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Do you ever want to see your wife with another man? To know he finds her attractive? To see her receive pleasure in different ways? To have your very own porn star performing just for you? Maybe even have gay sex?

It’s my understanding that a lot of men do. Certainly not all men, but a sizable number of them. Hailey and I had even read an erotic story once where a man had shared his wife. She never came forth with any details, but I could tell the story pushed her buttons.

For me, I only found the thought mildly interesting and didn’t give it much thought until one night:

So one night we were out in a neighborhood bar and she was looking particularly hot. The confluence of her recent weight loss, a makeover, and a new sparkly and snug red dress all conspired to have men stealing glances at her all night long. I wasn’t use to seeing men react to her like that.

Some of the guys didn’t even hide how they gawked, watching her every move. Some of the wives, no doubt, went home mad.

I’ve always leaned toward being possessive and jealous, but tonight I was appreciating her new sexiness and the effect it was having on the male patrons. I loved watching them watch her.

I felt like I was the most important man in the place because the most stunning woman was with me.

I didn’t have any sexual thoughts at first. I just liked them looking and looking doesnt hurt anyone.

But then I was in the bathroom and this dude started talking to me, “You’re with the girl in the red dress?”

Wow! I was so proud he’d noticed. “Yep, She’s my wife.” I could have said ‘She’s with me.’ But I wanted to stress that she belonged to me, like it was important to call her mine. I’d felt that way ever since we were first engaged.

The guy finished washing his hands saying, “Well you’re a lucky guy. She’s the most fuckable woman in here tonight.”

That was the moment the switch was thrown. I liked how the guys ogled her body, but at that moment, hearing her described by a stranger as ‘fuckable’, did it.

I suddenly wanted to see some bloke dancing with her, trying to hold her body next to his, maybe getting a hard on, but not being able to do anything about it.

When I was heading back to our table some guy was sitting on the third stool chatting her up.

A very understandable jealousy rose up in me for a second. Then it was replaced by a brief vision where he was so overcome by her beauty that he pushed her up against a wall, pressed his body against hers, and kissed her passionately.

I wanted to voyeuristically watch her lustfully sink to the floor with her back to the wall, then take his overexcited cock into her irresistible mouth.

Shaking it off I approached the table fully expecting to discover there was a completely reasonable explanation for his presence.

And there was. He and his buddy had been playing darts when she accidentally stepped in front of a flying projectile. It had only caused a tiny scratch but he stayed to put a band-aid on it.

He was an incredibly gregarious guy, putting me at ease instantly. If I weren’t there with Hailey I would probably have joined him and his friend for a game of darts. He and I obviously hit it off – Hailey even mentioned it.

His friend was packing up to go so our new acquaintance, Leo, was also saying his goodbyes to us. He shook my hand warmly with a double handed grasp, then touched Hailey’s collarbone. I noticed that his hand crept slightly up onto her neck as he wished her a speedy recovery.

My eyes were fixated on his hand which almost could be described as caressing her skin. I wasn’t too worried about it since he had been touching me all night long too. He was clearly just one of those guys who’s comfortable with lots of contact. It was probably nothing.

Hailey unconsciously stroked the hair on his arm which to me hinted at the possibility that she was flirting with him. She had been extra flirty with me all evening so my radar was up anyway. That might have meant something.

My mind created an image where he held her body, bending her backwards to kiss her neck ardently as I stood nearby. I would tell him to kiss her breasts then make his way South.

Alone again, Hailey and I hit the dance floor. Being extra frisky she turned her back to me, gently grinding her perfect bum on my growing erection. I touched my lips to her neck speaking close to her ear, “We’re gonna have to stay out on the floor a little longer. I’ve got a situation I need to hide.”

Ignoring my plight, or because of it, Hailey grabbed my hand, leading me back to our table anyway, “You and every guy in here.” That kind of observation was uncharacteristic for my normally demure and self-conscious wife.

We arrived at our table just in time to run into Leo again, who was on his way out after a pitstop. Seeing his darts in his hand I stopped him, “Why don’t you stay for a game?” His eyes smiled at me and he agreed. My embarrassing and lingering stiffy was still just visible through Ankara bayan escort my slacks which was probably the reason for his amusement.

Whenever it was his turn to throw I would wrap my arms around Hailey, nursing my drink. Impulsively I started laying the groundwork for us to bring Leo home. My libidinous urges wanted to see her amorously tangled up in his arms and legs. The sexual images I formed had them rolling around on our bed while I slowly stroked myself in the corner.

I whispered in her ear, “He’s handsome…you remember that story?”

Naturally she objected, but she obviously remembered, “We’re married. I’ve never cheated with another man.” I replied that it would be just like that story we read and no three-way combination could be cheating. She agreed, but complained that her pussy wasn’t cleanly shaved. My retort was that I like it better that way and that no man in the bar would turn down a chance to be with her for that reason. She didn’t flat out say no.

When it was my turn to shoot I looked over at them and they seemed to be more touchy-feely than was appropriate – a positive sign for my impromptu plans.

When next I stood behind Hailey I rubbed my cock into her ass, “Honey, don’t you find him attractive. I can see he likes you?”

She was evasive, but her resolve was melting, “Jack, it doesn’t matter if I find him attractive or not. I would only do it to add spice to our marriage – for us.”

I pressed, “Does it help that he’s obviously turned on by you?”

“Of course, it would help, if we ask him then we know he won’t turn us down. But you don’t read people as good as me.”

“Well, I think he’s good looking, I’m willing to share, and just know he likes you. What’s the hold up then?”

She slapped my arm playfully, “You’re so direct. But I guess, first I wanna know why you wanna share me?”

I was eager to explain, “That’s easy Babe. You’re so hot and it would be a steamy thrill to see him enjoy your tempting body.”

She turned to look in my eyes, “You’re body is pretty hot too. And are you absolutely sure it turns you on? Because if it doesn’t make you happy then there’s no reason to do it.”

I couldn’t hide my enthusiasm, “Yes! It turns me on greatly. Will you do it for me?” Then I added the clincher, “Do you love me that much?”

“Of course I love you that much. It’s the only reason that matters, doing things for each other, right?”

“I agree.” I said, “I know you’ll do anything for me. You’re the best.”

She looked crosswise at Leo, “Do you think…he’s clean…you know, diseases?”

I could tell I had her hooked now. Once she stopped worrying about emotional stuff and focused on STD’s the deal would be virtually done.

“So, let’s ask him?” I offered.

“You can’t just go and ask something like that. You gotta handle it with finesse…let me do it.”

It was my turn at the dartboard again and out of the corner of my eye I saw her using all her best flirtatious moves with him.

Passing the darts to Leo, I asked her, “Did you bring it up? He wants you enough to let us take him home?”

“No, I got to the brink, then chickened out. He wasn’t responding to my moves like I thought he would. I still have it, don’t I?”

“Can you doubt it the way all the men in here are tripping over you?” She bit the corner of her lip hesitantly.

Then I had an inspiration, “What if I had a wager on the dart game, but when I couldn’t back the bet, you bailed me out with your body?”

Hailey seemed intrigued, “That just might work.”

Just then Leo slapped the darts into my palm, “Your turn pal. I’ll keep the little lassie company so she doesn’t lose interest in hanging out with us guys.”

This was my chance, “Speaking of interesting…whaddya say we make the game a little more interesting?”

We ended up betting twenty dollars a point and my luck ‘suddenly’ took a turn for the worse. Soon enough I owed him a nice little sum and the bar was closing down.

When it was time to cash out I fumbled through my wallet apologizing profusely for my ‘inability’ to pay.

Right on cue Hailey came to my rescue, “We hate to admit it Leo, but finances have been real tight recently. Instead of cash, suppose we go back to our house and take it out in trade?” She thrust out her chest and turned her hip so there was no doubt what she was offering.

Leo went to her, taking both of her hands in his and looking intently into her eyes, “Hailey, You’re an exceptionally attractive woman, but my tastes run kinda more toward the likes of Jack here.” He stared at me wistfully, then looked at his watch, “There’s an ATM in the lobby.”

She tilted her head questioningly, “You’re gay?”

Still talking only to Hailey he said, “Something like that, but not exactly.”

I was reaching into my back pocket for the rest of my cash when Hailey blurted out exuberantly, “You can still go home with us. Jack’ll do it instead of me!”

I coughed uncontrollably while Escort bayan Ankara somewhere in the surrealistic distance I heard Leo saying it was a fantastic way to settle the score.

I took her by her arm, dragging her a short distance away, “Hailey, what are you doing? That wasn’t the plan.”

“I know,” she said, “but we didn’t know he was gay – and you remember when we read that story about wife sharing? Well, in my mind it was husband sharing. And at the time I had these mental images of you with another woman, but right now the thought of you and Leo is really titillating.”

I tried all the excuses that she had tried earlier and she answered with all the comebacks that I had countered with.

Then throwing my words back at me she stated adamantly, “You said if I loved you enough I should do it, and you agreed that it’s the only reason that matters. Well, I was going to do it for you!”

She had me and my objections got stuck in my throat.

Leo draped his arm over my shoulder and the two of them led me like a lamb to the slaughter.

A short drive later, Hailey in our car, and us guys in Leo’s, we arrived home. The situation left me feeling numb as we three walked through the front door. Hailey practically skipped and I had no heart to disappoint her, though I still searched for an out.

I pictured the three of us naked together except I was in the middle rather than Hailey.

We were already drunk so we made our way directly to the bedroom. They both went boldly while I hung back, reluctant to jump into it so quickly.

Hailey settled into an upholstered chair in the corner. Her strappy shoes dangled from her delicate feet, which were up on the arm. Then with her vibrator in hand she announced, “You guys do your thing. I’ll just stay here and watch.”

If we were going to have a threesome, Hailey’s smokin’ body would rev my engine. Then a little incidental contact with a man would be in the context of a straight encounter. Who knows, things might even get out of hand until there was some sort of mild one-way bi activity. Or maybe I would’ve cum in her pussy before it got that far, leaving Leo out in the cold.

But as things were, this was going to be full fledged male gay sex. There was going to be no woman on the bed at all. She didn’t even remove her red dress.

She saw Leo happily push me down so I was sitting on the side of the mattress. He hovered nearby and I sat dumbly as he undressed.

I suppose he had a pretty good body, except it was all hairy, no more than mine, just a lot more than any girl I’d been with.

When he stripped off his underwear his penis seemed to be a replica of mine in every way. Sturdy and strong without being a parody for size fanatics. I was kinda glad Hailey wouldn’t be seeing one better than mine.

Leo turned around, displaying his body as if I would be aroused gazing at his figure. I wasn’t. Hailey spoke to me grinning, “Jack, just look what you’ve got to play with.”

Standing directly in front of me he rocked up and down on his heels causing his dick to bounce, “It’s a nice one! You like it, Jackie?”

Hailey interrupted, “I love your moves. Bounce some more for us, Leo.”

Leo bounced and twisted his hips, making his cock dance. All the while Hailey gave him directions on how he should show off his rigid member to turn me on.

He asked me again, “You like my cock, Jack?”

I smiled weakly, thinking that you can’t insult a man’s cock. “Oh yea, it’s a nice one.” It felt insincere even to me so I tried again with more verve, “Yea baby, I just love it.”

From the corner I heard the vibrator click on. She seemed so far away, detached and uninvolved with the activity on the bed. Hailey gave Leo more advice, “In my fantasies you undress him sensually, kissing as you go.”

I didn’t even know she had fantasies. If they were all homosexual in nature maybe that would explain why she hadn’t shared any.

Meanwhile, Leo stepped back unbuttoning my shirt. He would reveal a bit of my skin then kiss the spot tenderly. I closed my eyes pretending it was Hailey and it felt nice. She rarely did that to me as I was usually the one seducing her.

When he started undoing my pants things got serious. He bent the flap of my slacks back then kissed my lower tummy just above my pubic area. Then he repeated it on the other side. It was so odd to be the object of another man’s cravings.

Grabbing the cuffs of my pants he gave them a jerk. I fell flat on my back with my legs up in the air while he tugged them off brusquely.

Laying there, passively, like I was the female in this arrangement, and wearing just my underwear I felt so very vulnerable. Leo ran his fingers under the elastic on the leg holes, lightly touching my balls. Now, I had my eyes closed and it was electric.

As if to emphasize my role, Hailey told Leo to turn me over. Laying on my stomach now, with me legs hanging off the side of the bed, the more aggressive one of us Bayan escort Ankara two started slowly rolling my underwear off.

Under her watchful gaze I submissively let him remove the last of the barrier between my privates and his indecent intentions. I even lifted my hips to assist in my own violation.

Then Hailey threw me under the bus, “I’ve always thought he had a cute little pucker. Perfect for fucking, don’t you think?”

“Oh, she’s a beauty. It’s adorable the way it winks at me all nervous. Watch this.” He tapped my anus lightly with his finger a few times and every time he made contact my butthole clenched.

She ‘oohed’ to show how cool she thought it was.

“Has it been ravaged before?” Having asked his question, he surprised me when first I felt his breath on it, and then even more when he kissed it. I think it clenched a million times beneath his lips.

From the corner I heard a few breathless words, “No, it hasn’t. But this is so hot.”

Being talked about like I was merely an object for their use was strange. Knowing they were going to sodomize me I regretted not having quickly seized the role of top. If I were the top it would be me fucking him – a not great, but much more preferable state of affairs.

Hailey offered one of her suggestions again, “Will you two show me lots of positions?”

“You bet, darlin'” he told her. “Anything you’d like to see first?”

“Yea!” I heard the mirth in her voice. “I’ve always wanted to see if a guy sucks differently than a girl.”

I dreaded sucking his cock and as he moved me over so I was in the center of the bed, I wondered how he planned to assault my mouth.

However, I was pleasantly surprised when Leo crawled between my legs, kissing my dick and balls all over. He kissed them like a man who loved everything about male genitals. It was tender and adoring, as if he thought my parts had great worth. When he licked my balls with large sweeping strokes of the tongue, I thought that never before had a woman, even Hailey, valued my testicles so much. I opened one eye reluctantly to watch him loving my nads. I feared the sight of a naked manly body between my legs, but it turned out to be alright.

Shortly, he propped himself up on his elbows getting ready to suck my dick. I prepared myself too. Waiting for the foreign feel of a man’s lips, I too propped myself up on my elbows to watch.

He laid a devoted kiss on the very tip then swallowed the crown. When my cockhead entered his mouth I heard an earnest groan from deep in his throat. I felt the rumble of it too. At the risk of beating a dead horse, in all my experience no woman had ever demonstrated such sincere devotion to cocksucking before.

I looked over at Hailey briefly, as if to say accusingly, ‘see that? That’s how you suck a cock.’

She watched intently with a hand in her dress, twiddling a nipple while leisurely running the vibe around her panty clad puss.

Leo let a generous amount of saliva coat my dick then plunged all the way down in one single motion. Another first for me.

Hailey observed, “All the way on the first try. Impressive. Think you can teach me?”

He stopped for a second, “I don’t know. It’s always just come naturally to me. A labor of love.”

Watching my new buddy suck my cock, I had a momentary feeling that when I had to return the favor I wanted to do a good job. I didn’t want to let him down, but I also feared I would back out – I even hoped to find a reason to back out.

He took me all the way down several more times, bringing me to the brink of shooting. Then he stopped, “Woah there partner, can’t finish too soon. We’ve got all night.”

I was disappointed not to cum, but my feelings turned to alarm when he crawled up my chest presenting his cock to me as if it were a treat anyone would enjoy.

I was trapped beneath his weight, but more trapped by the persuasive arguments I’d used to convince Hailey to put herself right where I was now.

I glanced her way and she was oblivious to my distaste, instead her eyes were glazed over watching his cock approach my lips, with her hands running her favorite vibe all around her now pantiless sex.

I think if it had been a big black cock with gnarly veins running all around it I would’ve bolted. But since it looked so much like mine it at least seemed familiar.

I looked from his excited eyes to the bottom of his cockhead so close to me I had to cross my eyes to see it clearly. It was just pink flesh. It didn’t smell bad or leak any fluids. His balls were shaved clean. I tried to convince myself I could do it. Why not?

But then again, I wasn’t gay. This is what girls do. If I were a girl… But I felt like a straight man and I was supposed to find it gross.

But was it really that gross? I mean, I would suck my own if I could.

Hailey called out excitedly, “Oh, I can’t wait.” And I heard the vibrator switch to a higher speed.

This was the moment! They were waiting. All I had to do was lift my head with my mouth open and it would be done. What’s more, she would be watching me suck a guy’s cock. She said she wanted it, but wouldn’t she think less of me?

I closed my eyes, readying myself to take the plunge. I grabbed the sheets in clenched fists, getting a good hold of them to pull myself up with.

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I began to crawl again and the next door was on the right and the sounds of a large party were emanating from inside. I reached up and opened the door only to see a very expensive pair of men’s shoes come into my view. I was directed to stand and enter. I followed, very docilely keeping my eyes down. I saw a lot of peoples clothed legs and some extremely sexy female legs shorn in high heels. The place was packed and lit only by party lights and flashing strobes; while the music very loud. I was NAKED and being led on a leash that’d been attached to my collar on entering. The humiliation was so intense that my cock was hard and wagged obscenely in front of me. My ASS and cock were constantly caressed as I made my way to the distant bar. I chanced a more detailed examination of the room.

I was at first astonished at the very young and sexy girls all around, usually hanging onto the arms of well dressed older men, in their 60’s or 70’s. My weakness! I became weak with submissive lust and envious of those girls. Then I looked closer and detected that some of the mini skirts were TENTED. These were sissies! Now I was really envious.

We came to the bar. I was unleashed and given a tray of drinks and appetizers and instructed to mingle. I was also told that I was to consider myself as an appetizer. I was also outfitted with a cock and ball ring to insure that I kept my erection. Off I went, cock wagging before me.

The Ankara escort tray contents disappeared quickly. I felt hands running over my entire body. The tray was taken from me and I was instructed to keep mingling.

Once, I was bent over a chair and I could feel expensive trousers pressed into my ass cheeks as a cock was unlimbered and my anus lubed. I moaned as the long, thin cock penetrated me deeply. I was true FUCK MEAT. My assaulter slammed into me as he slapped my ass and pulled me closer by my shoulder. I felt his climax inside me, powerfully. I heard delighted applause and cheers and I felt his voluminous spooge drip from my asshole. More applause.

Next, I was ushered into a room. There were poker tables all over the room and men playing for serious cash. I noticed movement under each table and saw the sexy sissies crawling around servicing whatever males required it. I was instructed to offer to service the sissies, orally. To be a slave to slaves!

I presented myself at the first table to the gambler’s and after a long look at my smooth, hairless swimmer’s physique it was first ordered that I wear spiked heels to accentuate my young boys ASS. That was done and I slowly sank to my knees and crawled underneath the table.

The first thing I noticed was that the cocks on these dainty “gurls,” were very demunitive and while they were happy to have an audience, they weren’t Ankara escort bayan so much focused on their own pleasure. I got the distinct impression (and I had to agree) that there was total focus on SERVICING the magnificent meat in their mouths.

The cocks we were pleasing belonged to undeniably powerful males. universally large, thickly veined and mostly circumcised. The heads flared and were dark pink to purple, continually oozing pre cum and demanding pleasure by their presence. Like a Force of Nature, there was zero room for argument and there was none. Only submission.

I was taken to a heavily padded sawhorse arrangement where I was strapped down. Ass up but mouth accessible. For HOURS I was used. cocks invaded my mouth and my ass. Big ones, small ones. Not much cum, or a deluge. Those were my favorites. Hard and roughly face fucked followed by a cum drenched face. At some point, I literally passed out from sheer exhaustion.

When I awoke, I was in an opulent bed in what seemed to be a very expensive hotel. I was naked, but no collars or gear. I felt great. I looked around, saw not only my street clothes I’d originally worn hanging nearby but a whole new wardrobe and some paperwork on a desk nearby.

A man I’d never seen before was sitting in a chair watching me. seeing I was awake, he rose and came to stand next to my head, smiling down at me. He spoke in a warm, Escort Ankara deep voice. “You passed. You’ve been disenrolled from school. Seeing my abject panic he chuckled and continued: Relax, your school tuition has been fully paid. You really don’t want the hassle of sitting in class and studying in the library for the next three years, do you?”

He went on, knowing the answer. “You’re going to work for the United Nations in pretty much the same role as you stumbled into everything. You will literally travel the world, partying and orchestrating parties like you experienced last night. You and Marco will work together and he won’t be your slave master unless you want him as such, just for fun. In three years, the school you just left, will issue you a Degree in “International Relations,”

He grinned as I suddenly guffawed. You will go home on normal holidays to see your family just like other students. You’re plenty smart, well raised. Your talents are…. elsewhere. All that’s needed is for you to sign some paperwork over at that desk. Questions?

“Where will I live and for whom will I be working in the short term?”

He continued, “You’ll be paid well and get a nice car. But you’re working for and staying with me. My name is Marko. Senior. I report to the men who owned the party house you just left. That’s pretty much all there is. Oh and one more thing.”

He unzipped his pants and hauled out an enormous circumcised cock which was oozing pre cum. As he smears it all over my face and then he slips it inside my open and eager mouth, he says:

“You start the rest of your life right now.” He grabs my hair and starts sawing that slab of man meat deep into my throat as I gurgle happily.

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This story is my long-term fantasy. I have changed the names and the story line is a mash up of years of comments, conversations and things that happened, and things I wish had happened.

So, I’ve been going to my massage therapist, Amanda, for about 10 years now. She’s always been super cute, petite (she’s like 4’11 and about 110lbs) and has always had the perfect chest on her petite frame. She’s taken some time off over the years to start a Nursing career and also to have a couple kids in addition to moving from one location to another locally. I’ve been deployed a couple times and we always keep getting back together. She always knows just what I need with a few short descriptions of what’s been going on.

I’ve always fantasized about her, what she looks like nude, what it would be like to have sex with her, and at a minimum what a happy ending with her would be like. I always get super hard when she is working on me, usually on the left leg which is the side I hang on. Once she even rested her hand directly on my sheet covered hard on for about 2 seconds which felt amazing!

We’ve always chatted some before and after and in the past, she’s made mention that between her husband and boys her feelings and desires are not taken into account. The other day when I met her she complained again about this and was feeling particularly run down after a third parent teacher conference on her oldest, only 2 months into the school year.

After telling me this Amanda asked, “enough about me…what’s going on with you?”. I said, well you know the usual. She laughs and replies: working out, traveling and sitting in meetings; so legs and back sore and stiff am I right? Laughing I said Yes, but sounds like your day or so has been rougher than mine! Maybe you need the massage. Laughing, she replies probably but not sure when I have the time between running to the school, keeping house, working here and some shifts as a Nurse! You know the drill, get undressed, under the sheet and I’ll be back in a few for you!

I couldn’t help but rub myself a bit as I watched her walk out and shut the door. Her cute petite ass in yoga pants as usual and hoping I didn’t get caught staring too hard at her amazing tits! Standing there nude and with a semi boner I stroked for a few seconds imagining before I laid face down and pulled the sheets up. I made sure my cock was pointing straight down my leg for comfort as I was getting harder. Previous massages where I had it under me and got hard I knew that her rubbing and rocking me during the massage made things very uncomfortable and a couple times almost to the point of cumming! I can never get the sheet right on me laying face down so I knew when she came in she’d pull it up just enough (wondering if she ever peeked at her nude clients) and smoothing it down before beginning the massage.

I hear the slight knock and the door open as she returns and says as usual “Are you ready”? I always reply something enthusiastic like always or definitely! The place she is working now is small, and there are only about four or five massage therapists that work there now with three rooms. Most of the time I am there and its just the two of us, or maybe one other therapist and client. I knew tonight was no different as it was a later appointment and it would be just us in the space tonight. But tonight something was slightly different as I didn’t immediately feel her hands on my back as she positioned herself at my head to adjust the sheet.

So Pete, comfortable and ready? Her voice a bit shaky sounding. Always I replied! Then another long pause as she was still at the side of the table down towards my feet. Her voice was nervous as she asked You joked that I might be the one that needs the massage, and the more I thought about it as you were changing the more I realized you were right. Just a lot going on and I haven’t made time for myself, and well I was uh wondering if maybe we could uh switch things up? I had stayed face down as she mentioned this and then turning my head up, I looked at her and she looked nervous standing with her arms crossed over her chest her eyes down, and just looking a bit worn down. “You mean actually switch where I massage you? You know I’m not a trained therapist lol. Not sure how much I could actually help but…” Amanda interrupts me at that point. Sometimes its not about the technique, its more about the power of touch that heals and relaxes. And besides, if you find a knot I can talk you through that some, its really not that hard!

At that point my mind was racing and without hesitation or thought I heard myself say ok somewhat nervously. Amanda steps next to the table and places a hand on my lower back…You’ve been coming to see me for a long time now, and we’ve gotten to know each other a bit and I’m comfortable with this but we can’t say anything because its technically not what should be happening here and I can’t get fired. Also since I have already come back Ankara escort into the room, I can’t leave again or have you go out before the massage is up because the boss does check the video monitors that record the lobby and hall area outside the rooms. So if you are ok with this, I’ll turn my back so you can get up and dress then you can turn your back while I get undressed and under the sheet.

I laughed nervously and smiled at her and said that fine by me. She turned away as I got out from under the sheet and immediately noticed I was standing straight out from being so hard. I took a few steps over the chair with my clothes and she slightly turns her head and says I may want to just go with boxers and t shirt since the room is warm and I will get hot doing the massage. Replying I ask, so that’s why you always wear yoga pants and t shirts! Laughingly she replies well yes but also because they are super comfy! My boxers on, I start to pull on a shirt but hesitate, “Would it be ok to leave my t shirt off so it doesn’t get sweaty or covered in oil”? Sure, she replies. “Ok, so I’m ready and have my back turned for you to change”.

At this point I had moved to the other side of the room so she could use the chair to place her clothes and I positioned myself so I could maybe have a chance of a quick glance as she changed. Amanda begins by slipping out of her flip flops she always wore, showing off her cute little toes with an always immaculate pedicure. She pulls her yoga pants down and I hear her as she moves and leans on the chair. Next comes the massage t shirt shes wearing before I hear the sound as she pulls the sports bra over her head. I chance a quick side peek and I can see her amazing tits as they bounce out of the sports bra, a bit too dark and quick though to catch a glimpse of her nipples. Then I hear her slide her panties down and begin lightly stepping to the table before I hear her lay down and being to pull the sheet up. I’m ready I think! And thank you for being a gentleman! Blushing at my quick glance with my cock still hard I turn around and move towards her feet. I’ll give you a minute to relax like you give me, just breath and try to let some of the tension subside. Standing by her feet so she can’t see, I lean over and put my fingers on her panties. They feel moist, and they are a very plain but pretty pink thong with some kind of design on them, obviously from VS.

I decide to just begin as she does. I go to her head, placing my hands on her shoulders and lift the sheet to adjust it. In a quick flash I could see her nude petite body before the sheet falls back down. I move around to her feet and uncover them both and begin warming oil in my hands. Feeling her tense slightly as my hands touch her feet, I being slowly massaging both lightly and say ” Just let me know if I’m doing something wrong or need to change pressure or whatever.” Turning her head, she replies with a simple ok and a small sigh. After a minute of this I cover her feet and then move to her left side, and uncover her left leg, going a bit higher than planned I shift the sheet back so her butt cheek isn’t uncovered and apologize. It’s ok, not even raising her head this time, it happens! I begin running my oiled hands up and down her leg, concentrating on her calf area first but alternating with long strokes up and down as well. I admire her muscle tone and remember she use to do a lot of yoga from a previous conversation. “Looks like you are still doing some yoga?” Sometimes, but as with everything else its fallen off due to other priorities. Continuing up her leg I start working more on the hamstring, lightly at first, and playing with the pressure more, and I feel her shift her legs apart a bit. I can feel the warmth between her legs but I don’t get too close not wanting to ruin anything. I finish with a few long strokes of her leg and cover it before shifting to the other side and doing the same, but purposely uncovering a bit of her cheek and leaving it to see how things go. Hearing nothing I begin the same and slowly work my way up her leg. They push apart a bit more as I work my way up and this time I can just make out the outline in the shadow of her smooth lips. I try to remain composed, can feel my hands shake a bit as I add more oil and try to control myself before I slowly cover her leg and shift to work her back.

I slowly pull the sheet down her back and bunch it at the top of her hips and then on the first stroke notice her hair is in the way. She immediately notices as well and tells me to grab a hair tie from the drawer by the table. She raises up a bit to work her long hair into a messy bun and I see her full breasts a bit on the side before she quickly lays back down. I slowly run my hands all over her soft back, down the middle, up the sides, across the shoulders and I can feel her breath and relax from my touch. I work my way down her back and begin pressing a bit more on her lower Ankara escort bayan back. She softly tells me I need to press a bit more, but go above and below that spot a bit to relax it. I begin working above it and then tentatively start to move to the top of her cheeks some and in the process push the sheet back further. With half her butt exposed I do some long strokes across her back again admiring her petite body. We continue like this for a bit longer, my hands tentatively going a bit further on her cheeks each time before quickly coming back up. When its time I pull the sheet back up and tell her its time to turn over. At this point, since everything had been in silence, I hesitantly ask “How’s it going so far? Everything ok?” Amanda smiles slightly with her eyes remaining shut, replies “perfect, if you hurt me I would have told you, but its about the relaxing touch which is working wonders so I haven’t wanted to say anything so far!”. With a huge smile on my face and blushing slightly at the thought of all my fantasies over the years of stroking myself to this beautiful woman, if she only knew everything I had thought about!

Standing to the side I reach over and pull the sheet up like she does, before placing it back down. I walk around and adjust and notice her nipples are poking thru the sheet. I move behind her head and begin slowly working her neck trying to mimic what she does, adjusting the sheet down to the tops of her tits so I can also work her shoulders. I’m glad to sit for a few minutes as I am still so hard form seeing little glimpses of her body and feeling her soft skin, something I had been fantasizing about for years! When I finish I move to her left arm and begin working her entire arm. That’s when I feel my hard on press against her hand as I leaned into the stroke. I continue on but accidently did it again, and she didn’t say anything, her eyes are still shut, so I enjoy myself a bit with a few more accidental brushes. Then switching arms I do the same to her right. Looking at her erect nipples under the sheet, I assume she is enjoying the touch and feeling my cock brush her hand and arm but still nervous about going to far, I only continue a bit discreetly so as not to ruin things. Then I shift down to her right leg, uncovering it and pulling the sheet up to where the bikini line would start. I don’t bother tucking it and begin some long slow strokes. I accidently press my hard on against her hand and notice what felt like a press back. I go again and immediately feel her press against me too. Shifting to stand at her foot, I begin working up her leg and press against her foot with my hard cock. I continue working up her leg until my hands are in the top of her thigh and inner thigh and continue working that area. Hearing her soft breathing and seeing eyes shut I continue on that area, feeling the heat between her thighs and notice them spread a bit more. I push up a bit too far and hear a small gasp but no words, I continue a bit more conservatively and finish that leg before covering it up.

Walking around to the other side of the table I notice how hard I am and how obvious it is based on my boxer briefs straining to hold back my 7″ hard cock. I feel a bit of moistness as well from some precum, thinking I’m going to cum so quick once I can stroke one out after this!

I uncover her left leg again up to the bikini line and begin slowly stroking up and down, realizing this is almost over and wanting to savor every touch of her soft skin. I again feel my cock bump against her and her begin to press back more and decide to leave my cock pressed against her a bit longer to enjoy the feeling of the pressure. Her arm presses back making it feel so good while distracting my strokes up her leg. I begin to get lost in the sensations a bit as I feel her hand and arm shift ever so slightly against me and the next thing I realize my hands have gone under the sheet and over her hip bone on the outside and my hand on her inner thigh is just an inch from her and I can feel the heat as she breathes heavily. I pull back and go again a few times, each time inching slightly further until my finger tips brush her wet and what felt like smooth waxed lips as my other hand slides across the front of her hip bone. At that moment she slightly moans and her hand shifts and grabs my hard cock through my boxers. Stunned for a second I realize my finger tips are in her wet pussy and my other hand is pressing on the front of her hip as she begins to knead my hard cock.

Without thinking I press my fingers forward all the way in hearing Amanda moan as she slips her hand under the waist band of my boxers to grip my cock. I being slowly sliding my fingers in and out of her feeling the wetness and hearing her soft moans, matching them with my own heavy breathing as she grips my cock. I push the sheet off her with my other hand fully exposing her fully to me, so I can see her big tits Escort Ankara for the first time. I slide my oiled hand up her belly and across her hard nipples, pinching each and continuing to feel how soft yet firm they are as I continue fingering her. For the first time she opens her eyes as shes breathing heavy and looks into mine. Without saying anything we continue like this for a few moments. Watching her body move slightly as she moans and breaths heavily, under my touch is the most erotic view I have ever had. I realize I have never been harder as she continues to just hold my cock. I pull my shorts off for her and then I move to the end of the table. She looks at me questioningly as she wanted to continue, until I grab her legs and pull her so her butt is at the end of the table. I kneel down and place her legs on my shoulders for support as I lean forward and begin slowly licking her wet pussy. Finding her clit with my tongue I reach up and start playing with her nipples, running my hands all over her belly, and chest as she begins to sigh, moan and breath while letting her hips start to move based on my tongue’s motion. Pulling back for a second, I see how wet she is by the soft low light of the room. Her body slick from the massage oil, her nipples standing perfectly erect, much larger than I imagined. I lean forward again, sucking and licking her wetness only hearing the moans in reply. One hand continues to slip across her belly and chest, playing with those super hard nipples, feeling them in my palms and fingers as I pinch in rhythm with my tongue. My other hand slips beneath her, and slips inside her with my tongue. Her hips really begin to move now. My hand slips down for a second and when I push it back, it finds her other hole which I press against. She immediately tenses up and moans more loudly to which I take as an invitation and push into her. Never in my dreams did I ever think I’d see her nude let alone have my tongue buried in her pussy, with one hand on her hard nipples and another finger inside her ass!

We continue like this for a few minutes, until her hands grab my head and grip my hair, I feel her legs tense around my neck and her soft moans become more guttural and she begins to orgasm. I feel her body alternately tense and quiver and hear her loudly moaning with pleasure, her hands and legs not allowing me to pull back from pleasuring her through her entire orgasm.

When it subsides I feel Amanda completely relax, at which point I stand up, her legs slip around my waist, her hands relaxed on the side of the table, and she opens her eyes for the second time during thr massage, looking directly into mine. My hard cock is standing straight out resting just on top of her wet pussy. Without a word she reaches down positions my cock at the entrance to that wet warm pussy, and then with her legs pulls me into her in one stroke. Her eyes roll back as she moans and lets slip a oh fuck you are huge. I begin to slowly pump in and out of her. My hands running around her chest and belly again before leaning forward and my hands finding her neck and picking up the pace of our fucking. Her legs wrapped tightly, my hands lightly gripping on her throat, our eyes remained locked, both sweaty and covered in massage oil my pace quickening as I know I won’t last long due to the tease of seeing her, fantasizing about this moment for years, and hearing her moaning…we both are completely lost in the moment until I moan and push as deep as I can in her and feel myself lose all control as I begin cumming deep inside her. She feels the pulsing and immediately begins to cum again, tightly wrapping her legs around my hips, her arms around my shoulders pulling me down against her so we kiss deeply moaning into each other as we struggle to breath with our tongues intertwined.

Once the orgasm subsides for us both we slowly release and I lean up to stretch, softening inside her until I slip out, her legs loosely wrapped around my hips. Amanda smiles and blushes, before saying “Thank you…I shouldn’t have done any of that, professionally or personally, but you have no idea how badly I needed that. Please never mention this to anyone! I don’t think we can ever do anything like that again, but it was so intense and enjoyable” she said with a smile and blushing at the embarrassment, excitement and guilt of everything. I smiled and said thank you and this is our secret. And you have no idea that I’ve been fantasizing about this for years!

Amanda smiled and blushed again…” Yes, I figured, its kind of hard to hide that thing during a massage especially on your back!” Standing up she comes in to hug, our nude oiled bodies touching and swaying slightly together, my cock starting to get a little fuller, her hard nipples pressed against my chest, she steps back “I like the reaction but we have to stop now, its getting late and I need to get home!”. We watch each other dress and she slips out first to begin closing me out and setting up my next appointment, before I come out. I pay, hand her a tip as usual, she looks questioningly as she says but I didn’t…before I interrupt with, yes you did! She smiles and says see you next time as I walk out to go home, shower and stroke again to a fantasy that I hope comes true…

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My girlfriend and I were visiting her Mom for the week between semesters at TITS. Yeah, I know. It’s a funny acronym. The Institute of Technology and Science is a well respected but little known university. I went there because I was an athlete and they offered a full ride. Emily was there because the women in her family had been attending for generations. Her Mom and Aunt had both graduated. Her Grandma had gone there and a whole bunch of other women in the family had attended as well.

Emily and I had only been dating for a little while but I knew as soon as I met her that I was interested. Really interested. When I first saw Emily she had been sunbathing behind her dorm in a secluded little nook. As soon as she realized that I had stumbled across her Emily put on a bulky hoodie. But it had been too late! Emily was one of those quietly sexy girls. Big tits, no waist and legs that went on forever. You would have no idea if you had not seen her in a bikini as I had! In every day life Emily looked like a nerd. Well, she was a nerd! Smart as a whip, she usually wore glasses which hid her amazing blue eyes. She held her hair back with a plastic headband and wore bulky loose clothes that gave no hint as to the amazing body underneath!

I was smart enough to play it slow. I introduced myself in the cafeteria that served the four dorms in our quadrant. I struck up a conversation a couple of times and didn’t push things. When I finally asked her out we had been talking for a couple of weeks. Later Emily told me that she had decided that I was gay because I didn’t hit on her at once. She was actually relieved that I asked her out since she liked me!

Anyway, we were still getting to know each other. Nothing more than a few kisses between us, no fooling around. No hanky-panky. But we were building up to it, I thought.

So we were visiting her Mom, who was divorced. Her Mom lived with her sister, Aunt Ruth in a nice rancher on the edge of town.

Her Mom seemed to be a traditional housewife. When we first met she told me to call her “Mom”. She worked part time in a day-care facility. Around the house she usually wore an apron, Mom jeans and loose blouses. Mom wasn’t as well built as Emily who I had discovered, wore a Double F cup bra! (I found out by snooping around her laundry basket!) Aunt Ruth was an Executive Assistant at some tech start-up. She was a stout woman. Short and bulky. Really bulky!

Oh hell, ‘Bulky’ is a euphemism for giant tits! You could not miss them! It’s not like she was a show off. She wore a lot of roomy cardigan sweaters, and floppy tops. But there was no way she could hide those two enormous breasts no matter how she dressed! I could see them coming and going. In profile she was just amazing!

Mom had insisted that Emily and I have different rooms. Which was fine with me. Emily and I had not had any really intimate contact and I wasn’t going to be comfortable sleeping in the same room even if we did have separate beds!

During dinner, that first night, I got the feeling that Aunt Ruth was checking me out. She smiled at me. I think she even winked at me a time or two. But I decided that I was just imagining things.

I volunteered to put the dishes in the dishwasher after I cleared the table. Mom and Emily sat down to watch some TV and Aunt Ruth wandered into the kitchen.

She leaned up against the counter and watched me rinse the dishes and put them into the dishwasher.

“Emily has done well for herself. You’re a real cutie,” she told me while smiling at me.

“Well, thank you, Aunt Ruth. That’s very kind of you.”

“Emily told us that you were an athlete. A gymnast, she said.”

“That’s right. I’m a gymnast.”

“I guess that means that you are all muscular and toned, right?”

“Oh, well,” I started to say. But Aunt Ruth didn’t wait for me to finish the sentence. She reached out and pulled my shirt up to my shoulders!

“Oh, MY! Look at all those muscles! You could be a fitness model! Look at your abs! And pecs!” She was running her hands over me as she spoke. She fluttered her fingertips over my nipples and pinched each one.

“Are you sensitive?” She asked.

“Um yeah, I guess.” I admired.

“Have you and Emily gotten to know each other yet?”

“Not really. We’ve only been dating a few weeks” I told her.

“I bet you like how well stacked she is, don’t you?”

“Um…”

Aunt Ruth slipped out of the bulky cardigan she was wearing.

“You can tell me the truth. I mean, look at me!” She arched her back while smiling up at me. She was wearing a sleeveless pull over that barely stretched enough to contain those amazingly huge tits!

I now had a clear look at just how busty Aunt Ruth was! And she was BUSTY. Aunt Ruth had, by far, the largest set of breasts I had ever seen in real life. I had seen pictures of women that were similar. But they were probably photoshopped. Or they had had Ankara escort breast augmentation several times. That was not the case with Aunt Ruth, I was sure!

A little embarrassed, I looked away after my first glance.

“You don’t have to be shy,” Aunt Ruth told me with a chuckle. “I know what I look like. I like what I look like! I like the attention that my huge breasts draw from men and women! There aren’t many women around that are as well built as I am! I have to get my bras custom made as well as most of my blouses and tops. When you have a sixty inch bust riding over a twenty eight inch waist and forty-two inch hips you tend to attract a lot of attention. And I enjoy the attention!” While she was talking she had started to swivel her shoulders from side to side which caused her boobs to quiver and shimmy to and fro!

I admit I was watching. Hell, I was staring! Sixty inch breasts? Holy Smokes! I couldn’t take my eyes off them! Aunt Ruth was now bouncing on her toes and her melons were rising and falling!

While she had been talking she had continued to stroke her hands over my torso. Once in a while she would grip my ass which would result in her pressing those giant tits against me. I have to admit that I was getting aroused from watching her tease me!

And Aunt Ruth noticed the result. I was sprouting a hard-on.

“Oh, my. Look at this!” she exclaimed as she stroked my growing erection thru my pants. “You have a big stiff!e don’t you Randy? Is it going to get bigger?” She smiled into my eyes while keeping one hand on my abdominals and the other on my cock. I was so shocked that I couldn’t move! Emily hadn’t fondled my erection yet! And here was her built-like-a-brick-shithouse Aunt groping me in the kitchen!

“How big do you get, Randy?”

“I haven’t measured it,” I told her. “But it gets bigger!” I couldn’t keep a touch of pride out of my voice. I knew that I had a big dick. I hadn’t measured it, tho.

“Well, let me take care of this and I’ll measure it for you, Honey!”

“But Aunt Ruth! What about Emily?”

“What about her? She hasn’t had any experience. I think one of you should know what you’re doing when you crawl into bed together. And who better to learn from than Aunt Ruth, who has had a lot of experience? I’d love to share what I have learned with you! Now come here!”

Using my erection as a handle Aunt Ruth dragged me to her bedroom.

She gently sat me down on her bed and caressed my groin thru my pants. It wasn’t long before I was at full strength. At some point she had pulled my hands to her breasts and encouraged me to fondle them!

She wasn’t wearing a bra! There was just huge mountains of breast flesh with a thin cotton layer between them and my hands1

There was no way I could control those marvelously massive mounds of mammary flesh. But I tried. I squeezed, pinched, pushed and pulled on her tits. I was having a blast playing with the largest boobs I had ever imagined.

“Hold on a moment, Randy,” she told me. Leaning away from me she slipped her arms out of the pull-over that she had on. She was smiling into my eyes as she pulled down her neckline until her breasts tumbled out into the open! Her nipples were hard and poked out almost an inch from the surrounding flesh.

“Now keep on going! I was enjoying what you were doing!”

She didn’t have to ask twice! I pulled on her nipples to make them protrude even further. Then I strummed them with my thumbs and finally I leaned down enough that I could wrap my lips around her nearest nipple to suck and lick.

Aunt Ruth was moaning and letting out little yips of happiness while I worked. She used both hands to pull me tightly to her tits. It was difficult to get a deep breathe from under all that tit! But I struggled thru!

“Honey, you do that so well! I love the feelings your lips and tongue are giving me! Don’t stop! But let me get this out into the open where I can deal with it!”

She pushed me away from her just enough that she was able to unzip and open my fly. It was a struggle for her but she managed to extract my erection from my pants.

“Oh, my God, I need both hands to hold this huge dick! I’ve never had one like this before! I want to find out how big it is, Randy. Let me measure it, please? I promise I’ll take good care of it for you but I need to see what I’m working with!”

In a flash she bounced off the bed and grabbed a tape measure that was on her dresser. As she came back to where I was sitting her breasts were shaking and knocking into each other. It was a hell of a sight! She took a moment to stand in front of me allowing me to get a good look at her. ‘Top heavy’ didn’t begin to describe Aunt Ruth. Her tits stuck out past her shoulders and filled her torso from just below her armpits to past her waist. She had said sixty inches and I didn’t doubt it for a moment!

Her nipples, centered in aureola the size of saucers, pointed away from each other. Some how,, despite their overwhelming size they managed to look perky! Ankara escort bayan I just wanted to drive my head between them and motorboat her until I passed out!

She sat back down next to me. She carefully put one end of the tape on top of my cock where it met my abdomen. Then she pulled the tape the length of my cock unit she had it all the way to the tip of my cock head.

“Oh, Randy! Look at this! Just over 11 1/2 inches long! That’s insane! And thick!” She wrapped her tape around the thickest part. “Oh, Jesus help me! Almost exactly 7 inches in circumference! I can’t touch my middle finger to my thumb! It’s too thick! I can’t imagine what this is going to feel like! I can’t wait to find out!”

“Randy, if you want to attract the ladies wear a pair of grey sweat pants! It will let your huge cock be noticed! Women like me love that sort of thing!”

Aunt Ruth gave me my first lesson then. She didn’t rush! She worked slowly to undress me. She took time to make sure that I was thoroughly kissed as she worked. She would unbutton a couple of buttons and then lick and kiss the skin that she had exposed. Her fingers explored what she had found.

By the time she had me naked I swear my dick was harder and longer than when she started. Of course she had been rubbing herself against me this whole time. Her tits were so big that just one of them was able to completely cover my chest.

Her nipples were rock hard as she make sure to rub them against me time and again.

“I can’t wait to see what your huge cock is going to feel like, Randy! But I want to be in charge, I want to ride you like a cowgirl! Let me get you nice and slippery and then I’ll ride you like a bucking, fucking bronco!

She slid down my body and took the head of my dick into her mouth. It wasn’t easy! I could see that she was having a hard time!

“So thick and so big! Let me try this…” She slid her lips down one side and up the other. She did this three or four times. Her tongue came out to spread her saliva all over me. The excess slipped down to cool my balls.

She slid up and battered my face with her tits. She swung them to and fro, forcing my head deeper and deeper into her cleavage! It was dark and warm in there! I was gasping for air when she pulled back.

There was a hot look in her eyes as she knelt above me. I couldn’t see what was happening. Her enormous tits were resting heavily on my torso as she leaned over me. They blocked my view. Her breasts overlapped my torso by almost a foot on either side. I had no hope of seeing what she was doing! But I could feel it as she rubbed my cock against the lips of her pussy. She was dripping wet and between what her pussy was oozing out and the saliva that she had spread around there was plenty of lubrication.

“Oh, this is going to be great! Let me…” her voice died away as she sank slowly down my shaft.

“Oh, fuck! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! So thick and long and it feels amazing as I get to take more and more of you!” Thanks to her efforts she had managed to jam the head of my dick between her nether lips. But there was still nine or ten inches of steel hard shaft to go!

Aunt Ruth kept up her efforts. Her mountainous breasts kept up a rhythmic pace against me as she rocked back and forth. Even when she leaned back her tits still rested upon my chest! I could feel her nipples as they scrapped against me. She was taking almost half of my shaft as she worked. I could see the heat in her eyes rising as she got closer and closer to reaching an orgasm!

“Don’t help,” she gasped. I realized that I had started to drive my hips up into her. Apparently I had inadvertently given her more than she could handle at the moment. I relaxed and let my hips rest on the mattress while she kept rising and falling working to take more and more!

“I want it all!” She gasped! “But I have to work up to it.” Her hips rested on my groin far a short moment and then she began again.

After pounding herself up and down for another several minutes she froze in place! I could feel her pussy clamping and releasing me as she began to cum and cum. Her eyes were closed but tears were leaking down her cheeks as she experienced a massive orgasm.

When she stopped shaking and quivering she slowly drew herself up and off me. My groin was soaked with her juices!

Breathing heavily Aunt Ruth slumped forward and her tits completely enveloped me! My head disappeared from view in her cleavage! Boobs bigger than basketballs rested on the mattress to either side of my head, covered my shoulders and held my arms immobile!

After a few moments I struggled to roll Aunt Ruth off me. As I did so my hard-on slid back into her. It was only a couple of inches but it was enough to cause her to groan in response.

Aa soon as I was on top I started to thrust myself lightly into her. Reflexively her legs came up and wrapped around my waist. Her arms entwined around me neck and she was panting into my ear as I worked.

It didn’t take Aunt Ruth long to reach Escort Ankara another climax. Again she was moaning and groaning while using her arms and legs to pull me tightly against her amazing bosom!

“Please, honey, please cum for me! I’ve never been fucked like this before. Guys usually paw at my huge melons, thrust into my active pussy and cum almost at once. Some times I’ll get a second go-round with them but it never lasts as long as you have! You are amazing, Randy, just amazing! Squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples and cum for me, please!

It was hard to keep my hands on her nipples because her tits were making huge movements. But I pinched, and squeezed and licked and sucked as best I could. Frankly it was watching her eyes as she came again that tipped me over the edge.

“I’m cumming, Aunt Ruth, I’m cumming!” I announced.

“Over me! Cum all over me, Randy! I want to see you blast you load all over me,’ She was crying in happiness!

I ripped myself from between her pussy lips, dropped my big hard-on onto her stomach and shot off three or four ropes of cum before I pushed myself between her titans and dropped the rest of my jism between her tits. She grabbed hold of her tits and pushed and pulled on them. When she pulled her hands apart we both could see how my cum was coating the inner slopes of both of her tits!

Aunt Ruth was smiling and giggling as she pushed my jism around with both hands.

“So warm!” She smiled up at me. “So good and warm! I love your cum! Its so tasty! How did you get so good at sex? You’ve worn me out, stud! Now kiss me and let me get some rest! You are the best! I’ve never been fucked so well! I will want lots more, you know!”

Aunt Ruth patted me on the cheek, gave me a peck and rolled over. She was asleep by the time I was closing the door behind me!

I was worn out, too. I decided to go to my room and see if I could get a nap. Luckily I didn’t bump into anyone on my way. I closed the door behind me, dropped onto the bed and was asleep as my head hit the pillow!

I woke up from my nap when someone sat down on the edge of my bed. It was Aunt Ruth. She was smiling down at me, looking over the huge shelf that her breasts made under her tee shirt.

The tee shirt read “BIG AREN’T THEY?”

Aunt Ruth smirked at me as she shimmied her shoulders. Her boobs bounced and heaved, the movement caused her massive milkers to work her shirt free of the shorts she had on.

“Can I tell you something?” She asked. Her mams were still moving gently as I watched.

“Sure, I suppose so,” I replied.

“I’m not embarrassed by how large my breasts are. I know that a lot of folks think I should be. But I’m proud that I have the largest breasts most people have ever seen. And that they are natural, not the result of some medical procedure. I measure around sixth inches most of the time. Some times a little more, some times a little less. But I love them! I love the attention I get from men and women who see them.”

She was still smiling as she worked to draw her t-shirt up and off her chest. Her immense boobs bounced out the bottom of her shirt, exposing her erect nipples. She dropped the shirt on the floor and started to fondle, tweak and excite her nipples.

“And they feel so good when some one squeezes them and pinches my nipples. I love having my breasts licked and sucked. Especially my nipples. I enjoy licking and sucking my own nipples. But my breasts are so vastly, vastly huge that I have a hard time doing it. They are so large that it is hard for me. I can’t reach them! See?” She bent her head down and stretched out her tongue. She could just barely reach her nipple with the tip of her tongue.. Both her hands were crushing her tits against her chest. They bulged out in all directions!

“Would you help me? Please? Would you lick and suck my titties for me? Please?” As she finished speaking she leaned over and pressed her immense boob onto me. Her nipple forced its way between my lips and I found my self sucking and licking enthusiastically while Aunt Ruth moaned in pleasure.

She stayed there, letting me get my fill of her grandiose mammaries. After a few minutes she groaned in excitement and quivered as she convulsed in ecstasy. I had never seen a woman have an orgasm just from manipulation of her nipples and tits, but Aunt Ruth did!

As she recovered herself she unfastened my shorts and helped me kick them off. As she exposed my dick she gripped it in one hand and began to stroke me. She moved to drop her other nipple onto my face while she pumped and pumped me. In almost no time she had me at full strength.

Aunt Ruth was holding my head to her, shimmying her shoulders causing her tits to rock back and forth over my face as I licked and sucked.

“I love how quickly you bounce back, Randy! It was only a few hours ago that you dumped three loads of cum into me and now you are ready to go again! That is so exciting! It’s because I have huge tits, isn’t it? These amazing boobs help me get my men ready in record setting times! So exciting!

“Have you ever seen tits the size of these? I don’t think so! And you have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen! I love how it feels in my hand as I stroke it! So hard! So hot! So big! I can feel my pussy getting moist just from the feel of it! Can you cum for me? Cum for me!”

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TWO FAT BELLIES AND A SHORT PECKER

Unlike all of the stories we read here, my wife is not a slinky thin woman with a nice ass and tight perky or huge tits. Bessie is ‘a bit’ overweight. She has scars on her stomach from a couple of C-sections. Her boobs hang like water-bags. She shaves her legs and armpits, but doesn’t shave her pussy. I like it hairy and unkempt. She snores and has sinus problems. Her hair is turning gray. Her shape is not like an hour-glass, more like a pear.

I’m no winner either. I’m overweight too. I have a ‘spare-tire’ around my waist. I’m not in good physical shape. I try, but I enjoy eating too much. I have bad knees. I have a scar from stomach surgery. I’m mostly bald and I believe I have bad breath. I have high blood pressure and my cholesterol numbers aren’t good. My dick is not very big and it doesn’t work as well any more. I use Viagra and I need two pills to achieve any results.

When we were younger, we were fit and reasonably attractive, but not anymore.

We have two fat bellies and a short pecker. We can’t do it in the missionary position anymore. We rub bellies and my little pecker isn’t long enough to reach.

However, we have a fantastic love life. Bessie and I don’t make love as much anymore, but when we do, it is fabulous. We make up for youth and vigor with experience and imagination. The love between us is based on who we are, not what we look like. The ability to have sex is not in any way related to being fit and thin, it’s based on our ability to excite one another and focus on erogenous zones to stimulate our partner. We never decline when the other wants to do it. We have developed a wide variety of activities to keep us going. I have become an expert at eating her pussy. She can deep-throat my cock. We’ve added vibrators and scented lubricants. We’ve done the anal thing, which she likes as an infrequent treat. I have numerous nude photos from when she was younger and we re-live some of our memorable fucks in unusual locations or special occasions. We have fucked in every state in the union, seven countries and three continents. We arranged our travel plans to check-off the states from a list we keep. We’ve done some role-playing, blindfolding and some light S it feels so good. She put her finger in my asshole and I immediately squirted a load of semen into Ankara escort her mouth. When she sucks my cock, my mind goes blank and all my senses are focused on my prick in her warm mouth. I don’t have the quantity of cum that I used to have, but there is enough for her to enjoy the taste and the feeling of making me come.

We rested a bit and then I began the next phase. I took her favorite vibrator and activated it on her clitoris. She immediately jerked in response and I rubbed the vibrating rubber dick all over her pussy. I pushed the tip against her asshole, which got her coming again. When I put it inside her cunt and twisted it around, she humped her hips and continued to get off. I pumped in and out, fucking her.

She begged me to fuck her so I folded her legs up over her shoulders and put my hard cock in her gaping vagina. I plunged in, which brought her to another level of orgasm. She really gets off whenever I put my dick inside her. It’s her favorite thing; mine too. I pulled out and went back in a few times. I pushed up and down inside her. I could feel her internal muscles squeeze my cock and my cock could sense her coming. Sometimes, I pull out and put my dick in her ass, but last evening, I wanted to be inside her warm cunt. She talked dirty to me about fucking her good and filling her cunt with my cum. I shot another load, a small one, into her and she finished her orgasm.

Once we were done, I held her, rubbing her back and her breasts, kissing her neck and spooning her. After a few minutes, she had calmed down. We laid side by side for a while. I dozed off for a few minutes. She woke me with a washcloth cleaning my cock. I told her to be careful or I would revive and want her again. She wasn’t opposed to the idea, but had worn herself out.

After we make love, we are both in a much better mood and we enjoyed being together for the rest of the evening.

Now, Bessie will tell how she enjoys our couplings.

My husband Tom is right about all that he wrote. I never was in love with just his body. I have lost whatever attractive shape I once had, but Tom still gets a hard-on when we begin to fool around. I don’t know why, but he just loves to play with my tits. He still finds me attractive and he makes me feel loved and desirable when he gets a hard-on Ankara escort bayan over me. I can still turn him on which is a good feeling to have as a woman. We have become full sexual partners and I just love engaging in love-making with my man. The desire to join together physically with passion is an integral part of our love for each other. What we look like with all our scars and ailments doesn’t matter. Sex with my husband is uninhibited. We do whatever turns us on.

When I had his babies inside me, it was wonderfully fulfilling, the ultimate in love-making. I liked having him get me pregnant, although three times was enough.

His prick is just the right length for me. I’ve seen bigger cocks in pictures and in the porno flicks, but the thrill is not with the prick, but with whose prick it is. I really like to make him lose control and shoot-off into my mouth. Frankly, I don’t like the taste of cum, but I really enjoy giving him pleasure. He’s so wonderful and I want to please him. Getting him to cum in my mouth is an act of love on my part.

He is very good with his tongue. He was a natural when I first met him and I have trained him to be an even better pussy-eater. The boy is really an artist. He finds a good spot on my pussy and goes at it until I’m twisting and coming all over his face. I pull his head into my crotch and hold him there until I’m done coming. Sometimes I sit on his face and I think I come close to smothering him. I hold him there so he can’t breathe and come all over his face. I tell him that if I ever wanted to get rid of him, I’d just smother him with my pussy. He thinks that would be a good way to go.

When he puts his cock in me, it is the ultimate turn-on, even better than getting eaten. I don’t know why, but feeling his cock entering me is so exciting. He’ll enter, pull out and then enter again, over and over. I love it. Once he is inside me and is pumping his cock in and out, I will squeeze him with my cunt muscles. He can feel it on his prick and it pulls the cum out of him. I love feeling him shoot inside me and love to lay there with his sperm dripping out of me, even if it’s just a little bit.

We don’t have the flexibility we used to have. We can’t screw in the backseat of a car anymore and the straight missionary position doesn’t Escort Ankara work; two fat bellies and a short peter. So, my husband moves me into positions where he can get his cock into me and drive it in deeply. Yesterday he folded me like a taco. I love the cowgirl position where I can ride the prick that I’m impaled on. Sometimes he slides in from behind; sometimes he’ll straddle my ass and do me from behind. That’s when he will sometimes slip his prick into my ass. I don’t like to get it up the butt very often but when I’m in the mood, anal sex is fantastic. Having my husband’s cock in my asshole fills me with cock and gets me off to a fantastic orgasm.

Years ago, I was surprised when I learned that I liked to watch some porn and read dirty stories. I imagine that I am the woman getting serviced, although many of the things are disgusting or frightening.

Some women worry about their husbands straying. I don’t. He can experiment with others if he wants, but I know he knows he will never find anything to come close to what he has at home.

Last night, it was like an electric shock when he put his tongue on my clit. My juices started flowing and I just lost myself in an orgasm. I wasn’t thinking about anything other than my lover and how good he was making me feel. I wanted to return the favor, so I swallowed his dick. I worked it down my throat and ran my tongue over it. He really likes that. Having his cock deep in my throat is a bit uncomfortable, probably akin to when I smothered him with my cunt and he couldn’t breathe. When he came in my throat, I came again too.

Then he started with the vibrator. Just the touch of that thing on the right spots drives me wild and he had me coming in a continuous series of spasms of pleasure. I closed my eyes and saw stars. My entire being was just focused on coming from what my husband was doing for me. Finally, he climbed on me, bent me in half and fucked me. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. It’s hard, but smooth and soft on the surface, a perfect instrument to stimulate my hormones. We’ve fucked a few thousand times but it never grows old, not with Tom. When I felt more of his sperm spurting inside me, I was fulfilled. Damn, he’s good. We laid together with him holding me until I calmed down from a long series of orgasms. I was covered with sweat and was out of breath. He cuddled and tickled me for a while; he doesn’t just fuck me and fall asleep. I love him dearly.

Like he said, we substitute quality for quantity. We have to be innovative, which makes sex all that much better. We have found a way with two fat bellies and a short pecker.

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Alicia squinted into the tiny mirror taped to the back of her locker and checked herself out for like the millionth time. She was well into her twenties already and it was embarrassing; no matter how she scrunched herself up she couldn’t fill a bra. She still wore plain white cotton ‘trainers’, the smallest possible size intended for teenagers, the sort purchased by a proud mother for a growing daughter.

Underwire or push-up? What a joke. She didn’t have any choice; it was elastic every time. She would live braless if she could but it was part of the uniform code and she’d get into trouble if she turned up for work improperly dressed.

The funny thing was, the reason she had this job being a cop was really the fault of the other girls when she was at school. As the others developed, the bullying she had received for not maturing at the same rate as them had been relentless. While they were all busy bulging out in the right places, she remained like an ironing board. Her nipples grew slightly puffy but that was it; they picked on anyone who was different, and in this case it meant that they called her names like ‘Degs’. Which was short for ‘fried eggs’.

They tormented her endlessly right until that fine day when they all finished at that damned establishment to go their separate ways and she never had to speak to them again. Proms and high-school reunions? Not a chance. Fuck the lot of them.

On an impulse, armed with a sense of injustice and a vague desire to stand up for the victims of the world, she joined the police. It was to the astonishment of her family, nobody else they knew had ever been a cop but despite their reservations she enjoyed it. There was some physical exercise, plenty of camaraderie and some classroom training that wasn’t too hard for a bright lass.

However the fact remained that if it hadn’t been for her treatment by the bullies she would have chosen a different way of life altogether. Such as? She had no real idea; she was athletic but certainly not talented enough in any particular sport to make a living from it, and she couldn’t see herself in an office doing the same thing over endlessly. The standard female careers of hairdressing, nursing or teaching didn’t appeal, actually the last option meant entering a school yard again, and that thought cast a dark shadow over her brain.

Here in ‘the job’ there were no more back-biting comments, she was part of the gang and it was fun. She kept her hair short and her fitness up, which she always enjoyed but now without that feeling of dread knowing that she would soon have to expose herself to the other girls in the showers.

Plus there were even some nice guys on the shift who were unattached and cute. But none of them ever hit on her, their status remained firmly eye-candy. She sometimes overheard their conversations and when they discussed ladies, they spoke of those who had breasts. Whether they had large, huge, massive, perky, bouncy, pendulous or jiggling breasts. But never tiny to the point of non-existent breasts.

There was another policewoman on the shift; they gossiped about her. But she had boobs that stretched the buttons on her uniform shirt to the point of bursting and it wasn’t too difficult to catch a glimpse of white lace through the gaps. However when Alicia overheard anyone talking about herself it was about an arrest she had made, how she had chased a crook down and overpowered him, about some law that she’d enforced that they’d never been able to understand.

So she picked up the miserably unimpressive garment, looped it over her head and pulled it down over her shoulders. The elastic material stretched over her ribs but inevitably there was still fresh air between fabric and skin where it counted. Perhaps she should get a set of plastic tits like the rest of the under-endowed.

But she couldn’t. That would be expensive and she didn’t have the spare cash on her salary. With a sigh, she always did — folded up some squares of tissue paper and pushed them in as padding.

She looked down at her legs; they were her best feature. Long and muscular, made for running. She was built like an Olympic pole vaulter, all legs and ass. She bent over, smoothing her skin as far as her ankles. It felt good, with firm muscles without any flab. The regular exercise she was doing was effective; runs around the streets in the evening followed by workouts alone in her room. For a moment as she was doubled over she imagined being taken from behind in the standing position, breasts wobbling with a rhythmic pounding. But it was a fantasy; her breasts never wobbled and it had been too long since she had been bent over like that. Being banged like a screen door in a hurricane was for others, not her.

She stood upright again, the mirror was small and dirty; it could do with a good wipe but it was on the rear of her locker and difficult to reach. Studying a smudge of something yucky in the corner, she caught something, possibly a movement Ankara escort behind her.

She spun around, but there was nobody there. There could have been though, there was no real privacy in the locker room. It was a small station and the men shared the space, just with different aisles providing an illusion of seclusion. An honour system; it was never really intended as somewhere to get changed, just storage of a few personal items. She had taken the risk many times before and if anyone ever walked in they just apologised and waited a moment for her to get decent again. They never even paused to leer, or even a quick second look over their shoulder. They looked at the other policewoman though when they caught her unexpected, making her blush and giggle.

She’d walked in on nearly all the guys in similar states of undress during her time there. They mostly wore tight shorts that emphasised their bulges, others wore loose boxers. Some had been startled when they saw her there, clutching for their trousers or whatever was closest for modesty. But most just carried on unconcerned, sucking in their stomachs in case she was looking — and she was.

But she wasn’t always concentrating on the headline bulge. That was the shop window, of course, however the quality of the merchandise was in a narrow pair of hips and a strong ass that could thrust like a Saturn 5 rocket. A couple of the guys were gym-monkeys and would have sufficed very nicely. Never mind the nail; look at the hammer, as the saying went.

She fastened her shirt which was tightly fitted to show off her taut stomach and grabbed her uniform trousers. You couldn’t make out her six-pack when she was on patrol but she knew it was there, it was her bit of vanity. At least the baggy combats were flattering on her athletic build when she wore them low-slung on her hips; the girls who carried weight on their bums looked dreadful in them.

As usual she wore cute boy-short panties underneath, comfortable on a long night shift and modest if disaster happened. She could hear her Grandma saying now, “Make sure you have clean undies on in case you get hit by a bus”, although she was fairly sure that anyone who was seriously hit by a bus would quickly find they were wearing dirty undies so there wasn’t much point in worrying about it. She tucked her shirt in and cinched up the belt, then laced up the shiny black boots to complete the ensemble; Alicia was ready for patrol.

* * *

The shift didn’t go as expected. Once everyone was assembled in the briefing room, the sergeant announced that they were to mount a surprise raid on a licenced club apparently operated by some local gangsters. Everyone was told about their allocated roles; one disappointed officer was delegated to look after the traffic and parking outside while another was given the ‘big key’, the red-painted door ram tool. Others were handed clipboards with questionnaires, but Alicia was left to the end. She was starting to wonder if she would have a job at all, but at last she was told that she had the star role. Her job was to arrest the head protagonist and she was given a photograph of him to ensure that she would recognise him in any melee.

It surprised her, she had expected the boss to grab that piece of glory. But no, it was for her. So when they arrived at the scene, coasting silently with engines off and leaving doors ajar to avoid the slamming noise, the first squad with the ‘big key’ forced entry, the second batch streamed in to secure every room and Alicia stood back until the shouts of ‘Clear!’ died down.

When she walked in she found the man surrounded by several of his friends. With all eyes watching her expectantly, she approached him with a display of confidence that she didn’t quiet feel inside. He was overweight but she knew that he had a history of aggression and violence was always close to the surface. There had been rumours of killings and sickening tortures of rivals in crime, but there were never any official complaints made. There were never likely to be any either.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, announced in a loud clear voice to the entire room that he was under arrest and read him his rights. The man looked deflated and didn’t object when she handcuffed him and led him away to the transport van.

Back in the station, Alicia was congratulated by the Inspector on her performance. She asked him why she had been given the task and he explained that if one of the male officers had tried to arrest him, he would have kicked off, fighting to the end. But it was dishonourable for him to assault a woman in front of his friends, so he had had to submit to the lesser humiliation of being taken into custody.

Alicia had enjoyed the operation, being the centre of attention and having the opportunity to see how such raids were conducted. It was fascinating how there had been many officers involved whom she hadn’t seen before, some in interview Ankara escort bayan teams, some forensic search officers, some with video cameras, others who stood back and watched. Then at the end of the day it was announced that if anyone wanted to meet at a bar in town, the first drink would be paid for by the boss so naturally everyone changed out of uniform and headed there. Luckily Alicia had a decent top and a prettier bra handy in her locker for such emergencies, the bra was a size larger than normal so needed a few more sheets of crumpled paper to fill.

Alicia found herself talking to a detective who had been one of those in an interview team. After several drinks she found herself leaving the bar with him and being invited back to his place. She was still buzzing with excitement and the thought of a one-night stand was appealing, the perfect finish to a good day at the office.

The man’s apartment was scruffy with some unwashed plates on a table and a couple of unironed shirts draped over a chair but she wasn’t there for the décor, soon she was in a drunken embrace. He unbuttoned her top and then slid his hand inside her bra to fondle her boob.

There was a look of confusion on his face as he pulled out the bunched up paper that she’d stuffed in there and forgotten about. That expression was quickly replaced by one of scorn as he tossed the tissues across the room and pushed her away with flat palms against her flat chest, “What the fuck? You’re flatter than yesterday’s beer. That’s section one fraud that is.”

Alicia had a flash of anger. She had suffered enough from comments like that, and now just as she was getting warmed up to a night of passion as well.

That was it; who was he to criticise her lack of tits anyway. She caught hold of one of his wrists as he shoved her again and with a practised twist placed him into a restraint hold. She knew that she had full control over him and could inflict as much pain as he could take — and that he would quickly catch on when she gave a little twist for ‘pain compliance’.

He was doubled over, yelping in agony as she shrugged away her open shirt. Suddenly the one with all the power, Alicia held him easily with one hand and groped between his legs to feel for his erection. It wasn’t huge, which was typical of the sort of man who disparaged others like that. But she was still in the mood for sex and didn’t really see why she should go without. She heard a whimper and saw that he was crumpling to his knees against her hold.

She unfastened his trousers and pulled them down to his bent knees, together with his underpants. He had a small dick which was fading fast. However, she was in charge and inspired. She raised him back to his feet and made him remove all of his clothes while she watched. Soon he was naked, now with a limp penis that he tried to conceal behind his hands.

She brushed his arms away so that she could see the organ clearly, then held it in her hand. With her warm touch it showed signs of life, but even when she moved, it refused to come to full erection.

Alicia pushed him forcefully onto the bed and he fell back comically with his legs in the air, for a moment he was exposed and vulnerable. She told him to get it up, if he could, and clearly frightened he started to play with himself. Eventually he succeeded but it turned out to be unlike any of those that she’d seen before in her life. It was reasonably long but thin, and the strangest thing was that it had a distinct bend to the side, like a banana.

Swiftly she dropped her pants and stood wearing just her elastic bra as he continued to rub himself. She wondered whether to climb on top but she then had a better idea. She made go back to his position when he had fallen onto the bed, on his back with his legs pulled back to his ears. It was the same position that she had been placed in most times that she had been fucked. With his thighs apart his genitals were easily available so she straddled him that way and managed to push his cock into herself.

The angle was unfamiliar and his curved penis pressed hard inside her. It was uncomfortable getting it inside, but once there she could feel it moving around and it was erotic being able to feel exactly where it was. She used her weight to bounce against his thighs and was able to use her fingers to enhance the sensation. Soon she found release but continued for a while until she came once more. Just because she could.

Feeling better, she stood and looked down at the detective who remained with his legs ridiculously in the air. She started dressing again and noticed an expression of abjection on his face. She told him to stay where he was and wank himself off, and he did as he was told. Soon he was breathing heavily and ejaculated over his belly.

She left the room and him in his mess.

* * *

After the raid it was back to the regular grindstone of domestic disputes, drunks and petty Escort Ankara thieves. Then a few weeks later there was another change to the routine; the moment briefing was over the Inspector pulled her to one side while the others left. He didn’t say much but led her to his office where two guys in suits were waiting.

The Inspector departed and shut the door behind him, leaving her alone with the men. They were older than her; older than the Inspector, looked to be important and she wondered how much trouble she was in and what for. As the saying went, you were always in the shit to some extent; only the depth varied and every now and then you found yourself standing on your head in the serious stuff.

Alicia waited for one of them to speak and the elder of the two duly obliged. “We have an assignment for you.”

There was a pause while she raised an eyebrow. Then he continued, “It’ll mean you leaving this station and transferring elsewhere, a big career change to a covert section. Are you interested?

She considered spending the rest of her life fighting with drunks; chances like this didn’t come up too often. She nodded.

He continued, “You can turn it down if you want. It’s all rather sensitive, and before we go any further you’ll need to go through some vetting procedures. All a formality of course, some background stuff has already been done.” He reached into a jacket pocket, brought out a card and handed it over. “This is an appointment for your vetting interview, remember that no matter the questions you must answer fully and tell the truth. Please say nothing to anybody here or outside about this.”

The man looked pointedly at the door, Alicia realised that she was being dismissed and left. In the corridor she read the card, the time didn’t give her much opportunity to prepare; an hour. In any case, she had no idea what to prepare for. The location was an office in a tower block a short walk away, so she went back to the locker room for her coat.

The building had notices in the foyer advertising office space for rent and a security detail checking all the people who entered. She showed the card and the man nodded towards the elevators. When Alicia found the right office, a man with a nervous disposition, receding hair and a wrinkled grey suit welcomed her. He offered her coffee and asked her to watch a short film on a laptop. It was about a man who went to a ball game and met some guys, they chatted away and that was it, it just finished. Then a narrator listed all the information that the man had disclosed about something they had been interested in, and had thus put someone else’s life in danger. It all seemed a bit far-fetched but she kept that to herself.

The nervous man opened a notebook before asking her questions. Alicia remembered the film and said nothing, and the man laughed. “No, no, I see yes. The film is general information to be aware of discussing things later. This now is the question and answer session. Here, you must answer everything truthfully or you will be returned to your station. Shall we start again?”

The questions were about her address, her friends and relatives, their names, addresses, where they went to school, where they worked. Alicia was puzzled by many of the questions, she didn’t know many of the answers. However the man wasn’t fazed by this and moved on to her hobbies. Then her bank details, how much she owed, how much she spent. If she ever gambled, what she drank, the cars that she liked, where she wanted to live and go on vacation. When he mentioned her boyfriends and whether they had tried to do things she hadn’t liked, she found herself telling him about her desires in bed. Then she realised and stopped; this was getting personal.

The man pursed his lips and wiggled his pen between his fingers. Apparently these were normal questions, she must answer truthfully to prevent any danger of blackmail threats. Disclose everything, don’t leave any sensitive secrets. So she told him how many boys she had been with, what her favourite positions were, whether she enjoyed being seen without her clothes on, whether she had ever been photographed that way.

That part was easy; no she had certainly not ever been photographed naked and had no desire to be. Why would she want her flat chest to be photographed — hell, why would anyone want a picture of it? She thought the man looked disappointed at that answer. Then he asked her how often she masturbated, whether she liked her boyfriends to watch her, whether she liked to watch them doing it.

This was not how she had thought the day would go when she had awoken that morning.

She thought quickly and decided to go for it — have some fun of her own. Yes, she did like to be watched using toys. Yes, she loved it when a boy gave her oral. Yes, a finger in her bum when she was being fucked made her cum every time. She added embellishments; she wore skimpy underwear, she shaved geometric patterns into her pubic hair and she looked at porn websites. Especially lesbian bondage porn websites that featured butt-plugs.

Now the man had beads of sweat on his brow and was twiddling his pen without writing anything. He suddenly snapped his book shut, handed her a card with another address and dismissed her.

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The story with Rick and his wife, Margaret, so far…

Rick was an officer at my command overseas. I was a young enlisted woman, just 20. Rick – it turned out – was a foot guy. I became obvious at a command picnic where he blatantly checked out my feet as I conversed with his wife. A week later I was in his office and my uniform pump slipped off. Long story short – he fucked my feet that day – right there in his office – and it changed my life.

Later, Rick asked if I’d be willing to babysit and I said yes. That night at their home, Margaret showed me pictures of myself – pictures that she had taken of me at the command picnic without my knowledge. She told me she knew about the foot fucking in Rick’s office. I somehow made it through that night, but not before they used me like some sex toy, with Rick sucking my toes as Margaret sucked his cock.

Rick and Margaret appeared to have a great – if unusual – relationship and I had become a willing participant in their sex life. So far, so good anyway.

My second time babysitting was just some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Margaret ate my pussy and I finally got to suck Rick off.

The next encounter was back in Rick’s office at work. I only got to masturbate for him while he was on the phone with his wife, but it was incredibly intense.

Which brings me to this story…

I was obsessed with getting fucked by Rick. I mean really obsessed.

They finally invited me back over to their place – no expectation of babysitting this time. Margaret called me to say when, et cetera, but then she told me that I was to show up in full dress uniform.

Ok, look, I was ready to do just about anything for them at this point but even in my frazzled “I-just-gotta-have-that-dick” state, this uniform request was highly, highly “out there.” We had plausible deniability when I went to their house in casual clothes to babysit but there would be no explanation for me being at some officer’s house in full dress uniform on a weeknight.

I was incredibly nervous as I got ready in my dorm room, my pussy moist the entire time. Hair pulled back in a tight bun. Red lipstick. My tightest fitting dress uniform. Black two-inch patent leather pumps. Inside my shoes, my toes were perfect, painted bright red. I probably had on a bit too much makeup, truth be told.

After I parked in front of their house on base, I walked right inside with a pretend knock on the door – I was so self-conscious about the uniform thing, I got myself inside as quickly as possible. Safe inside, Margaret greeted me with a warm kiss on the lips and I felt like I was going to melt. She pulled me close and her tongue entered my mouth. We kissed for a minute or so, my hands exploring her ass the whole time. I hadn’t been there two minutes and I was already primed for anything.

She held my hand and walked me into the living room where I got a disorienting shock.

They’d set up for a photo shoot. Camera, camcorder mounted on a tripod, even two light boxes, holy shit! What the fuck! It’s like, no matter what, I always felt off-balance when I entered their world.

To top all this off, there was Rick, just Ankara bayan escort as I was, in full dress uniform – only the officer version of course.

I wanted to discuss all this and its screamingly obvious risks before it got going but I just didn’t.

Rick was standing before their couch, the obvious focal point of the cameras. Margaret started the camcorder and grabbed what I assumed was a digital camera.

I went to Rick and kissed him like I’d just kissed his wife. It was dreamy. I can still remember it – the way it felt – the goosebumps – enveloped within his arms. And the sound of Margaret clicking away.

She was in charge as usual. She told us to stand side-by-side. Like some family portrait. We smiled as she took our picture over and over. Then it was back to kissing but she said to move our hands all over. And we did. Through his uniform, I felt his broad back, his ass, the back of his powerful thighs, then his dick.

Rick did the same, his strong hands all over me. When he got to my tits, so tightly held within my tight dress uniform, I moaned loudly.

Margaret put me on my knees and had me repeatedly kiss the length of Rick’s cock, growing in his uniform trousers. I remember thinking my lipstick might stain the fabric of his pants but I guess it was pretty much gone after kissing Margaret, then him.

She told Rick to “pull it out.” And oh my god, there it is! Half-hard and magnificent! I wanted to immediately suck him off but Margaret was in directing our every movement.

We must have posed for ten minutes getting dozens, maybe over a hundred shots of my face and Rick’s dick. So many poses. Example (one I vividly remember): she had me upturn my face – like a baby bird begging for food from its mother. My open lips were just below Rick’s cockhead dangling from above. We did the same sort of pose with his heavy balls just above my upturned face. So many pics.

In this position she did finally allow his cockhead to touch my lips and slowly, picture after picture, enter my mouth.

She did the same sequence with his balls.

I couldn’t really suck properly though. We had to hold still for the pictures. Didn’t matter. It was heavenly. I just loved it. I could subtly move my tongue at least, getting away with a little act of cock-worship as we held still for each shot.

Margaret got close-up pictures of her husband’s cockhead grazing my name tag, grazing my measly single row of three ribbons. She had me unbutton my top two blouse buttons positioning The Dick within the top of my cleavage.

Then she had me lie on the floor and raise my shoes to his cock. Lots more pictures. My shiny black pumps caressing his dick. Petting his balls softly with the toe-tips of my shoes.

Then the shoes came off. LOTS more pictures of my feet and his dick. I caught some of his pre-cum with my toes and used it to lubricate his prick – little circles on his prick. At this point in our “relationship” I had a pretty good idea what was gonna work for him. And this pre-cum move was working.

Keep in mind that he was standing there – still fully dressed in his uniform – with his cock and Escort bayan Ankara balls extended through his trousers zipper. And I had him fully erect, cock pointed upwards, lightly teasing it with both feet while Margaret clicked away and the camcorder recording off to the side.

Margaret was driving him crazy with her little questions: “So baby, do you like Victoria’s pretty feet on your dick?” “Do you like getting hard for her, right in front of me?”

I can’t tell you what Rick really thought of all this. Probably that he was the luckiest man alive being married to her. She gave him precisely what he wanted most and she genuinely appeared to enjoy doing it. Rick may have been the ex-athlete, big-dick, military officer but it was Margaret who really made all this work. I have never stumbled across anyone like these two people, before or since. Fuck, I could never do what she did.

Anyways, Margaret had me stand up and take off my uniform. Except my shoes. Then she basically repeated every pose we’d done before. Him fully closed, me nude.

The “family portrait” pose. Imagine it!

All the kissing poses. I still picture it in my mind’s eye. Rick in uniform, me nude, in my heels. My body enveloped in those arms, kissing him so deeply, my tits in contact with the stiff fabric of his uniform coat.

We re-did all the posing with me kneeling beside and under his dick. Kissing the tip of his cock as it hung from above. My upturned face nuzzling his balls as he towered over me. It took forever but it was beyond hot and I loved doing it. Needless to say I was long passed the point of being ready to suck and fuck.

Margaret finally put down the camera – it had been well over an hour since I’d gotten there. Maybe more – I’d lost track of time and couldn’t have cared less.

Many hundreds of pictures had been taken.

Rick took off his uniform, putting it on a hangar – I don’t know why I remember that – and then sat, lounging on the couch. I was just kneeling there, waiting to be told what to do.

Margaret then said, “Victoria, let’s do what you want to do. What would you like sweetie?”

I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted what I’d been fantasizing about over and over and over in my dorm room. All those weeks of fingering myself – thinking about what I wanted.

So I asked Rick to lie on his back on the floor. I straddled him, asking Margaret “Is this ok? You sure?” Her response was to bend low and kiss me. Seemed like a clear “yes.” So I lowered my pussy onto the head of Rick’s dick. It took many minutes of gentle pressure – little up and down motions – before his cockhead penetrated the entrance of my pussy.

I’m not gonna lie or downplay the way it felt. It hurt. Kind of a lot. Those few minutes were not great as a struggled. I sort of expected it, but I was beyond turned on, beyond merely “wet,” so I was surprised it was so difficult to take him.

But I just kept at it, sitting down on his dick. I was determined that this was gonna happen.

The first couple inches – the cockhead – were difficult and the most painful. Once beyond that, I got it mostly all the way in until Bayan escort Ankara it hit something deep inside – a pretty sharp pain – so I backed off on making more progress, settling for pumping up and down on the first six inches or whatever (a total guess).

I eventually got to the point where I could freely, but still carefully, fuck him. The stretching pain had faded into amazing fullness and pleasure. So I was ready for Margaret. If we were gonna do what I wanted to do, then I was gonna have her.

I asked her to stand in front of me – positioned over Rick’s face as he lay on the floor – and feed me her pussy. I wanted him to see.

She took off her shorts and put her pussy in my face and I went for it. I pretty much had to stop moving up and down on Rick to focus on eating her, my first pussy. It was heaven. Margaret was super wet – no surprise. And she tasted so good.

Margaret kept right on dirty-talking to her husband, her pretty hands in my hair, caressing me.

“Baby, you like the way that young pussy feels?”

“Oh darling, your little foot-girl is such a good pussy eater. Look at her! Look how hungry she is for your wife’s pussy!”

Margaret came on my face, holding the back of my head firmly now, grinding her clit hard into me. I did my best to take in every drop of her until she semi-collapsed on the floor next to her husband.

I resumed slowly riding him.

Rick locked eyes with his wife as I fucked him.

Margaret gently spoke to him.

“I love you so.”

“I love giving her to you.”

“Cum inside her baby. I want you to. Give it to her.”

He couldn’t take any more.

As he pumped his load deep inside me, I marveled at the look of love between them – his look of ecstasy as he filled me – their bond. If I was anything at all to them in that moment, I was an afterthought relative to what they were sharing.

Such a moment. But as lovely and amazing as they were, I still needed to cum. I easily could have done so riding him. But no.

I lifted up off of Rick, moved to Margaret, straddling her face. I all but begged her to make me cum like last time. She didn’t disappoint. So passionate. So hungry.

I’m a “squirter” – not giant amounts like you see in certain videos – but enough that you know it’s happening.

Margaret got all I could give her. My release, a mixture of pussy juice, Rick’s cum, and my squirt. Another whole-body orgasm from Margaret.

She was drenched. She was a mess. She was beautiful. I loved Margaret. I loved everything about her.

I was trembling, spent, and blissfully happy. I lay on the floor next to her, holding her hand. Rick on her other side, petting her hair. I gently pleaded with her, “Please don’t let this stop. I need this. You guys are all I can think about. I have to transfer in a few months. I’ll do whatever you want until the day I have to leave. I’m yours. Please?”

She warmly reassured me and we kissed. I could kiss her forever…

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Rick and Margaret always treated me tenderly, never disrespectfully. They could have been degrading – and I would have taken it to be honest. But they never were. They were beautiful people, both outside (so gorgeous) and within (so kind).

The next few months were some of the best of my life.

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I may write more about them. There is a bit more to tell of course. Of maybe I’m done. As I write this, I’m just not sure.

If you made it this far, thank you for that.

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