually as I could, I gathered a few things and headed back about a half hour before Madison’s bus would drop her off. I spread a blanket on the ground near the lilacs, and set up the little plate of cheese and fruit, along with a bottle of wine, and counted the moments.

When it got to be 3:30, I walked back out to the edge of the woods and watched the street. The bus was a couple of minutes late, but it arrived at last, with the 3 snotty girls waltzing ahead while Madison walked behind them.

She dawdled, and then when they got out of sight Madison skipped across the street and towards the woods. I hustled back to the spot and tried to act casual as I waited for my sweetheart.

Madison appeared a minute later, books clutched to her chest, and when she saw the little spread I had set out next to me on the blanket I thought she was going to cry the way her eyes welled up.

“It can’t be that bad,” I kidded as I rose to greet my girlfriend.

“Thank you,” Madison said as we kissed, and my cock was already surging as me held each other.

Those tiny breasts pressed against me, and the aroma of bubble gum and perfume filled my nostrils as we stood there for a minute before going down onto the blanket.

“This was so sweet of you,” Madison said as she grabbed some grapes.

“I forgot that you aren’t old enough to drink,” I said, apologizing for the wine.

“I have a glass of wine at Christmas and special occasions,” Madison said. “This is special, isn’t it?”

“It is indeed,” I said, and poured us some wine.

“Yesterday,” Madison said as she sat across from me, either not knowing or not caring that with her knees raised and her plaid skirt hiked up by sitting like she was, I could see very well. “Yesterday was so much fun.”

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She kissed me again and our tongues met. My clit began to throb. She took my other hand and we stood up and began to kiss more passionately. She leaned against the wall and I fell into her arms and our breasts pressed together and she kissed my neck as she wrapped her legs around mine. I’d never felt such lust in my life; all I wanted to do was have sex with this girl. I cradled her head in my hands as she licked down my neck and began sucking my left nipple. I moaned. She looked up at me and we kissed again. Then she turned me around and I leaned over and put my hands on the wall. She spanked my ass and then put her hand between my legs and spread them. She began massaging my clit as I bucked and moaned. She spanked me again. “Shhhhh,” she said. “We have neighbors.”

“I don’t care,” I said.

She rubbed harder and then took my hair with her other hand and pulled. I moaned again and she spanked me again. I could feel it getting closer. She could feel it too and put her hand over my mouth as I came, my legs shaking as she put her fingers inside me, our bodies drenched with sweat, my pussy throbbing as she took her hand away from my mouth and put her arm around my waist and held me as I shook, her body pressed against mine, her fingers still inside me, sweat pouring down my legs and back, mixing with hers. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and threw her down on my bed.

I pulled out my strap-on and turned and looked at her. She was lying on my bed expectantly, with her legs spread, caressing her perfect tits, smiling at me as she played with her pussy. Her skin was glistening and I could see her abs rippling as she writhed mecidiyeköy escort on the bed, her perfect feet pointing in my direction. Her whole body seemed to be waiting for me, wanting me, craving me. I couldn’t wait to have my way with this beautiful creature. I wanted to fuck her from every position possible and lick every inch of her smoking body. I put my cock on the harness and spread some lube around it and walked slowly to the bed. She patted the spot next to her and I lay down. We began kissing and she played with my cock, taking the lube from me and spreading it around the tip and shaft and then pouring some on herself and rubbing it around and inside her pussy.

“Be gentle,” she said. We looked at each other and laughed and then I got on top of her and we kissed. I glided my cock between her tits and then she took it on her hand and began to lick the tip of it.”

She let go of my cock and slowly guided it down to her dripping slit. I swirled it around her pussy lips and she gasped, then I rubbed it against her clit and she closed her eyes and her head fell back against the pillow. Then she spread her legs even wider and grabbed my ass with both hands.

I entered her and she moaned. I went deeper and began to fuck her with my cock. Her face contorted as she moved to my rhythm, wrapping her powerful legs around mine and letting me go deeper and harder into her.

A gave her a look and she smiled her face in total ecstasy with each thrust of my cock. She put her arms around me and held me as I fucked her, kissing my face and neck, as we pressed our tits together and fucked. I pushed myself up and fucked her harder as şişli escort she watched me, baring her teeth and pulling me down toward her, taking my tits into her mouth and sucking me. Then we changed positions. She turned around and grabbed my cock and led it into her dripping pussy, burying her head into the pillow as I fucked her from behind. She cried out as she got close and then there was no holding back as she came, her whole body contorting from under me as she rode my cock to orgasm. I lay on top of her, still inside her as she contracted around my cock, then I slipped my cock out of her pussy and fell down on the bed and we grinded into each other, sucking and licking our breasts.

I felt so free with her and wanted every inch of my body kissed and licked as much as I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of hers. I took each of her breasts into my mouth and sucked, licking and biting the nipple, teasing them, swirling around them with my tongue, taking as much of them into my mouth as I could. She moaned and held me tighter, grabbing my ass and pulling me nearer, grinding me as we sucked and licked. Then we began to rub each other’s pussies with our hands. She moved her hand over my labia, massaging my clit as I bucked and moaned, inserting one, then two fingers into my vagina and fucked me as she rubbed my clit with her thumb, I did the same, slowly fingering her as she begged me to go harder and we lay facing each other and kissing as we wringed each other into a explosive orgasm, writhing and moaning as we worked each other’s pussies harder and faster, finally cumming and collapsing, laying on our backs exhausted and holding hands. She turned taksim escort to me and smiled. “Feel good?” she asked.

“Yes.”

We moved back together and kissed. “We’re just getting started,” she said.

“I know.”

She put put her hand on my ass and wrapped her leg around my waist. We kissed again and I got on top, grinding into her. I kissed around her neck and ears, sucking her earlobe and neck, then going down between her breasts and belly. “Eat my pussy,” she whispered.

I spread her legs and kissed the inside of both of her thighs, going down her legs and then kissing her ankles. Then I glided my tongue down one calf, then the other as she breathed in and out, begging me to kiss her pussy. Then I kissed the inside of one thigh then the other as I came closer to her pussy, finally kissing it, taking it in my mouth and sucking on it with my lips and then gently nibbling on her clit with my teeth and then flicking it with my tongue as she bucked and moaned underneath me grabbing my hair my her hands. “Feels so good,” she said.

I looked up at her and she took my face into her hands, pulling me toward her, kissing me and sucking on my tongue.

“I want your pussy,” she said. She pushed me down on the bed and we got into a 69, devouring each other’s drenched pussies. As I licked the whole of her, she did the same. I grabbed her ass and put my tongue inside her, licking her, sucking on her as she did the same. My legs began to shake under her and I moaned as I got closer. She bucked as I licked her clit faster and harder and she buried her face in my pussy and soon we were cumming again, barely able to breathe, passing out from the absolute ecstasy of it all. When it was over we were barely able to move, slowly finding each other in the dark and holding each other close, our arms and legs tangled together, lips touching, kissing, crying.

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Hey guys, Robert here. This is Dave’s story about his first time having sex BDSM style with Tim and how Tim made him his personal Bitch. I guess Dave has always been a submissive little slut and has been begging me recently to get Alex and Tim together so that the three of us can do this to him. Also I’m currently working on part 3 of We all have the same thing (WAHTST) so this is just a little something to read and fap to while that’s being worked on. Plus there are some sex methods from this story that will be part of WAHTST. Also sorry it took forever to update but I got stuff in my life that’s eating up time and I write when I can so part 3 will come out but it’ll be a while till then. I’ll also make more individual stories like this to fill the gaps. Anyways enjoy his story.

NOTE: He said he remembers everything in detail and will be writing from a narrative perspective. In this story Dave is 20 and Tim is 21. Also in the story is an artifact from Egyptian times that brought women many great pleasures. Replicas of the sex toy artifact were made so that people can enjoy them equally as much. Apparently after competing and fucking many men, Tim won a replica through a male porn contest.

Sneak Peak: “You were very loud just then, David. You wouldn’t want the other roommates to hear us, would you? I think I’ll have to punish you for this.” Dave’s eyes widened at these words.

“Finally” Dave thought as Tim began to suck on his neck. The two men had been together for about a month. They were extremely close and in love and they have an equally high sex drive so they became inseparable. It also set fire to their lust.

Dave was beginning to feel all of his energy rush to a certain area down south, which Tim noticed right away. He chuckled slightly at his boyfriend’s reaction and slid his hand smoothly down and past his belt to palm his clothed half-erection. The contact caused Dave to moan in relief and pleasure, and he decided to give his boyfriend something in return. He moved his hand down to the waistband of Tim’s pants, undoing the button and zipper before reaching inside. He stroked him through his boxers before moving inside those as well and grasping his boyfriend’s cock. He moved his hand up and down slowly at first before hearing Tim’s moans which gave him the need to move his hand faster. Dave’s hand was starting to ache, plus he wanted to give his best friend the ultimate pleasure, so he slid down to the ground on his knees, taking Tim’s pants and boxers with him. Tim finally felt the heat and extreme wetness that was Dave’s mouth. He breathed around the shaft before pulling back, drawing his tongue along the underside, then circling it around the head. Tim let out one of the most erotic sounds Dave had ever heard, encouraging him to continue. Dave moved his mouth to engulf the entirety of Tim’s manhood once again, and began to suck and lick, loving the noises Tim was making. When Tim thought he couldn’t take it anymore, he tried to buck upward into Dave’s mouth. He wanted more, faster, but Dave grabbed his hips and held him down. He then pulled back and licked at Tim’s tip again, but this time refused to go any further.

“Uhn, David, stop teasing me!” Dave grinned at the fact that for once, he could make his lover squirm, and gave one last lick before he went back down on Tim. He swirled his tongue around his mate’s shaft in every way he could think of, until Tim couldn’t take anymore. The older of the two grabbed his boyfriend on either side of his face and began thrusting his hips back and forth, forcing his cock deep into Dave’s warm, wet cavern. Tim began to get bigger and faster as he heard the moans and gags from his lover. “Uhhhhh. David, you sound so good.” After a few hard thrusts, Tim came and Dave desperately took all of the seed that was offered to him.

Dave had experienced this moment so many times, but the thought of the feeling of Tim’s body flush against his own only got better each time. He felt Tim’s tongue against his lips, and opened his mouth to allow Tim entrance. But Tim’s mouth didn’t spend too much time on Dave’s. Ever so slowly, Tim began to move lower and lower down the other’s body, kissing and nipping the naked flesh. “Oh, Dave, you taste so good.” He smiled against his fuckboy’s skin. “And I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” The older boy felt his companion’s member twitch against his stomach. “Oh Dave. Excited, are we?” The other boy answered with a moan as he moved his hips up into Tim, attempting to create friction. “Not so fast.” The shorter of the two pushed down on the hips that were trying so hard to reach up.

Chuckling slightly, Tim moved lower until he was breathing hot, steamy breaths on the beautiful boy’s shaft. Loving the look of Dave’s member struggling to get attention, he stuck out his tongue, still holding the other’s hips, and barely licked the tip of Dave’s leaking cock. “Oooohhh..! Tim! More!” Tim smiled gently before continuing his small, painful şişli escort licks, soaking up the struggled moans and groans that were coming from his best friend. Later, when Tim would jerk off to the memory of fucking Dave, he would think about how much of a sadist he really was.

Deciding it was time to quit all of this, Tim pulled back from the other and smiled darkly down at him. Dave finally opened his eyes to find Tim not moving a muscle, just looking at him. “T-Tim..?”

“Dave..” The older boy said the other’s name so sexually, Dave’s penis twitched violently, causing the younger to moan once more. “David… Fuck yourself for me.” Dave’s eyes widened once he registered what the other boy had said.

Of course he was hesitant about this, so he started off with sitting up and slowly stroking his shaft as he tried to resist the urge to look at Tim, feeling extremely embarrassed and ashamed, which was something that turned him on even further. Groaning as he began to move his hands faster over his aching cock, Tim licked his lips as he watched his boyfriend. Resisting the urge to make any move to relieve himself of the hardness his own penis was now undergoing, Tim decided he could distract himself. When Dave’s face was scrunched up due to the pleasure he was giving himself, Tim got off from his bed and went to the drawer he kept his brand new lube he got just for this specific occasion. And on top of that drawer lay a 9 inch long golden dildo that Tim competed so long and hard to acquire.

Quickly grabbing the cold, golden 14K replica, Tim hid it behind his back as he strutted back to the bed. “Dave.” Still moaning as he pumped at himself, Dave looked up to see his boyfriend holding up a tube of lube in his hands. “Stretch yourself.” Tim got back on the bed, the dildo still behind his back, and handed Dave the small bottle, which he took without question. Slowly leaning back against the headboard of the bed, Dave gulped nervously before he popped open the container and squirted the slippery substance on his hand. Not noticing his boyfriend’s hands behind his back, he threw the bottle to some unknown location and moved his fingers to his tight hole. Slowly, he rubbed the lube around the opening, occasionally slipping a small finger in to get his insides nice and slick. Before he could get a single far enough in to actually stretch himself efficiently, he felt a hand on his.

“Don’t use your fingers, David.” Dave looked up with a dazed and puzzled expression.

“Then what do you want me to use?” Tim smiled softly before finally pulling out the Gold penis. David’s eyes widened as he bit his lips. The rod itself was a bit thinner than Tim’s girth, but the tip of the rod was probably as wide, if not wider than his boyfriend. The young adult took the fake cock from Tim with shaking hands, not wanting desperately to fuck himself with it as ordered, even though he was too embarrassed to admit that out loud. The gold was cold to his touch, which frightened him a bit, but he dealt with it. Tim looked around the bed to find where the lube landed and retrieved it. Once he quickly applied lube to the rod, Dave looked back up to his lustful boyfriend then back at his entrance. Lining up the gold metal to his asshole, he took a sharp breath in as he felt the cold width of the rod.

Before he could get anywhere, Tim interrupted once again. Dave shuddered as his boyfriend’s naked body crawled over him, their cocks accidentally brushing. Tim moaned almost inaudibly in the other’s ear before talking just as quietly. “Remember now Dave, if you make yourself cum, then I will have no reason to fuck you. I have to allow you to cum, understand?” Tim licked the outside of David’s earlobe and moaned just to turn on his companion even further then pulled away to give his boyfriend a reassuring smile. David nodded nervously then looked back at the rod that was so close to real penetration.

Spreading his legs as far as he could without assistance then closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before slowly pushing the curved tip of the trophy further inside of himself. Tim sat back as he intently watched his boyfriend’s ass swallow the Golden Dildo, ignoring the painful erection that was now leaking with precum. “UUUHHHNN…!” Dave moaned loudly as he finally got passed the tip of the rod as was now slowly pushing the metal object in and out of his hot, tight ass. The outer flesh was now only stretching to accommodate the width of the rod’s length, but the inside of Dave was being constantly stretched in different areas. “It’s so cold, Tim!” The tip of the Steel Cock was being engulfed by the walls of Dave’s asshole, causing the smaller male to make extremely high-pitched noises. The thrusting began to go faster as David leaned back further to gain better access to himself. His face was now an unbelievable red as he felt Tim’s eyes on him as he fucked himself with a replica of an ancient Egyptian artifact.

Dave resisted the urge kağıthane escort to beat himself since he was not allowed to cum. But as the speed increased, so did the need to cum. “Tiiiimmmmm!” He screamed as he pumped the rod into his ass again and again.

“Yes, Dave?” Tim responded calmly, giving his boyfriend a small smirk.

“I need… I need you…!” Tim nodded and decided to comply. Crawling back over to Dave, he touched his hand that he was using to fuck himself with and slowly pried his fingers from the rod. He looked up at his boyfriend and gave him a small peck on the nose before turning his attention back to the problem at hand. Tim grasped the head of the rod and violently shoved it into his boyfriend as deep as he possible could, forcing the tip of the item to stretch the innermost regions of Dave’s ass. This action earned the loudest and sexiest cry Tim had ever heard. The older boy smiled as he slowly but directly began to pump the rod in and out of the other boy, forcing it to hit the slut in places he thought could never be hit.

“Uhhhnnn, oh Tim! Faster! Faster!” Dave reached his hands around to tug on his boyfriend’s yellow as the sun hair as he tilted his head back in ecstasy. “Ahhh!” The ripped jock let out yet another cry as Tim started to give Dave’s cock the attention it was dying for. Pumping his boyfriends cock as he shoved the Egyptian replica into his ass as fast and deep as he possibly could, Tim bit his bottom lip as he smiled at the sounds that were filling the room. Dave couldn’t take it anymore. Tim groaned as white cum splattered across both his and Dave’s body as Dave came in Tim’s hand with the loudest scream. Dave collapsed on the bed as he huffed and moaned softly as he felt the Dildo leave his body. Tim held his prized replica that was now covered with the warmth of his boyfriend. Dave heard the item fall on the ground then opened his eyes to look at his boyfriend who gave him a mischievous smile.

“Oh, you’re not finished just yet, Dave.”

Tim took Dave’s wrists and held them together above his head, then groped behind him on the floor for the clothes they had thrown off earlier. He found David’s blue jock strap and brought it around so David could see it. “W-what are you going to do?” the younger boy timidly questioned.

“I think it’s only fitting that you be restrained by something that belongs to you.” He answered, smirking. He wrapped the red cloth around Dave’s small wrists and then once around one of the poles on the headstand of the bed. Dave’s face reddened at being treated this way, but he let Tim go along with what he was doing, finding this whole situation somewhat arousing. The blue-eyed boy moved his way down Dave’s body with his mouth once again, teasing around the base of his cock but never giving David quite what he wanted. He moved lower, and licked and sucked at Dave’s balls before pulling back and grabbing the already open tube of lubricant. He slicked two of his fingers and moved towards Dave’s body. He pushed his legs further apart and reached down to his entrance.

Because of the stunt earlier with the replica of the Dildo, Dave was already fairly stretched, but Tim wanted to prepare him just a little bit more. He rubbed one finger around the tight hole, causing Dave to shudder in anticipation and Tim to be filled with adrenaline at the quivering, knowing what he was about to do. He pushed the two lubed fingers into his boyfriend, Dave groaning at the sensation of the other boy inside of him. Tim began to scissor his fingers, then started to thrust them in and out, looking to hit the spot inside Dave that he knew would make him giddy with pleasure. After a minute, he inserted a third finger and thrust again. Dave’s hips jerked skyward as Tim finally hit his prostate. “Oh god!” Dave yelled lustfully. Tim began thrusting harder and swiveling his wrist every time he would push back in. Dave’s cries became louder and more unintelligible as Tim met with that spot again and again. Just when it seemed like the nerd-jock slut was going to lose control completely, Tim stopped his movements and pulled his hand out of the tight channel. “Uhn… Tim…” Dave groaned at the loss, and Tim was about to burst with the pleasure he was getting just watching Dave, but he had one more thing to add to the beautiful display in front of him.

“You were very loud just then, David. You wouldn’t want the other roommates to hear us, would you? I think I’ll have to punish you for this.” Dave’s eyes widened at these words.

“What do you mean – punishment?” Dave asked?

“You’ll see. But first you’ll have to turn over.” Dave gulped but tried to obey Tim, twisting awkwardly onto his side. The older boy grabbed Dave by the hips and lifted his body, helping him to turn over onto his stomach. He then helped him to get down so that he was leaning on his elbows and knees, his ass up in the air. Tim admired the view for a moment before agilely climbing off of the bed. He found fatih escort his silk scarf crumpled on the floor and brought it back to Dave with him. When Dave felt Tim’s weight on the mattress again he whimpered a bit, not being able to see what his lover was doing. Tim moved up to the right side of Dave’s head and, holding one end of the scarf in each hand, lowered it around Dave’s head until he reached his mouth.

“Open up.” Tim purred seductively.

Dave decided not to question it and simply opened his mouth, wanting to please his lover. Tim slipped the cloth between Dave’s lips, pulled it back behind his head, and tied it in a tight knot. The green-eyed boy tried to ask Tim what the point of this was, and found he wasn’t able to form coherent words. “Imph-” he tried to get his boyfriend’s name out, but to no avail.

David turned his head as far as he could to glare at Tim, but the boy just gave him a self-satisfied smirk and said “Prepare yourself, Dave.” He tried to relax his body for what he thought was coming, but was very surprised when he felt Tim’s hand come down sharply on his ass. Dave shrieked into his gag, mostly out of shock rather than pain, and tried to shout at Tim again. All that came out of his mouth was a string of noises, and he was cut off by another sharp slap to his right butt cheek.

“Dave, I love seeing you like this for me. Spread and submissive, it’s very appealing.” Tim hit his backside again one more time before taking a break to massage the abused flesh. The tension left Dave’s body as his boyfriend’s soft hands rubbed tenderly at his ass. He sighed as he felt Tim’s cool tongue press against the burning flesh. He licked the reddest spots and then moved his tongue in between his ass cheeks to tease at Dave’s slightly stretched opening. All too soon the tongue stopped its motions and a few seconds later Tim’s hand came down on him again, harder this time. David cried out through his gag once more, but this time it was a moan of pain and pleasure. David actually found himself enjoying the harsh treatment, and his member grew harder between his legs. Tim, on the other hand, had never been more turned on. He was astounded that he’d been able to hold on this long, as his cock was now rock hard and dripping pre-cum. Seeing his boyfriend bent over and spread out in front of him like this, his ass now a bright red from his actions, and hearing the groans and yells coming from his gagged mouth was almost enough on its own to push him over the edge. He gripped the base of his cock and squeezed just a bit to hold himself back a little longer. Tim pulled his arm back one more time to bring it down for one final, sharp slap. Dave yelled, pulling against his bindings, but Tim could tell he was enjoying it by the erection bobbing between his legs.

Tim leaned forward to whisper in the boy’s ear, “Are you ready, David?” Dave shivered at the tone of Tim’s lustrous voice, but managed to nod his head. Tim moved back to his position behind him, and gripped David’s hips to steady both of them. This was always Dave’s favorite part: being tied to some unmovable object on his elbows and knees as he waited for his boyfriend to fuck him senseless. He took a deep breath and tried to relax his body. Tim smiled down at his prize before moving his hands down to Dave’s cheeks, groping and massaging each of them before calmly spreading them apart to widen the well-prepared hole, the sight making Tim groan. The paler man’s poor cock was almost about to explode due to its’ lack of attention. Tim had been so turned on from the very beginning, so now his erection began to twitch as it was rubbed against Dave’s opening, making the two men moan in anticipation.

A relieved groan ripped its way from Dave’s throat once Tim quickly sank his whole length into his submissive lover, filling him to the brim with his cock until his balls were pressed against David’s ass cheeks. Finally feeling his boyfriend’s heat and tightness around his pulsing erection, he stopped and allowed Dave to get used to the intrusion to his body. “Uhhnn. You’re so hot and tight, Dave, it’s almost impossible after all that stretching we just did. It’s like you’re clenching your asshole on purpose.” After a while, Dave’s breathing slowed and Tim started back up. He pulled all the way out of the submissive boy’s body and then slammed back in. This time Dave’s cry was one of complete ecstasy. He was used to the pain; he relished in it. Tim moaned at his reaction and the feeling of David’s channel walls squeezing his dick. Beautiful sounds that consisted of moans, sharp inhales, and skin on skin contact filled the bedroom.

After Tim slammed in and out a few more times Dave began to push himself back against Tim’s thrusts. “You want more, Davy?” The boy obviously nodded desperately, and Tim began to push harder and faster into Dave’s body, the tight heat driving him wild. “Of course you do.” He moaned through his teeth as he decided that David deserved some special treatment. He reached down to grab his cock and stroke up and down the hard length. He smeared the pre-cum that was dribbling out all over the shaft and made sure his strokes were in time with when he thrust into Dave’s ass.

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Ok, so the separation is all over bar a few bits of admin. You go your way, I go mine…

Mine that week takes me to a corporate boondoggle at Ascot races. I’m not into horses in any sense, but getting away from the office for two days seems like a good idea. We’re in a hotel a few miles from the track, about thirty of us. The average age, bar the big bosses, is well below my 37 and most of the women won’t be seeing thirty for some years. That makes them out of my league, because I have neither a seat in the boardroom nor the sort of physical attributes that they seem to see as vital. I don’t frighten the horses that shoot past on that first afternoon, but I’m not George Clooney. Six foot tall and well maintained, yes, but drop-dead gorgeous probably not.

So they stick me at dinner-time next to a pleasant lady who is probably the only female on my side of thirty. She’s an accountant, but as we talk, she becomes a far more interesting person than I’d thought at first.

Her name is Aurore, which is a good starting point. An interesting name. She’s from the Indian Ocean island of Réunion, and I can see traces of her various ancestral ethnicities in her face and skin colour. She’s brown, with crinkly black hair and the vestiges of Chinese in the shape of her eyes. The dress she’s wearing is loose and I’m guessing has been chosen to hide some extra kilos. She has a magnificent pair of breasts. I’m not an expert, but we’re looking at 36 at least, with a C or D cup. I’ve never been to Réunion and she’s never been to Ireland, so we exchange childhood stories and career experiences.

Gradually, I become aware that we’re almost the only people still at the table, and that the staff are hovering, keen to get home. We stand up, and I realise that she’s almost as tall as me. We wander off towards the foyer and the lifts. We’re waiting for one to arrive when she says :

“I could really do with a no-strings fuck tonight. Can I tempt you?”

My mouth says yes before my brain kicks in and demands that I think this over first. The door of my room has barely shut behind us before she’s on her knees, grappling with my fly. By the time she extricates my dick from my boxers, it’s rock solid and ready for action.

The action starts with a very expert blowjob. Her lips are soft and she sucks like a vacuum cleaner. If I thought I was hard before, I was mistaken…

“I’m not going to let you finish, because I want that thing inside me,” she says. She stands up and strips off. This is not an artistic minute or so, as she flings her dress, bra, knickers and hold-ups to the four corners of the room. The body that is revealed is plump, but firm and smooth. Her tits are quite as spectacular as I’d imagined and her long nipples are standing out like pencil erasers. She has coarse black pubic hair, but relatively little of it.

Meanwhile I’m down to my boxers, which don’t survive long. She yanks them down and pulls me onto the bed.

“No kissing,” she says. “Just fucking.”

She’s pulling hard on her nipples, making them even longer, so I wrap my lips round them and suck as hard as I can.

“That’s good,” she growls. “Harder!”

My room is a single, so the bed is inadequate as a battlefield. We fuck on the floor and it is as if two wild animals are coupling. I bite her, she bites me, my back is a mass of scratches the next morning and her buttocks are still red from the slapping she insists she wants. Because it’s a single room, it’s also miles away from everyone else from the organisation, for which I’m very grateful when she sneaks away to get ready for public consumption. Before she goes, though, I get the mother and father of all blowjobs from her. It feels as if I’m draining a bucketful into her mouth and she has to close her tips very firmly before swallowing my load.

“I’ll tell you about that later,” she says. Still no kissing, but a brief hug as she leaves.

We ignore each other through the racing the following day, but there’s a tap on my door that night, at around one in the morning. I wake up, let her in and she slides into the bed with me.

“Let’s talk,” she says. “This bed isn’t wide enough for anything else, and I’m raw from last night.”

So we talk, and she tells me about the boyfriend from whom she has escaped. No physical violence but a constant erosion of her sense of self worth. He knows she loves to give blowjobs, so he rations her to only when he says so. He knows she loves to swallow, so he always pulls out and shoots in her face, especially up her nose. He calls her a fat slug. Aurore is no waif-like model, but she’s two good handfuls of thirty-year-old woman, and right now that’s perfect for me. I tell her about me and why my marriage has fallen apart. I try not to blame the property-developing bastard my soon-to-be-ex replaced me with. I suspect I’ll be better off without having to ignore her sneaking out and coming back with her knickers in her bag. Eventually, despite the bed, we even sleep.

We wander down late to breakfast, to etimesgut escort avoid our colleagues who have all rushed back to the City grind. We each get into our car and drive off.

Over the following few months, we both know that any time either of us wants a fuck, we have a willing partner. We never spend the night together and we both know that the other might be seeing someone… or not. No strings.

Being from Réunion, Aurore speaks good French, so she is a prime candidate when troubles need sorting in the Paris branch. I have some leave available, so when she asks if I’ll go along I say yes.

She has a double room in a hotel in Pigalle, because that’s where the offices are. We arrive late morning, check in, find a good restaurant for lunch, then it’s back to the hotel. She has prep work to do for a serious bollocking to dish out the following day, so I go for a walk, and discover that this is the red light district of Paris. I get back around six, just in time for Aurore to drag me out again to a local street market, where she buys a loose linen dress, bright yellow. It’s just above knee-length and hangs nicely from her tits. She asks me to take it back to the hotel while she does what she says is strictly girly shopping.

When she comes back, with a couple of expensive-looking carrier bags, she locks herself in the bathroom. When she comes out, she’s wearing the dress, but something has happened to her tits. She laughs like a drain at my stunned expression and lifts the dress up to her chin. Ok. Yes, she is wearing a bra…but what a bra! It supports her tits, but without covering them at all. Her nipples are standing out and are very noticeable even when she drops the dress back down.

“You look as if you’re anticipating an orgy tonight!”

“I am.”

“That’s very flattering.”

“No, it isn’t. Tonight you’re taking me to a sex club.”

“What?”

I’ve heard about the Paris swinger scene, but I never thought I’d be experiencing it at first hand. It’s ridiculous, but my first thought is that my minimal French will be a problem.

She explains that she’s been planning this for some time. She’s decided that she wants to find out what happens in these clubs and whether she, a brown woman will be welcome and appreciated.

“Why would you not be appreciated?”

“Because I’m fat.”

“You’re not fat.”

“And you’re being kind.”

This is a conversation we’ve already had, several times. Aurore is genetically programmed to be well-covered. She has a round, firm belly and upper arms that may look plump, but are in fact muscle. I’ve never met a woman yet who was happy with something about her body or her hair, and Aurore is no exception.

“No.” I insist. “People have different tastes and I’m sure that you’ll be a fantastic success. Not all men want stick-thin models with no boobs.”

“I hope you’re right, because I want to have a night to remember all my life.”

Now I understand why she insisted I brought smart but casual clothes!

It’s nine o’clock when we leave the hotel. She’s wearing her new dress, her new bra….and nothing else! She checks an address and rings the bell on an anonymous door. The woman who opens it is wearing a see-through shift that makes Aurora’s dress look decent enough for church.

Inside, there’s a mix of well-dressed and under-dressed people. The greeter takes us on a little tour. Aurore is the only non-white woman I can see and already, interested heads are turning in her direction. There are rooms where couples and groups of assorted sexes are having fun. Aurore and I go to the bar, where there’s a dance floor. I get us a glass of wine each and we sit on a sofa.

“Now I’m here, it’s making me nervous,” she says.”Maybe people will just ignore me.”

“Just relax and wait. Someone will come and talk to us, I’m sure.”

It takes a few minutes, then a couple come across and ask if they can join us. They’re mid-twenties at a guess, younger than us by several years. She’s wearing a pair of skintight red shorts. That’s it. Nothing between the shorts and her earrings. She has little tits. Her man looks like an athlete. There’s an impressive bulge in his trousers.

“Your first visit?” he asks.

Aurore nods.

“What are you looking for?” the woman asks.

“As much sex as possible,” Aurore responds.

“Would you like to show us what your dress is hiding? Just a quick flash?”

Aurore stands up, then hesitates and looks at me.

“Please? Can you do it for me?” Her voice is almost pleading.

I stand behind her and take hold of the hem.

“Oh!” the woman gasps. “Those are spectacular”

(Except she says spectaculairrrre, which makes it far sexier).

“Will you come with us to a room?” the man asks.

Aurore nods.

“You need to change. I’ll show you where the lockers are,” says the woman. She’s Caro and he’s Philippe, they tell us.

We follow Caro and pick up a big towel apiece. When Aurore has taken her dress off, etlik escort she pauses for a moment. I can sense she’s nervous, so I decide to encourage her.

“You have by far the best tits in this place, Aurore. Why not let everyone admire them in their natural state? In fact, why not keep your bra on, to show them to their best advantage?”

She takes a deep breath, nods, more to herself than to me, then simply wraps the towel round her waist. Her tits, supported and displayed by the shelf bra, are indeed mouth-wateringly beautiful, and the wide-eyed lip-licking look that Caro gives them confirms it. Aurore’s nipples are quite big in their relaxed state, and right now, they’re tight and hard and erect.

There are rooms with doors, rooms without, rooms with windows for those who just want to watch and rooms with a floor that is all mattress. It’s into one of these that Caro leads us.

“Have you had sex with a woman before?” Philippe asks. “If not, you’re in for a treat. Caro is an expert.”

“And are you?” Aurore asks. “I’m looking for big dicks…plural!”

“Well, ” says Caro, grabbing her husband’s dick, “I haven’t heard any complaints…not even from me”.

It’s clear that Aurore is the big attraction here, so I stand back as Caro and Philippe join her on the mattress. Caro has lost her shorts. With her little tits and hairless pussy, she looks too much like an adolescent for my taste, but when she hoists her ass in the air and wiggles it, my dick makes the decision for me. She’s tight and wet and makes appreciative noises. I’m in no hurry, so I take her nice and slowly, savouring every inch of penetration. That physical pleasure is enhanced by being able to watch Philippe in action with Aurore. He’s in full porno stud mode, pounding away and only pausing to change his angle of attack.

Caro has one of Aurore’s nipples between her teeth and is worrying at it like a terrier. From experience, I know Aurore is loving that.

Philippe roars and comes. Aurore shakes off Caro, sits up and rips the condom off Philippe’s erection. She wraps her lips round his sticky dick and sucks it clean. I know what he’s feeling. When she does that for me, she can hold me on the edge between ecstasy and agony for ages, while I whimper. It’s both pleasing and a relief that Philippe does just the same.

All this means that Caro is complaining that I’ve stopped giving her attention. She’s tensing up her pelvic muscles to let me know, so I turn my attention to getting us both off. With her bum in the air, there’s an obvious invitation to slip my hand under her and find her clitoris. When I do, she grabs my fingers and crushes them against the little nub. I can take a hint, and I squeeze and squash it until she collapses and comes, making my hard dick slip out of her. She recovers in no time at all, but now she’s holding her buttocks apart, in an open suggestion that I fuck the pink ass hole that’s winking at me. Who am I to refuse? She’s even tighter there and it doesn’t take long before I’m shooting my load. I’m getting my breath back from that, when I realise that Aurore hasn’t been wasting time. I’d vaguely been aware earlier that we were being watched, but now audience participation is the order of the day. Suck one, get one free to fuck you is what I’m seeing. A colossus of a man is battering away at Aurore’s pussy, while his twin has his dick throat-deep in her mouth. Her gurgles say that this all feels good. The two guys move to switch ends, which gives Aurore a moment in which to gasp to me.

“Yes! Yes! Fantastic! Fabulous! So good! And look behind you!”

There are two more guys who look like body-builders stroking impressive dicks and clearly waiting their turn with Aurore. She beckons them forward and gives me as big a smile as she can, given that she has a mouthful of dick, to go with the one in either hand and the one that is pummelling the nerve-endings inside her.

Under the circumstances, I’m not surprised when Caro pulls away from me. It can’t be good for her morale to know that rather than concentrate on sodomising her, I’d rather watch Aurore in action.

Caro doesn’t stay unoccupied for more than a few seconds.

“Thanks for opening her up,” says another massive guy who I’m sure I’ve seen playing rugby for France. I’m well within the norms for dick dimensions, but the snake he’s ramming into Caro’s dark-pink rosebud is massive. She’s squealing that it’s too big, while at the same time pushing back hard against him to get it deeper into her.

I’d supposed that the four men rotating their rôles on Aurore would occupy all her awareness, but I could see she was also following what was happening to Aurore. My friends-with-benefits relationship with her hadn’t progressed into anal play. One of us had an itch to scratch? We got together and scratched it, nothing more subtle than that. She didn’t particularly look for extended kiss-and-cuddle sessions either. A good hard fuck, maybe followed by a blowjob and a shower, then maybe eve gelen escort a discussion of a book one of us had just read, and off home until next time.

She’s studying Caro’s facial expressions, as eight or nine inches of rigid male flesh drives deep into the Frenchwoman’s entrails. I can see Aurore is wondering, but not for long.

She extricates herself from her current team, swallows a mouthful of sperm, wanks off the one who was fucking her and gets to her feet.

“Going to the loo”, she mouths to me.

At this point, I’m something of a spare part again, so I go for a wander round to see the sights. In one room there’s a very striking redhead with no tits at all. She has to be taller than me, and from what I can see of her face, I know I’ve seen her in a tv cosmetics advert. She’s buried under five men and from their movements, she’s being filled from all directions while masturbating two more.

Only two men with Caro in the next room. She’s on hands and knees, with one guy not so much being sucked as fucking her mouth with a dick that has to be going deep into her throat. From the noises she’s making, Caro is not finding this easy. Meanwhile the other guy is driving into her from behind like a battering ram. Philippe is sitting in the corner, watching his wife being double filled, while a young blonde woman is giving him a blow job.

Outside one of the rooms with a window, two men are standing in silence. Intrigued, I go to stand beside them. One is very tall, very handsome and very black, the other is just as tall and obviously Indian. Handsome doesn’t do him credit. He is quite beautiful.

On a bed inside the room a naked young woman is sitting, clearly also Indian and even more beautiful than the man. She has the face and body of a goddess, and I don’t mean one with six arms… full breasts, a slim waist, long shapely legs, a flat belly with a full bush. Facially, most women would kill to have such a gorgeous bone structure. Her long, straight black hair has a slight reddish tinge and, unusually for an Indian, she has startling grey eyes, While we watch, the man hides those beautiful eyes with a blindfold.

What I’ve been seeing and doing so far is sucking and fucking, but the man with this young beauty is making love, and to every inch of her body. He’s planting gentle kisses all over her, pausing between each one, so she can’t tell where the next one will land. He’s not only focussing on her sexually sensitive zones, either. Shoulders, palms of hands and feet all get the same care and attention as ears, neck and breasts. The kisses become pinches, first with his lips, then it’s his teeth that are nipping her skin. I can see the goosebumps that this is causing. She’s trembling now, and she lies back and draws him towards her. There’s a collective sigh from the three of us watching, as he slowly and gently penetrates her. There’s something almost mystical about what we’re observing.

“It’s almost enough to turn me straight, ” the black guy says to the Indian. “I’ve never managed to persuade Jérôme to try out gay sex. Right now, I can understand why. They look wonderful together.”

“Indeed they do. It’s Kari’s first time with a man, ” the Indian replies. “I can appreciate my wife’s beauty and sensuality, even if she doesn’t turn me on. Now we’re married, I hope she will feel free to have as many and as varied sexual experiences as she desires. She has a body made for sex.”

“There will be no shortage of volunteers, male or female”, says the black man, smiling.

I feel as if I’m intruding slightly, so I head back to see whether Aurore has returned from the loo. She has, and is now the focus of three men and two women. Caro and a small dark chunky woman who must be in her forties each have one of Aurore’s nipples and are sucking hard. One of them is also playing with the balls of the man standing almost astride them, whom Aurore is sucking. Lying underneath her is a guy who has to be fucking her, while the one kneeling behind her is deep in her arse. The room smells of sweat and sex and things are building to a mighty climax.

It all happens at once. Suddenly, Aurore is shuddering in a massive orgasm, the guy has pulled out of her arse and is spraying jets of sperm up her back. The body of the guy in her pussy is convulsing as he comes and Aurore is struggling to keep her lips closed while she deals with the mouthful that man three has released. She rolls over and lies on her back, panting. She’s fabulously sexy. Elegant she is not. There’s a dribble of sperm that has escaped unswallowed, so she uses a finger to collect it. Caro grabs the finger and sucks it clean.

After a couple of minutes, it’s just Aurore lying there and recovering. The others have moved on.

“What do you think of it so far?” I ask her.

“It’s everything I hoped it would be. Can you help me up? I’m shattered.”

I assist her to stand and wipe her down.

“A shower”, she says. “I’m all gooey. Nobody will want me in this state.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that. But you’ll feel more comfortable once you’re clean.”

Once she has showered, we go to the bar and have a beer each. Any inhibitions she may have had about her body seem to have vanished and she flirts quite happily with the barman and a couple who come to join us.

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Cindy

My girlfriend decided that she wanted to learn the art of massage and I encouraged her. Maybe not to become a professional but she just wanted to know how to do it. Because she works a full time job at an insurance agency time was limited but she found a way to make it work. It turns out the course, being part time, takes almost a year before she would be finished. She told me that depending on the course it can take between three hundred to over four hundred hours of training. Apparently it depends on how well a person does on the written exams. It seemed like a long time to me, but what do I know about it. So every Tuesday and Thursday right after dinner she would hop in her car and be gone for three hours. I soon began to appreciate her decision. Whatever they were doing Cindy would be eager, sometimes demanding, in bed those nights. It took almost a month before she confided that they would practice on each other and sometimes the touches could get a little personal.

“When we started out the patient would be partially clothed, you know panties and bra. Then it got that the bras would come off. It really got to me. You know how my nipples are real sensitive and having another’s soft oily hands rubbing all over them. The instructor makes it a point that this is not a prelude to other things, but golly it sure seems like it. And when she wasn’t looking sometimes the trainee would give me an extra little touch or two. And when it would be my turn I would return the favor. Now we are to the point where the panties come off also. I’m not gay or even bi but all those bodies, wow. It would drive you to the brink of madness. Naked women wherever you look. Thank goodness it’s an all-female class. The teacher said onetime they had a guy enroll and they had to kick him out because it got to crazy. Big boobs, little boobs, hairy bottoms, trimmed bottoms and there are a couple of bald ones. Do you think I should get a wax job or something? I could try to trim it a bit and see what you think.”

The sex that night was great. I was all fired up after her tales from school. I mean can you picture it? The class was ten women and half of them naked and getting rubbed all over.

As we lay resting I asked Cindy when she was planning on practicing on me. “How about I sneak out some of the oils we use? Then I can give you a real massage. Okay?” And after that night’s episode I was more than eager. If talking about what happened etimesgut escort in school got her that excited what was going to happen when she was giving me a rub down?

The next night was a school night and as promised she brought home a bottle of something. “I asked teach if it was okay and she said it was, and then gave me this and that if I wanted to practice on my boyfriend this would do the trick.” When I asked her if we could try it out, she begged me to wait until tomorrow night. I was ready, well more than ready but said I could wait if she might do something to calm my body down. I have to tell you Cindy has the most talented mouth and when she wants to she can have me climbing the walls in just a few minutes. Which she did with such skill and after as we lay in bed she promised, “Tomorrow night you get the royal treatment. Teach gave me a tip or two that works wonders on the male of the species.” I fell asleep with her head on my chest and her fingers holding my soft dick.

I was eager the next night. I even left work early, told the boss I had an important meeting to take care of. By the time Cindy got home I had dinner in the oven, the table set and wine chilling in the refrigerator. By the time we had finished eating I was on pins and needles. Cindy could see that I was ready, “Okay Bob why don’t you go take a quick shower and meet me in the bedroom. We’ll see how much I’ve learned over the past few months.” I told her I had already showered before she came home and I was ready. On the way to the bedroom she told me to grab a couple of beach towels. She pulled the quilt off the bed and we covered the sheets with the towels. “This can get kind of messy and we don’t want to get everything greasy.” I pulled of my t-shirt, pulled of my socks, dropped my pants and was pulling my boxers off when she stopped me. “Oh no you don’t, leave those boxers on. This isn’t going to be one of those kinds of massages. This will be strictly by the book my friend.”

To say I was twice disappointed would be an understatement. First she was wearing a sweat shirt and sweat pants and I wasn’t naked like I hoped I would be. With a heavy heart I climbed onto the bed and lay on my stomach as instructed. Cindy started on my shoulders, warm soothing oil, and worked her way down the middle of my back. “Bob, you are so tense. I can feel the knots all over. You are going to feel so much better after I’m done with you.” etlik escort She was right; I could feel the difference almost immediately. After working on my back she asked me to raise one foot. Bending at the knee she grabbed my foot and began to work on it. Her thumbs pressing against the sole she worked between my toes with her fingers. Damn it felt good. Then she went up and down my lower leg. When she was happy with that leg she worked the same magic on the other.

“Okay, now I want you to spread your legs so I can work on those thighs. Wider…wider still, that’s good. Did you know I can see your business up the leg of your boxers?” If the lower leg felt good this felt even better. And it got even better when her hand slipped up and touched my fruit bag. “Ops, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to do that. Are you Okay?” Bad question, “No, I’m not Okay. I need you to do that some more, a lot more.” Her reply, “I told you this is not going to be that kind of massage didn’t I?” After spending a little more time on my legs she told me, “Maybe you should take your undies off. I can tell your butt needs some work also. No, just lift your hips up and let me pull them off.”

Cindy poured some oil on my ass. She even spread my cheeks and drippled some down between them. Maybe it was going to be one of those kinds of massages after all. I could get used to this, a good looking woman rubbing oil into my butt. She spent a lot of time working me over. When her hands slipped down the crease I was amazed on how good it felt. No one had ever touched me back there. When I grunted and lifted up to give her more freedom she just laughed, “Feels good huh? You like that? Want me to get my toy and stick up there? Maybe my finger would fit?” Her slippery finger slipped in so easy. She moved it back and forth several times before she pulled it out. “I’ll try and remember this. Maybe sometime we can experiment more. Would you like that?”

She told me to roll over, “Time to practice on the other side. Are you enjoying this? Does it feel good, what I’ve been doing to you?” I told her I loved it and it was amazing what her fingers could do to me. When I rolled to my back my hard on stuck out like a flag pole. “Did I do that to you? What a boner you’ve got. I love it. The next time I need that thing I’ll know how to get it up and ready.”

Then she told me to lay flat, relax and get ready for the next part of her treatment. Relax; eve gelen escort no way was I going to relax, not with the condition she me in. “You have to do something about this.” I waved at my condition. “You are going to fix that aren’t you? I’m in real trouble here; I’m going to hurt myself.” She told me to just take it easy. “Lay back, I’m sure that thing will calm down. Just pretend it’s not there.” I tried, but as her hands moved across my chest, rubbing my nipples, caressing my stomach it only got worse. I started to beg her, “Please Cindy, you have to help me.”

She looked me in the eyes, “Oh you big baby. See if I ever give you another massage, if all you can think about is your swollen cock.” She poured a large amount of oil over the head and we watched it slid down the shaft. Taking both her hands and wrapping them around me she started to masturbate me. Ever so slowly, her hands moved up and down the shaft. Then one hand cradled my balls and rolled them between her fingers. I could feel the load building up and getting ready to shoot out.

And when she let go of my nuts and moved her finger lower and into my ass. She pushed and pulled it in and out a few times. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Big towers of my juice shot out and up straight in to the air, fell back and ran over her fingers that where still milking me. “Woo Bobby, that’s impressive. That’s the biggest load I’ve ever seen you give me. Was it because of the massage or the finger playing with your ass or maybe both?” I don’t know if it was the special oil Cindy brought home or all the other things but it was one great orgasm.

As I started to really relax I opened my eyes and realized Cindy was topless and I looked down and she was bottomless. I had been given a naked massage and never realized it. I guess I should have been looking at my massage artist more and less at my boner. It took me all of ten seconds to roll off the bed, grab her by her hips and throw her flat on her back. I dragged her down so her hips were on the edge and gave her the best oral treatment I could. I must have done a good job or maybe she was in the same condition she had put me in. It only took a few minutes and she was screaming out her climax.

It took a long shower to get the oil off of us. But it was a very satisfying shower. I washed her parts, she washed mine. All in all it was a very satisfying evening. And the next morning was good. Cindy woke me before the alarm went off, “Want to do give me a poke or something before we have to get up?” So we did something before the alarm went off and we got up, had breakfast and left for work in a very happy frame of mind. I can recommend the early morning poke to start the day off.

The End.

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The luxurious classic Bentley Mulsanne turned up the long, winding driveway. Its headlights lit up the night sky, illuminating the ancient stones of the castle walls. Inside, a young woman sat in the back seat, her eyes widening in awe as they approached. Seated beside her was a mysterious man, his face hidden in shadows. She felt a thrill of excitement as they drove closer and closer towards their unknown destination.

The woman wore a black gala dress, the fabric shimmering in the moonlight. The fitted bodice and full skirt made her feel like a princess. Her companion was dressed smartly in a tuxedo, his broad shoulders accentuated by the tailored fit of the jacket.

The car came to a stop at the entrance of the castle and a masked butler opened the door. The woman stepped out, looking up in awe at the grand structure illuminated by moonlight. She could see several other cars arriving and people entering the castle in pairs. The mysterious man took her arm as they walked towards the entrance. He looked around, his face still hidden in shadows, as if searching for someone or something.

As they entered the castle, the man handed her a delicate silk mask. She accepted it and secured it over her eyes, feeling a thrill of anticipation as she did so. She noticed her companion’s face was also hidden behind a mask and wondered if he was as nervous as she was. The two of them walked together into the grand hall, ready to explore whatever surprises the night had in store for them.

As they entered the main hall of the castle, the woman was awestruck. The grand room was filled with ornate furnishings and luxurious decor. A glittering chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room. Richly-colored tapestries adorned the walls, each one depicting a different scene from history. An elegant staircase curved gracefully up to a balcony, which overlooked the entire hall. All around them were people dressed in their finest attire, their faces hidden behind elaborate masks, adding to the air of mystery and intrigue.

Soft music plays as people move around the many rooms of the castle, their movements becoming more and more sensual. As the night progresses, couples start to drift off into darker corners of the room for more intimate encounters. Everywhere there are signs of pleasure and forbidden desires being indulged in.

The woman felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension as she and her companion moved from room to room. Everywhere she looked, she saw people enjoying themselves in ways that were both sensual and slightly intimidating. She found herself drawn to the scenes playing out before her, yet at the same time, she was wary of what might happen if she got too close. The man by her side seemed to understand her feelings, his hand gently guiding her from room to room. Despite the intensity of the atmosphere, he provided a reassuring presence and helped her to relax a little.

As they explored the castle, the woman and her mysterious companion eventually found themselves in a grand room with a large round sofa at its center. When they entered, they noticed a young blonde girl lying on the sofa, wearing only white lingerie and a mask. She was surrounded by several people dressed in opulent costumes, looking at her, silently talking between themselves. The girl seemed unaware of the attention, etimesgut escort as she moved her body in a sensual manner.

The woman felt her heart racing as she watched the scene unfold before her. She couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the girl’s presence.

The girl on the sofa lay with her eyes closed, her body moving slowly in a sensual dance. Her graceful movements were tantalizingly slow and mesmerizing. The pale skin of her naked legs gleamed in the candlelight, while her full breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. She caressed herself with gentle touches, exploring her own body as if in a trance-like state. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as she explored her curves and contours with delicate hands. Her mask only added to the mystery of the scene, making it seem almost dreamlike.

Two men suddenly approached the sofa, both of them fully naked and wearing masks. They moved closer to the girl, their hands roaming her body. The woman watched with fascination as they explored her curves and contours with delicate touches. The girl seemed to melt into their caresses, allowing them to explore every inch of her body with ease.

The men moved slowly around the sofa, as two predators cycling their prey, as they touched the girl. Their hands found sensitive spots and pleasurable places that made the girl moan softly with pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked up at the two men with an expression of pure bliss.

The woman felt a thrill run through her body as she watched the scene unfold before her. It was a beautiful moment of intimacy between three people who were connected by pure lust and physical pleasure. As they embraced one another, it almost seemed like time had stopped, their movements becoming one in perfect harmony.

The two men knelt on either side of the sofa. One of them roughly removed her lingerie and started to kiss her body passionately. His hands moved around her hips as he moved his body closer to hers.

The other man then joined in, pushing himself against her with a gentle force. He began thrusting his hips into her softness, moving in perfect rhythm. The girl moaned softly with pleasure as they moved together, their bodies becoming one as they sought orgasmic heights.

At the same time, the mysterious man still stood behind the woman, his strong body providing her with support. His arm was wrapped around her waist as they both watched the scene unfold before them in silence and awe.

The man moved closer, planting gentle kisses on her neck as his hands roamed her body. She could feel his passion and desire for her in every touch, and soon found herself melting into his embrace.

The woman continued to watch the scene in front of her, her eyes filled with lust and desire. As she watched the trio, her hand moved slowly behind her back in search for the mans penis and began to massage it. His breath hitched as she caressed him, his arousal growing with each stroke of her hand.

The woman’s hand moved with increasing speed and pressure as she massaged his penis, feeling it grow harder beneath her touch. She then opened his zipper and slowly pulled the organ out, allowing it to pulse against her palm. His breath became deeper and faster as he watched the scene in front of him, his arousal reaching its peak. She then guided etlik escort his penis towards her own body, allowing him to explore her curves and contours with each stroke of his organ.

She felt the man press closer against her, his body trembling with pleasure at her touch. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, exploring every inch of him as he moaned softly in response.

The woman could feel the man’s hard penis pressing against her ass as his thrusts became increasingly passionate. His breathing was deep and fast, and she felt her own arousal growing with each stroke of his organ. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts.

The woman smiled as she felt the man’s excitement grow beneath her fingers. She took pleasure in knowing that she was able to bring him such pleasure, and soon found herself becoming aroused by his reactions.

Meanwhile, the two men on the sofa continued taking turns to thrust into the young girl, their movements becoming faster and more urgent as they almost reached their climax.

The men turned the young girl around, pushing her down onto her hands and knees on the sofa. One of them positioned himself behind her, pushing his hips against hers as he entered her from behind. The other man moved to face her, taking her head in his hands and guiding it up and down as she began to pleasure him with a sensuous blowjob.

As they moved together, their thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, the girl closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure.

The woman continued to massage the mysterious man’s penis, her fingers working in perfect harmony with the movements of the trio on the sofa.

She tried to look up at the mysterious man’s face, wanting to see his reaction to her stroking his cock. However, she could not make out his features due to the mask he was wearing. But she could feel his penis getting wetter in her hand, a sign that he was enjoying the sensation of her touch.

The woman felt a deep desire to be taken by the mysterious man in the same way that the young girl was being taken by the two men on the sofa. She wanted to feel his strong hands caressing her body, his hard thrusts deep inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. She wanted to experience every sensation he had to offer her, and she wanted to feel him cum inside her.

The two men continued to thrust into the young girl, their movements becoming more and more intense as they reached the peak of pleasure. With one last powerful thrust, both men released their hot cum deep inside her, filling her with a warm sensation of satisfaction.

The girl let out a long moan of pleasure as she felt the warmth of their release fill her body. She felt completely spent from the experience, and soon found herself slipping into a blissful state of unconsciousness as she lay on the sofa.

The two men slowly got up from the sofa, their bodies glistening with sweat. As they stood there in the middle of the room, the young girl lying exhausted and satisfied on the sofa, they became aware of the stares and whispers coming from the crowd around them.

The mysterious man nodded his head at them as if to say goodbye, and then they quickly made their way through the crowd, disappearing into the night.

The girl lay still on the sofa, her body still trembling eve gelen escort with pleasure. Cum dripped from her pussy and lips, evidence of her passionate encounter with the two men.

With the scene anding, the woman grabbed the mysterious man’s hand and guided him away from the sofa, leading him to a smaller private room. She was desperate to have sex with him, wanting to experience every sensation his body had to offer.

Once inside the small room, she knelt down before him and began to take his hard penis into her mouth. She moved her head up and down in perfect rhythm as she felt his shaft getting harder and wetter in her mouth. Her tongue caressed each ridge of his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

The woman moved her hands along his body, exploring every inch of him as he moaned with delight. She wanted to make sure that he experienced every bit of pleasure that she could give him.

Just as the woman was beginning to reach her own climax, she heard a noise coming from behind her. She turned around to see another couple entering the small room, watching her with admiration in their eyes. Embarrassed at first, she soon felt a newfound confidence surge through her body as she realized that they were both aroused by what they saw.

The woman continued to pleasure the man with her mouth, feeling his shaft getting harder and wetter with each thrust of her head. The other couple moved closer, their eyes never leaving the scene before them.

The woman felt a new sense of excitement as she realized that she was being watched while pleasuring her man. She wanted him to climax while the other couple watched, and she moved faster and harder against him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

The woman pushed herself to the limit, taking the man’s penis deeper and deeper down her throat. She felt like she was almost gagging as she pushed her head further and further, her eyes watering from the intense pleasure. She had never taken a man so deep inside her mouth before, and the sensation of it was overwhelming. She could feel every inch of his shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through her body with each thrust. As she continued to work her tongue around his cock, pushing him closer and closer to his climax, she felt an incredible sense of gratification knowing that she was giving him such immense pleasure.

Finally, after several minutes of passionate lovemaking, the man let out a loud moan as he released his hot cum into the woman’s mouth. The other couple looked on with awe as they witnessed this intense moment of pure pleasure between two lovers.

The woman felt the warmth of his cum on her tongue, savoring the sweet and salty flavor. She wanted to make sure that she tasted every bit of it. She could feel him trembling with pleasure as she swallowed his cum, feeling him inside her body in a way she had never experienced before.

She felt proud knowing that he had chosen her to experience such an intimate moment with, and she wanted to take it all in, as she felt him slowly slipping out of her mouth.

The woman licked her lips slowly, savoring the last few drops of his cum that were still lingering on them. She licked around her lips sensually and methodically, making sure that not a single drop was left behind.

The woman smiled up at the mysterious man in satisfaction, knowing that she had pleased him completely. She then allowed herself to bask in the afterglow of their shared passion, feeling completely satisfied with what they had just experienced together.

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Edward has trained me well. When I spend a week every month at the slavery academy I am allowed no food that I cannot milk from the cocks of the men I serve. As a result, I have a hunger for cum, now, that will never leave me.

When I’m not at the academy I work in an art gallery. Many of the clients are friends of Edwards, and I am expected to suck their hard dicks whenever they come in to look at the art, lucking and gobbling like the little slave I am as they unload in my throat.

This particular day, though, I had drunk no cum. I was on my way home on the underground, that stretch of the Northern Line that goes up to High Barnet, when I uncovered my new source of nutrition. It was eleven o’clock at night and I was sitting next to an elderly man reading a newspaper article that said that 10% of men hadn’t had sex for over a year, and I was looking at it over his shoulder and thinking how sad a thing that was, when the old man leaned across and said, ‘it’s true you know. Never grow old, love.’

I looked at him. He had a sweet face, a kind face really, and blue eyes behind rimless specs. ‘Are you married?’ I asked.

‘My wife’s in a nursing home,’ for a moment he looked sad. ‘I visit her every week. But no, no sex for five years.’

‘That’s tough,’ I said, and I wondered whether he was propositioning me. I felt my juices rush to my pussy. God, Lucy, I thought, you slut. you can’t… but it would be a kindness, said a voice in my head…and his balls will be full of luscious, creamy, salty mancum. I was so hungry for it. What would be the harm?

‘Even tougher when a girl with legs like yours sits next to me,’ he nodded at my slim thighs. ‘I’d pay, you know. Just to touch?’

My throat went dry. I looked around the carriage. eryaman escort There was another old man asleep, opposite, and a Japanese girl wearing earphones who got up to get off as I made eye contact. I swallowed. ‘To touch what?’

‘Touch your sweet pussy. Fifty quid for five minutes.’

‘I don’t want your money,’ I said, I wasn’t that sort of girl. My pussy felt strangely hot at the thought of him fingering me.

“That’s a shame,’ he said, wistfully. ‘You might be my last chance., and I learned to finger in Paris. You won’t regret it. I may be seventy eight but I know what to do with your clit, sweeties.’

An lustful impulse took me. I stood, and without taking my eyes off his I took my panties off. Then I took his wrist, put it on his lap and very carefully I lowered my wet pussy onto him. ‘You can finger me,’ I said, ‘if I can drink you…’

He didn’t need asking twice. His fingers parted my pussy lips and thrust into me. His eyes glazed over, ‘oh yeah, oh you like that, baby? Oh what a wet pussy…I love a cumslut…’ Excitement flared in me immediately. The excitement and the wickedness of it were just gorgeous. I wiggled and thrust and shifted, and I began very gently to fuck his hand.

He whispered ‘oh yeah… oh, I used to love to finger little girls like you…’ and then he was plunging them deeper, roughly fingering my hot cunt as I began to gasp and pant. The train lurched forward in darkness as I worked his fingers, gushing my juices onto him as he churned and plunged in and out, surging to my quick, fabulous climax, moaning and squeezing on his lovely knobbly fingers as he sighed in pleasure… and as I climaxed he threw me forwards on to the floor of the train.

I landed on all fours, gasping, my dress eryaman escort bayan round my waist, my pussy dripping as he straddled me and plunged his long warm cock into my pussy. I didn’t have time to say no before he was fucking me like an animal, grunting and thrusting deep and hard against my tight wet pussy, grunting, ‘oh fucking yes, oh yes baby, oh you’re so tight and warm…oh yeah you like my cock fucking you, don’t you, baby. You love an old cock in your cunt…’

I couldn’t think straight. I hadn’t had time to wonder if I wanted this or not. I had just started to tighten and thrust back against his fat prick when someone grabbed my face and thrust a warm, plump cockhead at my lips. The old man opposite was awake and wanted a piece of the action… ‘oh, suck that, oh yeah, oh suck my cock…’

I sighed and opened on a moan, and in slid his cock, deep into my throat curved and dark, and I started to gobble and beg…

Oh god reader, how those two old men fucked me. As the train lurched on I was kebabed between these two lust-filled grandpas as they fucked and grunted and worked, and all I wanted was that they unloaded all the cum their balls had been saving into my hungry body. ‘oh yeah, oh you love that don’t you, beg for more baby, beg for it…oh you love that you little cumslut, look at you lusting and moaning…’

The fucking lasted an age. Nobody else got into our carriage, thank God, but I wouldn’t have cared. As the first grandpa emptied his load deep into my pussy the second was jerking off in my throat, pints and pints of it, more than I have ever swallowed, and i moaned and nuzzled and suckled and fed off that lovely old prick as if I’d had no breakfast.

When they had finished with me they suckled escort eryaman my tits as if I was their mother, kneading and chewing on me as if I was a sex toy as i moaned and shuddered… and then they left me there, slumped on a seat, wandering off with a surprising spring in their strides. I couldn’t help thinking I’d been set up. I really didn’t care.

The first man had left me his card. It seems there was a whole secret society of them, looking for girls like me. If I played my cards right I could have more of these fast illicit fucks. When you are a slave to Edward as I am, when every fuck involves being controlled, blindfolded, clamped and double fucked by men who make me work and lick and gobble and beg for hours, these quick cumloads are glorious reward. I love the swift relief it gives me, the salty cum, the chance to please old celibate gents with such an array of gorgeous cocks.

Since that time, I’ve lurked in underground carriages often, and if I see an old man alone I’ll offer, very quietly, a little suck of his cock. If he says yes, we sometimes leave the train and find a quiet corner where I can kneel and pleasure him. Sometimes they take me home and I spend the whole night on their cock, sucking and nuzzling and slurping and playing till they get a second and even a third hard-on. I love the fact that any time, as I doze, I may be woken to the glorious feeling of a hardening cockhead. I love to massage their hairy old balls as they jerk into my throat. I love them to fuck my pussy and my ass as the train bobs and rattles.

Most of all though, I love their cum. I love that wonderful feeling as the cock rears over me and I kneel in supplication and open to take it in. Gradually I am realising that i am enslaved to more than just Edward. I am enslaved to all of you who have a cock which needs to be sucked. All of you who would love to pump your balls into my hairy throat. All of those of you who are willing to donate your cum to a hungry girl in return for pure, free, pleasure.

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