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Lilith Pinkerton sat inside the Bridgewater State College library, watching Adam Warsaw as he fought back tears. She’d only recently told him that she loved him. The short, blonde-haired and green-eyed South African woman bared her soul to the handsome young African-American scholar who stole her heart. Adam struggled to find the right words, and in the end he didn’t say anything. He took her hand in his, and kissed her. When their lips met, it was more than just a guy and a gal kissing. More of the culmination of years and years of frustration and passion unleashed. Lilith’s heart thundered in her chest as she wrapped her arms around the young man she loved more than anything in the world. Her dream had come true. The man she loved indeed loved her back.

Two years ago, this scenario would have seemed impossible to all parties concerned. The summer of 2009 had been really tough for Boston-born rascal Adam Warsaw. The tall, lean and bespectacled young African-American had grown to hate his hometown because of its patrician mentality. Even though Deval Patrick, Governor of Massachusetts, was a Black man, some things in New England would never change. Adam Warsaw drove away from the house of one Morgan Finkelstein in Milton, Massachusetts. The tall, red-haired Jewish gal he met at Bridgewater State College had come to mean so much to him these past six months. Too bad she neglected to tell him that her father, Rabbi Anthony Benjamin Finkelstein was more racist than Hitler himself. In no uncertain terms the Rabbi told Adam that he disapproved of Black male/White female relationships. And then he ordered him out of the hilltop mansion.

It took every ounce of self-restraint Adam possessed not to deck the short, bigoted little man. He walked out of the house with his head held high. He didn’t even look at Morgan Finkelstein, who stood by in tears. Of course, she didn’t say anything as her father called the young man she claimed to love every slur in the book. Adam drove back to his folks house in Brockton, Massachusetts. His parents were away on vacation in Boca Raton, Florida. His pops, Massachusetts State Policeman James Warsaw, decided to treat his wife Marcy Jeanne Jackson to a second honeymoon. They left their duplex in the care of their only son Adam. Adam sat in the living room and watched the movie Hancock on TNT. His eyes blazed with anger when he saw Charlize Theron turn away as Will Smith tried to kiss her onscreen. Fuck Hollywood for its racism! Adam took a six pack of beer from the fridge and downed one after the other.

Adam Warsaw tried hard not to think about Orientation Day at Bridgewater State College in downtown Boston, Massachusetts. He was so young and eager to begin his higher education journey. So much for the media stereotype of the African-American male as a dumb brute who loved sports, sex with random women and criminal activity and seemed allergic to following the law or pursuing intellectual endeavors. Adam graduated at the top of his class from Cardinal Spellman, a private catholic school. He won himself a full academic scholarship to Bridgewater State College, a private school in downtown Boston. Yeah, he was doing alright for himself. And he wanted to do big things with his life. His bedroom was filled with posters of African-American giants like Deval Patrick, first Black man to become Governor of Massachusetts, Professor Cornell West, world-famous istanbul escort author and professor Henry Louis Gates, Congresswoman Maxine Waters, Reverend Al Sharpton, and of course established legends like Hollywood leading man Will Smith, U.S. President Barack Obama and media sensation Oprah Winfrey. Adam fully believed in African-American achievement. After all, his father was a state police officer and his mother was a Vice President at the local branch of Bank of America.

Adam Warsaw believed in his parents and wanted to follow in their footsteps. His father James Warsaw had a master’s degree in sociology from Northeastern University and his mother Marcy Jeanne Jackson was a graduate of Harvard University’s MBA program. An African-American couple that fulfilled its dream of education, professional success, home ownership and marital happiness. So much for the stereotype of the Black American family as poverty-stricken, violently unstable, fatherless and doomed. Adam Warsaw adored his parents. When he came home and watched them dancing together to old school music, he pretended to be embarrassed but he was actually happy for them. He hoped that when he reached their age, he would have someone who loved him just as passionately. He wasn’t that good with women. Adam Warsaw looked like Taye Diggs, but inside he felt more like Steve Urkel. After all, he was studying civil engineering in school these days.

Adam Warsaw was goal-oriented and ambitious, but his social life was in dire straits. The problem was that most of the young women he knew in high school or college weren’t impressed with a decent young Black man who was polite, friendly and treated women with respect. Several of the Black girls at his college told him flat out that he wasn’t thuggish enough for them. Most Black women in colleges and universities across North America either dated thuggish Black men or rich White men. Adam Warsaw wasn’t a thuggish Black guy or a rich White guy. He was something young Black women didn’t know existed. A decent, college-educated, church-going, disease-free, totally heterosexual and law-abiding, single Black male. No brats. No rap sheet. No STDs. No baby mamas. No ex-wife. Yeah, Black women wouldn’t know what to do with a brother like him because they didn’t know his kind existed. That’s why when Morgan Finkelstein showed an interest in him, he went for it. And look where it got him. Sitting in his living room, drunk, Adam wondered why in hell he was born. From now on, he would only date Black women. The next day, Adam approached a young woman named Evelyn Brownstone. A tall, gorgeous young Jamaican woman. They began hanging out, and Adam resolved to make her his lady and never look at another white female again.

Halfway around the world, another soul felt the same way. For different reasons. Lilith Pinkerton sat at the dinner table inside her parents mansion in the City of Johannesburg, in the Gauteng region of the Republic of South Africa. If only her father Wilhelm Pinkerton could see the irony. The stocky, flame-haired older white male was foaming at the mouth. He’d been incensed ever since he saw his daughter Lilith kissing a handsome young Zulu guy named Andile, whom she met at the University of Johannesburg. Lilith had been dating the tall, muscular young Black man for weeks and kept it secret from her family and friends. Even in a liberal Escort Anadolu Yakası place like the University of Johannesburg, the symbol of the racially integrated higher education system of the post-Mandela Republic of South Africa, Black male/White female couples got nasty looks from the haters. And Lilith’s father Wilhelm, who once voted in favor of freeing Nelson Mandela and ending Apartheid, was one of those haters. He couldn’t stand the thought of his tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed daughter with a Black man.

For the past hour he’d been lecturing her of what he thought of Black male/White female relationships. Until Lilith finally told him to shut up. Enraged, her father smacked her hard across the face. Lilith spat on his face, then stormed off to her room. Her father sat down and got drunk. The next day, he turned Lilith’s world upside down. He decided to ship her to her aunt Nadine Pinkerton’s place. Lilith’s eyes widened when she heard that. For her aunt Nadine Pinkerton lived in the City of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. In the United States of America. As far from the City of Johannesburg, South Africa, as one could get. Lilith begged her father not to send her away. That only strengthened his resolve. And thus, Lilith Pinkerton was shipped to New England. Her transcripts were faxed from the University of Johannesburg in provincial Gauteng, South Africa, to Bridgewater State College in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. The young South African woman began her new life in New England with all the enthusiasm a condemned soul shows in the gallows.

Lilith Pinkerton experienced a world of change and confusion at Bridgewater State College in Massachusetts. The school was fairly diverse, and the school president was a Black man with a funny name. Lilith noticed quite a few interracial couples among the student body. Lots of white guys with Chinese ladies. A few Black women with white men and Hispanic guys. By far, the most common interracial couples were Black men and white women. Wow. Lilith went to her civil engineering classes, and ran into the most beautiful man she’d seen in a long time. He was tall and fine and Black. Sexier than Tyson Beckford. Only he wore nerdy glasses. And he walked around with a tall, big-bottomed Black woman who had a permanent scowl on her face. Typical Black American female. Lilith asked the portly white gal next to her about the hot couple. The chick told her that Adam Warsaw and Eve Brownstone were bona-fide Black Royalty on campus. The ultimate power couple. The smartest guy in the civil engineering department and the school’s top female athlete. For Evelyn was the captain of the Bridgewater State College women’s basketball team. Lilith absorbed all that, and decided Adam Warsaw would be hers.

Over the next few weeks, Lilith Pinkerton tried to find out as much as she could about Adam Warsaw. Until finally they met in class. He was friendly but reserved. She sensed there was something there. However, she didn’t know what. One day, she watched him and Evelyn have an argument. In a fit of anger, Evelyn smacked Adam so hard the sound was heard several feet away. Adam stood there, stunned. Evelyn spat on him in anger and walked away. Lilith’s eyes widened. She’d seen angry women taking their frustration out on boyfriends before but this chick was crazy. After making sure Evelyn Brownstone was gone, Lilith Pinkerton Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort approached Adam. He just stood there like a zombie. Evelyn knew how he felt. Humiliated. Hurt by someone he cared about. She totally understood. Her dad smacked her all the time back in metropolitan Johannesburg, South Africa. Adam stared coldly at the tall, blonde-haired white woman who asked him if he was alright. Of course he wasn’t fucking alright. He just his ass handed to him by his woman. What the fuck?

Lilith Pinkerton gently touched his face, remarked he had a bruise and told him to report it to the school authorities. Adam glared at her. What was she smoking? Men who reported receiving abuse from women weren’t taken seriously by the authorities. Male victims of domestic or relationship violence got no help from anyone. That’s life. Adam sighed, and told her he had to go. Lilith suddenly grabbed his arm, and told him she would be there if he needed help. Then she thrust a paper into his coat pocket. It was a flyer with the words “Domestic Violence Awareness Training” on it. Adam started crumpling it but for some reason he kept it. He watched Lilith as she walked away. Man, who was this chick? That night when he got home he saw that he got several angry messages on his phone from Evelyn. However, he had to get away from her. Reluctantly he approached Lilith the next day at school and asked her what he should do. Lilith smiled at him and told him he had done the right thing by isolating himself from Evelyn Brownstone. And then she told him what to do. Adam found himself fascinated by Lilith and the things she told him. According to her, domestic violence was a human issue instead of a gender issue. Men and women could be victims of it. Adam was stunned when Lilith told him that one third of victims from domestic violence-related homicides were male. Wow.

Lilith Pinkerton sat across from Adam Warsaw inside the cafeteria. He’d volunteered to help her distribute the flyers about the Awareness program after she helped him. Of course, people at school speculated about his breakup with Evelyn Brownstone. Evelyn’s posse of Black girls shot murderous looks at Adam when they saw him talking to Lilith, a white lady. Adam shrugged. To hell with them. He shook Lilith’s hand, and thanked her for being his friend. At that precise moment, Evelyn Brownstone strode into the cafeteria and saw them. A sharp scream escaped her lips and she walked up to them. Adam froze. Oh, man. This wasn’t good. Evelyn came to their table and started shouting at him and Lilith. Amazingly, Lilith looked Evelyn straight in the eye and told her to shut up. When Evelyn scoffed, Lilith told her that as a proud female Afrikaner, she wasn’t scared of angry Black women. When Evelyn rose her hand to smack her, Lilith beat her to the punch. Literally. Lilith smacked Evelyn hard across the face. Everybody in the cafeteria gawked. Lilith eyed the shocked Evelyn coldly, and then Evelyn walked away.

Adam Warsaw breathed a sigh of relief. Lilith Pinkerton smiled at him, satisfied with herself. Adam squeezed her hand in his, and called her his hero. Lilith smiled, then promptly kissed him on the lips. Later, they walked out of the Bridgewater State College cafeteria hand in hand. What a pair they made. The school’s newest Ass Kicker and her new man. Lilith Pinkerton looked at her new guy, and smiled. Tall, intelligent, and definitely going places. African-American masculinity at its best. She blushed as Adam gently kissed her hand, and mouthed yes when he asked her to be his lady. With their heads held high they strode through campus, catching everybody’s eyes everywhere they went. No mistake about it. They ran the school.

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Brianna’s Story Ch. 01

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Brianna sat in the staff break room taking a small break before her next rounds. Her mind was a morass of thoughts. Was Callie alright? Was Brie herself doing the right thing? Well, there really was no help for it she thought. Callie was a grown woman, wasn’t she?

Suddenly her pager went off, breaking into her thoughts as the overhead announcement blared “Code blue room 328. Code blue room 328. All visitors please refrain from using the elevators for the next five minutes. Thank you for your cooperation.”

Brie jumped up from her chair, her mind going quickly to the job ahead and the patient in room 328. Josh was only seventeen and Brie had fallen in love with him in the three months she had been taking care of him. She had been working in her capacity as a respiratory therapist in the emergency department when he was brought in with third degree burns on July forth. Josh’s dad was supposed to work the fireworks display in one of the local city parks but he had gotten drunk and passed out.

Josh knew they couldn’t afford to lose the income, so he had taken his father’s place. Unfortunately his father had made some faulty connections and when Josh went to fix it, the display blew up into a fireball. Josh had been at the center and had taken the brunt of the explosion. Since then his body had tried to fail him many times, but Brie had thought he was over the worst of it.

As she reached the room Brie summed up the situation. A nurse was doing compressions trying to restart his heart. Brie quickly moved to the head of the bed, took the bag, turned on the oxygen and started breathing for Josh. As she watched the nurses push drugs into his IV, she prayed that he would make it through this. Dr. Weaver entered the room and asked what had happened. Brie listened as Josh’s nurse for the night shift filled him in. Dr. Weaver ordered atropine to be administered. Brie could only stare for a moment and then cut in.

“Dr. Weaver, you can’t give him atropine.”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do! I said give him the drug!”

Brie took a deep breath before trying again, “Dr. Weaver, Josh is allergic to atropine.”

The doctor just gave her a cold look and ordered that epinephrine keep being given. “Hold compressions.” Brie looked at the monitor hoping for a sign of life. There! A blip, another, then another, Brie let out the breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding. Dr. Weaver looked around, “good job team.” He gave Brie one last look and left the room.

Brie hooked Josh back up to the ventilator and pushed the hair out of his eyes. As she looked at him, she couldn’t help but think how much he had been through and how much he still had to go. She walked out of Josh’s room and to the nurse’s station. Betty, the night supervisor was there making notes. She looked up as Brie approached and her eyes filled with pity. “Brie, I know you have the patient’s best interest at heart. I also know there will consequences from tonight. Dr. Weaver asked for your name.”

“What can he do Betty? I didn’t do anything wrong! You were here the last time Joshie was given atropine, it nearly killed him!”

“I know, but Dr. Weaver is the head of the burn unit. You could have been a little more diplomatic. You are one of the best therapists we have and I don’t want to lose you! He could have you up on disciplinary charges before the board, not to mention your license.”

“On what charge Betty? If he bothered to keep up with his patients he would have known that Joshie was allergic.” In disgust Brie walked out of the unit back to the break room to take some aspirin. She knew Betty was right. Some doctors had the God complex down to a T. Dr. Weaver was definitely was of these. He walked around the hospital as if he owned the place, which, she supposed was not a bad analogy. The board of directors let him get away with practically everything and now she was in his firing line.

Brie managed to make it through the rest of the night without incident and went home. She needed to talk to Callie something fierce! But Callie was in Colorado Anadolu Yakası escort meeting with a Dom. Brie really didn’t understand what it was all about, but she was trying to support her friend in what she felt she needed to do. She called Callie’s cell phone, listening to the ringing and then voice mail. Brie left a message thinking how bad she really needed her here. Deciding a hot bath would help, she went to the bathroom to run the water and add the oil. Thank goodness she didn’t work tonight! She needed a couple of days to clear her head. She slipped into the hot water and eased back to let the warmth take the tension from her body. While she tried to clear her mind and relax the phone rang. She had a handset next to her on the floor so she looked at the caller ID. Great, the hospital, the machine could pick up. She would see what they wanted later.

Brie finally relaxed as the water grew cool. She was getting out of the tub when someone knocked on her door. She was wrapping a robe around her body when the knocking became pounding she went to see who was being so impatient. Brie looked through the peephole and fell back on her heels as her mind reeled. Dr. Weaver was pounding on her door looking like an avenging angel. “Just a minute!” Trying to compose herself, Brie took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. As she opened the door, Dr. Weaver pushed his way in. “Excuse me, but just what the hell do you think you are doing?” Brie demanded.

“Shut up and sit down!”

“First of all doctor, I am off the clock. Second, this is my home, not the hospital. You do not have the right to barge in!” Brie was so mad she was shaking.

Dr. Greg Weaver took stock of the woman before him. Brianna James was about 30, 5″3′, 120 pounds with emerald eyes that were spitting sparks at him. He remembered flame colored hair that was up in a towel at the moment. “Please sit down, we need to talk.” His tone changed to cajoling.

Brie contrarily did not want to sit just because he wanted her to. But her better sense won out, she knew she needed to straighten this out with him before it went any farther. She sat on the end of the couch as far from him as she could get. He sat down next to her. For some reason that Brie couldn’t comprehend this disturbed her. Greg Weaver was a handsome man in his late 40’s with black hair lightly peppered with grey. He had deep set brown eyes and a wide smile when he was getting his way.

“You wanted to talk, so talk.” Brie told him.

He scowled at her as he gathered his thoughts which had quickly changed to other things when she had sat down and her robe had gaped open.

“What you did was inexcusable Brianna.” He began.

“Stop for just one minute. What did I do that was so bad? I stopped you from giving a patient a drug that could kill him. I don’t consider that a hanging offense.”

“While that is true, you called me on it in front of the entire code team.”

“Was I supposed to let the drug be given and then say by the way doctor, you screwed up?”

“Certainly not, but there are ways to respectfully address superiors.”

“Doctor it was a code. Tensions are high. I’m sorry if I offended you, but I have taken care of Josh Myers for 3 months, in fact I was there when they brought him in. I know his chart front to back. If I am not an advocate for him, who will be?” She asked softly.

“Well, I have to admire your passion for your patient’s welfare, but I wonder if you are not too close to this one?”

“This may get me fired, but maybe you are not close enough.” Brie was startled by his burst of laughter.

“Okay, you may have a point, Brianna. Tell you what, let’s try starting over. Why don’t you get dressed and let me take you out to breakfast?”

“I really don’t think that would be a good idea Dr. Weaver.”

“Call me Greg.”

“No, that would definitely be a bad idea. We have a professional relationship and I won’t jeopardize my position.” She looked at Greg with a determined light in her eye.

As he stood to leave Anadolu Yakası escort bayan he offered her a parting shot. “Alright, I’ll accept that for now. But, Brianna I won’t take no for long. I am not a patient man.” He quietly closed the door behind him. Brie shivered at his words, not sure if they were a threat or a promise.

That day seemed to be a turning point. Greg would not leave her alone. It seemed to Brie that every time she turned around he was there. About a week after the code Greg summoned Brie to his office. “Brie, I’m taking you to dinner tonight.”

“I already told you Dr. Weaver that is not a good idea.”

“And I told you two things; first call me Greg, second I am not a patient man and my patience has come to an end. I will be at your house at seven. Be ready.”

Brie walked out of Greg’s office muttering under her breath. Of all the high handed, egotistical, conceited demands. Maybe she didn’t find him attractive. Did he think of that? Oh, who was she kidding? The man was a walking wet dream. Well, she would show him anyway. She didn’t have to go now did she?

Brie waited nervously for the doorbell that evening. She would tell him politely thanks, but no thanks. Although, to be honest, that hadn’t worked too well this morning in his office. She paced in her living room, not being able to sit still. What was it about the man that made her so nervous? Granted, he could hurt her career, but it was something more than that. Greg disturbed her on a personal level. As the thoughts continued to tumble through her mind, the phone rang startling her. “Hi Brie.”

“Oh Callie! I miss you so much! How are you?” The words just tumbled out of Brie’s mouth as her best friend listened with concern. She let the frustration and need fill her voice. Callie, for her part just listened and let her friend vent. When Brie’s words drifted off Callie finally broke into the silence.

“First of all, I am better than I have been in years and although I know you care about me, that isn’t what you want to know. Brie, I have long suspected something and I think I am right. But, it is something you will have to find out for yourself. I think the reason Greg bothers you so much is that you can’t control him. You have always been in control of any relationship you have ever had. Just see where this one takes you.”

“Callie, the man is technically my boss. It could end up very bad.”

“Or, it could end up being the best thing that ever happened to you.” Callie said quietly.

“I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do!”

“I know you don’t, but just try going with it Brie, just let go for once in your life. I have to go now, remember I love you and I’ll talk to you soon.”

Brie hung up the phone thinking about Callie’s words ‘just let go for once in your life,’ could she really do that she wondered. She paced some more and then went to get dressed.

When the knock sounded precisely at seven, Brie was dressed and ready for Greg. He was dressed handsomely in slacks and a dress shirt. “You look beautiful. I’m glad to see you are ready. I was afraid I would have to drag you out of here kicking and screaming.”

“You almost did. I talked to a friend though and she convinced me that maybe I was being too hard on you.”

They went to the car and he started driving through the neighborhood. “Where are we going?” Brie wanted to know.

“Someplace I think you will like very much.”

They arrived at a spacious house on the other side of town. Greg escorted Brie up to the front door and led her through the house. “Where are we?”

“My house, I want to get to know you Brie and not in some impersonal restaurant. I made dinner and want you to relax. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Um, sure, I guess.” Brie stammered out. This is not what she had been expecting at all. He handed her the crystal glass with her wine while she looked around his spacious home.

“Like what you see? I had it built about five years ago.”

“It’s beautiful.” And it really escort bayan was; all wood and glass backed onto a wooded acre. A gorgeous view to dine by. As they ate and talked Brie found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. Greg was an interesting and knowledgeable companion. She found herself becoming a little emboldened by the wine and staring at his lips. When they were clearing the table Brie found herself brushing up against Greg and becoming aroused. As the last dish was put in the kitchen, Greg pulled her into his arms and met her lips with a hungry intensity that drained Brie of any thought.

His tongue snaked into her mouth dueling with her own until he had her moaning and pulling him to her. Greg ran his hands over her voluptuous body undressing her before she even realized what he had intended. When she stood naked before his admiring gaze he pulled her into another room. Brie looked at the equipment in the room and tried to bolt but he held her firm. “You won’t elude me tonight Brianna.”

He dragged her to a table where he laid her down, securing her arms and legs to the four corners. Brie struggled, testing the bonds that held her fast. “You can’t do this! I will turn you in!”

“I don’t think so, Brianna. I am going to show you who is in control now. Something someone should have shown you years ago.” He took something from a table that looked like a ball with leather strips running through it. He attached this to her head making sure the ball was firmly in her mouth. Brie could only groan helplessly around the gag. He then did something with the table and the end dropped out from under her leaving her bottom hanging in the air. He took something else from the table and moved to her left side. He began playing with her breast, paying particular attention to her nipple until it was hard and swollen with need then he took the clamp from his hand and tightened it on the blood engorged nub causing Brie to scream behind the gag.

Greg walked around the table and played with the other breast and nipple in much the same way, taking the peak into his mouth to suckle and bite until she writhed. The clamp biting into her flesh caused a fire to begin to spread throughout Brie’s body. She felt the moisture gathering in her cunt, her body betraying her need. She watched as Greg caressed her stomach and stepped back to undress.

“This is what you need Brianna, whether you know it or not. This is what you ache for.” He stepped between her outstretched legs and reached a hand between her thighs. She felt his fingers on her sex and moaned with helplessness. He smiled as he found her wet and needy. Wanting his touch, she tried to wiggle closer to the tormenting fingers. He laughed as she blushed at her wanton behavior. “Yes, this is what you need.”

He leaned down and ran his tongue over her breasts rubbing his hard cock over her swollen clit. His tongue slapped at her trapped nipples causing her to moan and electric sparks to spread through her body. He continued his exploration of her torso with his tongue as he ran his tongue down her stomach to dip into her naval. Greg moved further down to her cunt that was now flowing freely. He ran his tongue up the wet slit to taste her essence. He then began to lap at her cunt enjoying the taste and the whimpers she was making. Brie squirmed in her bonds, not sure whether she was trying to get closer or get away. He was doing delicious things to her body and she could feel the orgasm growing.

Greg rose up guiding his rock hard cock to the dripping cunt before him. Slowly he pushed into the tightness that was Brianna. When he was in to the hilt, he stopped to savor the hot, tight glove that now held him. “Now Brianna, you are mine!” Greg began to fuck her hard and fast, reaching up to play with her tortured nipples. The orgasm that had threatened burst through Brie like a fire raging out of control. Her body tensed and then bucked hard as it raged through her body. Greg felt the contractions grip him in a vice. At her peak he removed the clamps which sent her on another tidal wave of pleasure. As Brie screamed over and over he spilled himself deep into her ravaged body.

When she lay limp and exhausted, he tenderly removed the gag from her mouth. Brie worked her jaw and looked up at him. Greg looked into her eyes and kissed her long and deep.

“That was just the start, Brianna.”

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We’d been fooling around on the sand for a while when we saw her paddling towards the secluded beach in the weathered old kayak. Deep ebony skin, waist-length hair that was braided to prevent it tangling. Lithe but curvaceous, with a bright lime green bikini with black strings, clearly designed to emphasise the full breasts they presented more than covered. It would have needed an acre of fabric to cover those fabulous breasts and ass.

Jenny, my fiancée, caught me staring. “Wipe that drool from your chin, honey.”

“Sorry babe. I was staring, wasn’t I.”

“Uh-huh.” She sat up on the beach, and followed my gaze. “Damn, though.”

“I know, right!”

We watched her drag the kayak onto the fine white sand, over the other side of the private bay. She gave no sign of having seen us, but we must have been plainly visible. She just concentrated on gathering driftwood from the tide line and other dry wood scraps from the forest’s edge. We looked on in appreciation as she used a flick-knife from the boat to make some thin shavings, then effortlessly lit them with sparks from another tool. She built a pyramid of tinder-dry kindling and then logs over the flames, and soon there was a roaring campfire burning away. She turned, pushed the kayak back out into the water, and paddled away.

Her body was magical to watch; every movement efficient and beautiful. As she’d leant over, the bikini struggled to contain her swinging breasts. The cords of the G-string briefs and bikini were black, and so from behind she appeared completely naked. As she bent over to push the kayak back into the sea, she presented us with the perfect view of her luscious ass.

“You’re thinking about fucking her, aren’t you,” Jenny accused me. It was pointless to deny it; the kayak girl was an ebony goddess. I looked at Jenny, eyebrow raised. I knew her, very well, and she admitted what I already suspected. “Yeah, okay, you’re right. I’m thinking about fucking her too. God, what an ass.”

“Really? My eyes didn’t get down that far,” I joked. She swatted at me, playfully.

“I can be your little island girl, if you like,” she said with a wry smile. “Teach me your western ways of love, Mr Stranger,” she said, pulling me down on top of her.

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The day I met Jenny must have been the luckiest in my life. A chance meeting at a social event, and I’d found my soulmate – someone who ‘got’ me, who was interested in me for me and not for my money. That she was as dirty and playful as I could ever have hoped was such a marvellous change from the stuck-up bitches my parents had sent my way; and it helped that we had a similar taste in women. She’d regularly point out hotties to me, and we’d delight in sharing notes about them and what we’d want to do to them. Several memorable encounters had followed from one or both of us seducing another woman into our bed for an evening, or a weekend.

We’d come away for a couple of weeks to celebrate our engagement, to an exclusive resort in the Seychelles I knew about through the grapevine. It was so remote, so exclusive, that we’d had to take a jet, then a prop-seaplane and finally a boat to get to the island. Privacy and discretion were assured, and the private apartments were far enough apart that even Jenny’s wild screaming wouldn’t alert anyone else to our adventures.

That first night in the resort, we didn’t even make it out of our room. I called down to reception for some appropriate supplies. It had been a long day of travelling, trapped in other people’s company, and we’d had our hands off each other for too long. Suitcases dumped just inside the door, we ignored everything else, found the bedroom, and went for each other.

Jenny tapped my head, and I came up for air.

“I think room service has arrived,” she said. “You’ll have to go, I’m a little tied up at the moment.” I’m sure she could have pulled free of the silk scarves if she wanted, but that would have spoiled the game.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear anything with your thighs against my ears,” I explained. I rose, wrapped a nearby robe around myself, and went to open the door. A native girl, quite pretty and very busty, pushed the trolley through into the living space. My eyes were drawn to her impressive chest – the uniform’s blouse was straining at the buttons, and I could peek through the gap to the bounty inside. Her nametag, somewhat implausibly, declared her name to be Kate.

“You sign?” she presented me with the tab, and I autographed it for her. As I passed it back to her, I noticed she’d been looking towards the bedroom, where Jenny was on full display.

“Enjoy your evening, sir,” said ‘Kate’, with a wink. I watched her fine ass sway out of the door, then took the dessert plates straight through to the bedroom.

“Strawberries and cream, how terribly English of you,” Jenny remarked.

“I’d turn a few heads eating them like this at Wimbledon,” I said, spooning a generous amount of cream onto her breasts, before proceeding to eat it back off. The coolness of the cream made her nipples Anadolu Yakası escort stand to attention, all the more sensitive for my warm lips and tongue to tease.

The fruit I let pool in her lap; there was plenty of cream for them down there.

“I hear strawberries make your cum taste sweeter,” she noted. “We must check that out later.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

///

A couple of days later, we decided to explore the surroundings. Jenny was very much a morning-sex person, and she dragged me off the path into the woodland round the edge of the resort. I held her legs while she leant back against a tree, and we brought each other in the relative privacy of the forest, with the sound of the native wildlife chirping all around us. We’d pushed on through the woodland, to find a secluded beach beyond, not directly accessible from the resort, and completely deserted. I put the cooler down, and we both leant against it, looking out at the crystal-clear pale blue water while laying on thick fluffy beach towels.

It wasn’t long before Jenny had removed her swimwear and lay naked, sunning herself in the privacy of this undiscovered bay, and warming me too. I drizzled cool sun cream across her back, and ran my hands over her. I knelt astride her waist and massaged her shoulders, working out a few kinks, before sliding my hands further down, teasing the side of her breasts as I worked down towards her hips. Then I turned, working her legs, caressing her feet and sliding my creamed fingers between her toes. Her feet were very sensitive, and I knew how much she loved them being touched.

I worked my hands back up her legs, onto her thighs. She parted her legs, eagerly, and I slid my hands up further to caress her magnificent arse. As I worked her glutes, she pulled her knees wide and raised herself from the towel. My fingers were inside her, warm and wet and waiting.

“God, what you do to me,” she said, smiling. I shuffled forwards on my knees and slowly slipped inside her, my hands on her hips to calm the pace. Long, smooth strokes; we had all day. What could be more perfect than making love to a beautiful woman on a paradise island?

Toying with her clit while I worked my whole length in and out of her, it wasn’t long before her breath shortened, and she came, cursing and praising. I slowed the pace so she could catch her breath again, and went to roll her onto her back.

“No chance, I’m on top,” she insisted. “No way am I getting sand in me.”

Fair enough. I didn’t fancy spending the week with my privates raw from abrasion burns either. Girl-on-top suited me just fine, a great view and I could watch her face while we fucked. I laid down and let her climb on board.

The only other person we saw all morning was the kayak girl. She was paddling back into the bay by the time Jenny and I had finished each other off. Lazily we pulled our costumes back on, since she was heading back for our beach. Once more she pulled the kayak up onto the sand behind her, and headed over to her fire which had died down considerably. She took a frame from the kayak and erected it over the embers, and placed a pan on top. Then she took a couple of fish from the boat – freshly caught and gutted at sea – and began to fry them there on the beach. She turned to us, and beckoned us over.

“Now that’s the life,” Jenny said. “Catching your own food, cooking it in the open. Sexy and resourceful, what’s not to like?”

“You’ve got it bad,” I noted, and – thinking we shouldn’t wander over empty-handed – reached into the cooler for a few beers to take over. She watched us approach, but with half an eye on the fish.

“Sorry to disturb you,” said the fisher-girl.

“Not at all. Those smell amazing, did you catch them?”

“Yes. Out there,” she waved vaguely round the headland. “Fish is good here. Plenty. You like?”

“Thank you very much. Beer?”

“Merci.”

We ate the fish using our fingers, using silver foil from a roll she had as makeshift plates. She continued cooking, there was quite a bucketful in the kayak. “For my family,” she explained. “Must cook fresh, or it will go bad.” She lay the cooked fish on the foil, and wrapped them after they’d cooled.

Her English may have been halting, but it was better than my French would ever be. In patois that was part English, part French and some local creole, she told us her story – of how she’d managed to get employment at the resort, to help earn money to support her family. The wages were low by Western standards, but it was enough to keep them afloat, with her mother also cleaning at the resort. It was only when she introduced herself as Kate that I realised where I’d seen her before.

“I’m so sorry, I have such a poor memory for faces. And you were wearing a lot more, the last time I saw you.”

“Yes. That shitty uniform, I hate it. But your wife, she wears now much more than when I last saw her!”

Jenny was not one to be easily embarrassed, but that made her blush. I didn’t want Anadolu Yakası escort bayan to spoil the moment by clarifying we weren’t married. Kate waved her discomfort aside.

“No, please. Sex is normal, is healthy. Is part of life. Love freely and enjoy being young!”

A sentiment we were happy to subscribe to.

We sat, and chatted, on the beach for the best part of the afternoon, polishing off the beers and snacks I’d dragged from the minibar. We laughed, and swapped stories. We came from different worlds, but people are people. Jenny fired up a playlist on her phone, and we listened, and danced. But all too soon, Kate had to leave. “I must go, and take the fish to my family. I hope to see you again!”

“You know where to find us,” Jenny called out, watching Kate’s fabulous ass sashay back to the kayak. “Damn, she’s so fine.”

“Mmmm,” I agreed, shaking my head to try to free it from the memory of her magnificent breasts all but escaping from her bikini. “She sure was.”

///

That evening, we were just wondering which restaurant to try out, when we heard a knocking at the patio doors. It was Kate, in a loose flowing brown-patterned dress, hair pinned up, carrying a basket.

“Good evening,” I said, opening the door. Kate smiled, lighting up her whole face, as she stepped inside. She reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle.

“You like rum?” Not really a question. She laid out three shot glasses on the counter and had poured out a measure into each before we really had an opportunity to comment. “This is good. Is local.”

Jenny picked hers up, uncertain, and sniffed at it. I went to take a sip. “No,” Kate said. “We drink together, all of it.”

I raised an eyebrow, but held my glass and waited. “3, 2, 1, Go!” and we slammed the fiery liquid. I coughed, not expecting quite that burn. The women laughed.

We had another shot, and another, and then the rum didn’t taste so bad. The conversation flowed, as it had on the beach, like we were old friends. Kate’s eyes sparkled, and I realised she as flirting with me. Or rather, with us – she was as free with touching Jenny’s arm as she was my hand, and I caught them checking each other out. This, I thought, was going to get interesting.

I didn’t have to wait long.

“I hate air conditioning. I am going outside to the spa.” Kate stood, and turned for the door. Night had fallen, and the soft lighting made the patio are look quite enticing. As she walked through the suite, Kate pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and let the material slide down her voluptuous body and drop to the floor. Jenny and I watched, mouths agape, as she walked naked through the patio doors and out onto the veranda. Kate looked back over her shoulder, with a coy but knowing smile. “Will you join me?”

“Rather forward,” Jenny said. “I like it!” With which she pulled the thin top she was wearing over her head, and started off after Kate, unclipping her bra along the way and tossing it aside. I followed in their wake, struggling out of my shorts and snatching up the half-full bottle of rum, in time to watch the women stepping down into the bubble spa.

The women were giggling at each other, feeling deliciously naughty, or just finding my bouncing semi-erect cock comical as I walked over the decking towards them. I had a great view of two pairs of tits jostling and shimmering in the bubble jets. I stepped down into the warm water and took a seat opposite the women, who were sat side by side.

“Well, isn’t this nice,” I said, taking a swig from the bottle and passing it around.

It didn’t take long for the conversation to take a turn.

“Nudity isn’t much of a taboo here, then?” Jenny asked.

“No. It is as I said on the beach. Sex is a normal and healthy part of life.” She continued on this theme for a while; as she was talking, I felt a foot stroking up my calf. I glanced over at Jenny, but she was giving nothing away, focused entirely on the discussion with Kate.

“All love is good. If people make each other happy, how can anyone else complain?”

The foot worked its way up my leg, and soon enough was in my lap, stroking my aching cock. I looked down, and saw that it was a dark-skinned foot – Kate’s foot. I smiled, and stole another glance at Jenny. I didn’t think she’d noticed; and besides, I’m sure I saw her hand in her own lap, stroking herself.

“Yeah,” I said. “Whatever goes on in private between a man and a woman is their own business, as long as nobody is getting hurt.”

Jenny gave me a look; she knew me well enough to realise this was a test for Kate. Fortunately, she passed. “Not just a man and a woman. Any people. Any number of people, too.”

“Well, of course,” I replied. I noticed that the women had changed positions, leaning towards each other slightly. Was I imagining it, or were they now stroking each other, under the water where they thought maybe I couldn’t see? “What man doesn’t enjoy a bit of girl-on-girl action?”

Jenny escort bayan gave me another look – a desperate pleading look.

“Well, would you look at that, we’re all out of booze,” I said, waving the now empty rum bottle. “I’ll just pop inside and grab some things from the minibar.”

Jenny was not shy, but she preferred to work alone to get things started. I stood, wrapped a towel round my waist – more to prevent myself soaking the floor of the apartment than to cover any modesty I might have left – and went inside.

While pottering around indoors, waiting for my hard-on to subside so I could take a piss, I glanced back out to the veranda. Jenny was kneeling on the seat of the jacuzzi, leaning over Kate, and they were French kissing so deeply it seemed the intended to consume each other from the face down. Kate had spread her legs wide, enabling Jenny to furiously finger her pussy; in return Kate was sliding her hand up Jenny’s thigh, and slipped two fingers into her while stroking her clit with her thumb. I looked away, to the protest of my cock but the delight of my straining bladder.

Once relieved, I scooped up more supplies from the bar and headed back outside. The soft lighting from the suite warmed the bare wooden veranda. The underwater lighting cast blue-white ripples around the alcove in which the sunken spa lay. In profile, I saw the silhouette of Jenny sitting on the side of the spa, leaning back on her elbows, head tossed back and eyes closed. As I got closer, I saw Kate laying across the water, ass cheeks bobbing out of the spray, with her head planted between Jenny’s thighs, sealed together lips to lips. Hearing those pleasing, whimpering, begging noises coming from my fiancée had my cock straight back to full attention. I stood in the doorway for a moment, enjoying the scene. Nothing gave me greater enjoyment than watching her being taken over by pleasure.

“Oh fuck, you’re good,” she said breathlessly. Kate’s eyes smiled, but she didn’t let up. One of her arms was under the water, clearly moving but whether over Jenny’s ass or her own pussy I couldn’t tell.

Jenny looked over at me, at my cock, eyes burning. “I need you,” she demanded. “I need to taste you.” Experience had shown me the more her groin was being worked over, the hornier she got, and the better head she gave. I dragged over a low stool and sat beside her; my dick vanished between her lips and she went straight balls-deep into her throat, gagging but desperate to have as much of me inside her as there was to take, eating me like she was starving,

I reached down to grasp one of her breasts; the cool air had worked over her damp skin to leave goose bumps and nipples that could cut glass. As I stroked the warm flesh, stroking over her nipples and watching them bounce back to attention, I calmed her mouth over my cock into a slower, more pleasurable soft rhythm. I could feel her whimpering round my dick. I looked down to the source of Jenny’s pleasure. Kate was watching Jenny suck me off, stroking her own pussy as she licked and sucked at Jenny’s clit. Then she looked me in the eye, and we held each other’s gaze. You’re next, she seemed to be saying. I saw her heavy breasts swinging in the bubbles, and couldn’t wait.

A combination of the sex talk through the evening, the rum, and the sight of two horny naked women in front of me was becoming too much. I started to feel that familiar pressure building in my balls. And I could hear Jenny’s whimpering getting more intense. She pushed her head hard into my lap, forcing my cock down her throat and blocking her breathing. She held herself there, knuckles white on the poolside, throat constricting round my head, as the orgasm crashed over her – and started to bring me, too. Desperate for air, she pulled her face off my dick and screamed her delight to the stars. But I was cumming, and she flicked my cock so that it splashed over her face, over her chest, down her body… And over Kate’s face and chest, who was getting up, her work at Jenny’s loins now done.

“Look what your man has done,” she said, leaning over Jenny’s face. She trailed her fingers up Jenny’s thighs. “He has made a mess. I do not clean mess on my day off.” She slipped a finger inside Jenny; I knew how tight she got after oral, and knew Kate could feel her coming down from the orgasm, pussy still twitching in waves of pleasure. “Clean me,” she ordered, offering Jenny a cum-splattered breast, which my fiancée took with gratitude. Kate leant forwards, and I reached over, and we were kissing. I could taste Jenny’s juices on her lips and tongue, that intoxicating scent that never failed to drive me wild. She reached out with her spare hand and wrapped it delicately around my softening cock, stroking it gently with her thumb.

Jenny finished licking my cum from Kate’s body, and then started scooping the remains from her own. As she pulled her fingers up to her mouth, Kate dived onto them and sucked the creamy digits into her own mouth. Kate winked at me.

“Let’s take this indoors,” I suggested, “where we can be more comfortable.”

///

Kate lay on her back on the king-sized bed, head propped on a pillow, ass on the edge, with her legs over Jenny’s shoulders. Jenny knelt on the floor, hands on Kate’s waist, tongue scooping nectar from Kate’s pussy and teasing Kate’s clit with her lips.

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It was a hotel room like any other hotel, located in the cheap district. $28.99 a night could get you four walls, a “clean” bed, and a small bathroom with a tub/shower combo. The size was about the size of a studio apartment or a really small living room. Paper-thin walls meant privacy was low; you could guarantee the neighbors could hear so much as a whisper. The walls were painted a maroon color with ugly green leaf wallpaper trimming. A small T.V. from the late 80’s early 90’s sat on a plain dresser with two big drawers. There was a small rickety bedside table holding an old tan phone with the big buttons that always got stuck, and a big red bulb sitting on top to let you know a call was coming in.

The lighting in the room was dim seeing as only two old lamps lit the room. Everything seemed to have a shadowy backdrop to it. The bed was a box spring with several springs broke in all the wrong places for anyone to truly sleep; guess it’s a good thing these rooms were not commonly used for sleep. This was the type of No Tell Motel you see in horror movies, you’re almost expecting the music from psycho to be playing in the background. Instead you heard the faint heavy metal music from an iPod sitting on the bedside table next to the bible. You could even smoke in this room, which carried years of tobacco coating that covered the walls and furniture. It was by no means a sexy establishment, but it would do for depraved acts of all kinds.

He didn’t know how long he had been there, strapped down to the bed waiting for an eternity. At least that’s what it felt like. Every movement he made caused the bed to squeak, making it even more difficult to lie there quietly. He was exposed in a dainty little outfit his Mistress had picked out before tying him down. His makeup expertly done by Mistress as well with smokey eyes and dark red lipstick, he looked like a sissy whore ready for action. It always amazed him how well Mistress could transform his square jaw and hooded eyes. The stubble left after his close shave barely showing making his large Adam’s apple the only giveaway that he was a perhaps not the sexy redheaded whore that he appeared to be. With his short bright red wig on from a distance you would think he was a real woman. Mistress only let him gaze at himself briefly but it was enough to arouse him.

His lacy pink lingerie allowed for a peek at the outlines of his well-cut chest and stomach. He didn’t quite have a chiseled 6 pack, but it was solid with small defining lines here and there. His chest, arms, and legs were all shaved making his muscular arms and legs look even more appealing and well etched. He was by no means a large fellow, but he was toned in all the right places. He never had problems getting the ladies’ attention but they could seldom hold his for very long. Until one day when he got looked over by his Mistresses’ sexy eyes, he thought she might devour him. She was different from any woman he had ever met. She made him look and feel like “every woman’s dream” in one second, to a worthlessly dominated sissy in another second. It made him intoxicated, fulfilled his depraved desires and fantasies, all of which made him impossibly devoted to her.

His legs and arms were currently strapped down and splayed out as far as his limbs could go. His hands tended to gravitate to that sissy clit. She made sure he could not escape or touch himself. This wasn’t a punishment for him, it was indescribable ecstasy. Just knowing he was at her complete mercy turned him on. He was overcome by fear yet was completely aroused. She even blindfolded him this time, so all his senses were heightened making him even more excited than usual. It was almost unbearable the licentiousness desires he was experiencing. His cock was practically numb from being confined in its cage while being so piqued. He was overwhelmingly nervous and extremely eager to know what was in store for him. He kept trying to calm his nerves by telling himself it can’t be that bad, I am on my back. The worst she might do is tease him till he couldn’t take it anymore or force him to drink her tasty sweet pussy. The thoughts running through his mind made all his neurons on fire making his whole body tingle in anticipation.

Staring blankly in the cracking dimly lit mirror at her makeup she was slowly gaining more confidence, which she needed for tonight’s itinerary. Really, she was just killing some time. The bathroom light gave off a low hum that was starting to get to her, but she knew the longer she made him wait the better. She pulled up the tight corset making her swollen breast pop out over the top. Her breasts were only a C cup but with the corset on they looked larger. She picked black with red trim for tonight’s games. Fishnets covered her long legs, held up by a dark red garter belt. The straps of her garter peeked out the bottom of her skin tight barely-there skirt. She topped off her outfit with stiletto black heels that showed her newly painted red toes. She was going for a black widow urfa escort look, fem fatal making her feel powerful and sexy.

Her curly red hair was pulled back in a loose bun, allowing for a few strains to fall off to the side framing her face. Truth is she knew she was just as bad as he was when it came to waiting; not nearly as bad as him, always so impatient. She always caught him touching himself without permission. Every chastity cage she tried for his huge cock he would get out of. He certainly deserved some real punishment. She was tired of being so lenient with him. Tonight she planned on letting herself truly take the Mistress role. What she had planned had her heart racing with nervous energy. How far would he let her go? Would she play her role just to find he really didn’t want to go as far as he indicated?

She wanted to fulfill his every fantasy. Pleasing him was her ultimate desire. She just needed to let herself go and immerse herself at the moment. Her goal was to give him a mixture of pleasure, pain, fear, and ecstasy. Push the limits of his desires, as well as hers. She tried to hide her shyness but she always feared it showed like a sore thumb. This time she was going to own him. She was ready to take it to the next level in their BDSM relationship. His training had not progressed as she had hoped, he often spoke out of turn. He seemed to only listen when he wanted to make her annoyed. She felt she was the only serious one when it came to their roles.

Finally, he heard the bathroom door open; his cock seemed to jump to the sound of the door. Even in chastity it still bounced off his solid abs right out of the G-string pink lace panties she made him wear. He wanted so badly to be under her complete control. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was ready for all his dirty thoughts to be fulfilled. Many of them were just dark and utterly depraved desires he never truly meant to be experienced or were they? Even he didn’t know if he was ready for all the things he begged her for when he was all worked up and ready to play. What if she does bring some other dude with some massive cock in here and makes him watch as they fuck, making me clean up the mess after? What if she lets some giant dick rape his sissy asshole? Would he break under the pressure or allow his depraved desires to flourish?

His body was covered in Goosebumps, not because he was cold, but due to the tantalizing fear-induced erection that was overtaking every inch of his body. He had never felt anything like what he was experiencing right then. Part of him wanted her to make him wait longer, yet another was ready to do anything her commands would inspire. He couldn’t help but open his mouth to speak. “Did I tell you that it was ok to even think about speaking?” Her words were so quick he barely made a sound before he heard them. “No, Mistress, sorry Mistress, I’m just such a filthy girl and such an impatient slut.” Her next words made him realize she was not giving in to him tonight, which caused an even deeper kind of arousal; he was practically about to cum already.

“Tonight, you are going to shut the fuck up, listen, and obey all my orders like the slutty whore you are, or else Mistress will punish you like never before. I’ll let your imagination run with that thought, but just know this, you’re going to be my bitch! Also, I will only say this once, remember your safe word in case you chicken out like a pussy, do you remember it?” It took a moment for him to respond mainly out of shock at her warning. “Yes Mistress, banana.” “Good, I am glad you didn’t forget, it tells me if I don’t hear it tonight that you love everything I planned for your depraved ass.”

He could barely stop himself from cumming a little, after which he immediately prayed she didn’t notice. He was so pathetic, she hadn’t even touched him and he was ready to blow his load. He stifled his temptation to test her due to the tone in her voice. She never sounded as serious and sexy as she did right then to him. This provoked more anxiety and stimulation to his entire body. He could feel himself shake without any ability to stop it. It was like orgasm times 10, a completely unknown sensation his whole body electrified.

She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she watched his body respond to her mere presence. He seemed to wreath uncontrollably making her pussy moisten at the sight. She almost wanted to give in and jump on his encased shaft and fuck him till her eyes rolled back. However, she quickly nipped that thought in the bud. She wasn’t giving in, not tonight no matter how bad they both would want it. She was going to tease, torture, demean, and molest his sissified depraved essence for as long as the hours in the weekend. 24 straight indulging hours of truly twisted, kinky, uninhibited, and well-wanted fun

was on the itinerary.

There is nothing greater than giving yourself over to another in full submission, at least not for him. For balıkesir escort him it was beyond anything he could imagine, giving the women he loved total control over every inch of his body made him tingle everywhere. The pleasure he got from all the stimulation was intense. He loved seeing her dominate him, seeing how beautifully confident she looked as she gave orders or gave out punishments. Right now all he could focus on was her presence, he knew she was close to the bed, but couldn’t see through the blindfold. He could smell her sweet perfume and wanted so badly to taste her flesh. Suddenly he was given a huge jolt that shot through him like lightening up his leg and spine. He quickly became covered in goosebumps just at the sudden soft touch she gave to his inner thigh. He was waiting in anticipation so long but wasn’t ready when she gently stroked his leg just between his balls and thigh. “Are you ready for tonight, you seem overly jumpy?” She whispered near his ear giving him even more shock waves. “Yes Mistress, I am ready to do anything to please you, anything!” He wiggles on the bed a little giving a pouty sounding answer to her. “Good, I knew your tiny cock and slutty asshole were up for anything. Look at you; you want it so badly, don’t you?”

He tried to beg but was still clueless as to what she had in store. Suddenly he heard a knock on the hotel door. The color drained from his face, who the fuck could that be, what the fuck was going on. He lay there so exposed, so frail and helpless. His poor thick member seemed to quickly retreat becoming strong to soft in mere seconds. “Now don’t be afraid, that’s our company were having tonight.” She said in a mocking tone. “Company?? Mistress I …” She cut him off before he could finish. “Shut your mouth Bitch!! I asked you if you were ready, you were begging just moments ago. I don’t want any lip from you tonight; you’ll embarrass me in front of our guest. Is that understood, you cum guzzling dumpster whore?” All he could do was nod in compliance, her tone of voice and words kept him speechless. His cock was quickly resuscitated after the scare. He swallowed hard, terrifyingly eager for what would come next.

He heard her open the door and greet the stranger. He quickly gathered it was a male by the sound of his voice. Violently, his eye mask was removed leaving him staring face to face with a blue-eyed male Thor. His body was much bigger and muscular than his own. His square jaw sat perfectly symmetric on his clean-cut face. He was shirtless already and smiling down at him on the bed with a look of amusement that said look what we have here. He stayed speechless, locked in an uncomfortable gaze with a complete alien, as far as he was concerned. “That’s not polite you whore, greet your new bull!” He remains speechless until the words his mistress commanded hit his brain and he was able to comprehend what was going on. Dazed he meekly stammered out hello there. The squeaky man’s voice sounded just like a sissy unprepared of the huge stick about to be reamed in her.

“Don’t worry; you will get this huge cock right where you want it, as soon as I show you what it’s like to use your dick right. You’re going to watch this stud fuck me the way a real man fucks. Then because I know how much you love cum, you will clean up Mistresses pussy till its spotless understood?” Part of him was jealous but he didn’t know of which, her getting the cock first or having to watch another man take her right in front of him. He nodded his head in compliance still too dumbstruck to reply with words. “Good, let’s get started. Come over here, come fuck my wet pussy.” She lifted her skirt showing her sweet lips and tight ass. The stranger complied unzipping his pants and pulling out what seemed to be the largest cock ever, making his cock leap up again in a mixture of fear and excitement.

So far she was proud of herself, she felt in control of him this time. She didn’t show her uneasiness towards him or the new bull she picked. Confidence looked and felt good on her. This was the first time she ever fully took control as she was tonight. She was not truly ready to have another man fuck her in front of her pathetic sissy boyfriend, but she was sure it didn’t show in her voice or face. She got up on the bed positioning her pussy right over her boyfriend’s face with her ass out and thighs on either side of it like she was going to face fuck him.

The male bull positioned himself right behind her, cock ready in hand to enter her burning wet pussy. As the bull knelled on the bed behind her she looked down into her tied up slaves’ eyes hoping to read what was going on in his head right then. She could feel him squirm beneath her lifting his butt towards her pussy that was just out of reach to him. “Stop that shit!” She hissed at him. “You will get your turn when Mistress has been fully satisfied. Your job is to pay attention.” He nodded his head showing he understood and remained still, trabzon escort no longer humping the air.

Her bull asked in a deep voice if she was ready for a real man, to which she replied by looking over her shoulder giving him a very dirty girl look. He moved forward and she could feel the tip of his enormous cock touching her sensitive lips. It was hard for her to stay still; her whole body was tensed and electrified waiting for insertion. Soon she felt the pressure of his dick slowly fill her and she let a moan escape her lips. “That’s just the tip babe, wait till I’m all the way in, I’ll have you screaming for more soon.” His words excited her even more, now she was fully ready for what was to come. He gently pushed through her tight lips filling her up completely. It hurt at first then felt so amazing she forgot for a moment her surroundings.

Looking down into her boyfriend’s face she couldn’t help but give a mischievous grin. He had not used his safe word so far this was a positive sign. Feeling this huge cock go in and out of her felt amazing, but seeing her boyfriend’s face made her feel even more aroused. She felt like she was in complete control. His submissive, pitiful look said it all. He was enjoying this as much as she was.

As he looked up into his Mistress’s eyes he could see the ecstasy she was in. It made him so jealous knowing he was not the one behind her satisfied expressions. Watching the monstrous beast slamming in and out of his Mistresses, wet gaping hole did not bother him as much as he thought it would. He was even more turned on. He couldn’t wait to taste all the wonderful cum she would have dripping out of her. Though he knew it would be mixed with this bull’s semen he didn’t care, at this point he just wanted to be the one to make her moan. He longed to hear his name be called out in pleasure, this was all he could think about. Even if it meant afterward he too would experience a thick, long cock shoved deep in his ass, he was filled with impatience and anticipation. Never before had he wished so much to please his Mistress.

It didn’t take long for the bull’s cock to send her squirting, legs shaking on either side of her pathetic tied down sissy. This was the part where she got to truly test his undying devotion to her. She could see how excited he was, as he rocked back in forth humping the air between them. “You ready to please Mistress with that cum-guzzling whore mouth of yours?” She said in a seductive raspy voice. Her sissy just nodded frantically yes. She carefully placed her knees on his tied down arms positioning her filled and dripping pussy just at his mouth. “Drink of me as you never have before slave!” She commanded, and he quickly responded “Yes Mistress!”

He then began fluttering his tongue about just on the outside of her clit enjoying the smell and first juices that touched his mouth. Then he deeply penetrated her making his tongue dance like a wild flame, drinking up all the sweet and salty nectar. She moaned out in approval. He could feel her pussy begin to tighten, and her legs tremble signaling to him she was about to orgasm. Once she did cum she began lifting up and away from his mouth. He tried to lift his head to follow, but she made herself unreachable quickly. She didn’t want to show him how good it felt but she couldn’t hide her shaking body.

Now he just lay there numb cock, throbbing balls, tied down to the bed; just staring over at this stranger with his fully naked body exposing the biggest dick he had seen up-close. Granted it didn’t seem much bigger, but he could tell it had a thicker girth than his. He thought how much pain will this guy put me in just when inserting his large member? Oh well, he was too far into it all too chicken out, and his Mistress wasn’t playing around tonight. He knew soon he too would experience a new level of erotic pleasure and pain then he had ever felt, at least he hoped that would be the case.

Suddenly he was brought back from his wandering mind to the sound of the straps on his wrists being undone. “Now I am going to put you on a leash, so you better behave!” He was not expecting to be released so early on this made him curious. Heart pounding he was soon no longer strapped down, instead, a collar and leash were secured around his neck. She yanked it making him jolt and roll out of the bed. She then demanded he kneel in front of this still strange man. He was now staring at the cock in front of him knowing he would have to somehow take the engorged shaft down his throat. He began to panic and thought of wiggling away, but Mistress sensed it and demanded he stay.

In her most demanding voice she told her slave to begin sucking cock. He seemed fairly good at it when it was her fake strap on. She was worried about the size and whether or not he would embarrass her. Yet surprisingly he obeyed, and soon his head was bobbing up and down the giant cock. He was making choking sounds, and appeared to be doing a decent job by the look on the bull’s face.”There’s my little cock sucker, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the real thing.” He did not respond too focused on his task. “Good girl.” She praised and petted his head. Then she decided to force his head further onto the cock, holding it in place while she watched him gag. She let go, allowing him to get air again.

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It has been a week since Gloria and I have had our lunch. We haven’t worked any routes close enough to have another lunch. Everyday as I come into work I make it a point to say hi to Gloria and either rub up against her or give her ass a nice pinch. And Gloria responds with pressing back against me. The other employees think nothing of this since they know of my attraction to African-American women. Most of the employees engage in some sort of flirting with each other, but have taken no action such as Gloria and I.

As I check the schedule I see that Gloria and I are assigned to the same routes that we had the previous week when we did lunch. I go over to Gloria and ask if she would like to do lunch again? As I ask her I rub up against her and she can feel my hard cock pressing against her leg.

“Of course” she says.

“OK, don’t worry about getting anything because I already see what I want,” I say as I stare at her crotch and lip my lips.

“I can’t wait.”

My cock is almost rock hard now and it is hard to hide it. But I stay in my area and get the mail ready for delivery. Not saying much, but just thinking about getting between Gloria’s thighs during lunch.

As gaziantep escort we both leave to office to start delivering mail, I say “Same time, same place?”

Gloria leans over and whispers in my ear, “I can’t wait, my pussy is so wet right now just thinking about your face being buried between my thighs.”

I have a difficult time keeping my mind on my work. It seems as it is taking forever for lunch to come. Finally the time has come and I head toward the hotel. I see Gloria’s postal truck already parked there. As I enter the hotel I don’t see Gloria. I walk around looking for her.

I hear her call out “Over here behind the check in counter.”

I walk over there and look over the counter. Gloria has brought a blanket and is laying on it naked spread eagle, pulling with her pussy.

“I thought, I would get it nice and juicy for you,” she says.

I Jump over the counter and stand over here just watching her play with her pussy. Watching her finger slide in and out. She puts her finger up to her mouth and licks off the pussy juice. My cock is rock hard and straining to be released.
Gloria reaches up konya escort and unzips my pants and my cock springs out at attention. I begin to take off the rest of my uniform as Gloria continues to play with her pussy. I get down on my knees and begin to kiss and lick her nipples. They are small but turn rock hard as I gently bite them. I begin to kiss down to her pussy. Stopping to lick and tongue her belly button.

I reposition myself between her legs and she spread her legs wide open. I lean back and just look at her open pussy. It looks so delicious, mocha colored skin surrounding a pink soft, wet center. I begin to lick all around her pussy as my hands play with her nipples.

Gloria begins to squirm. I lightly kiss on her pussy and using my fingers to open it wider. I slip my tongue into her pussy and taste her juices. They taste so sweet. I flick at her clit and then take it in my mouth and begin to suck on it. This causes Gloria to start squirming even more. I slide a finger into her pussy and begin to finger fuck her. In and out of her pussy my finger slides. She begins to move her hips in rhythm with my finger. I continue kayseri escort to suck on her clit. She begins to moan as I slip another finger into her pussy.

“Oh God, that feels so good. Fuck that pussy,” she says.

I continue to suck on her clit and slide another finger into her pussy and fuck it. In and out of her pussy my fingers slide. My tongue and mouth is keeping her clit hard. Her hips begin to buck wildly.

“OHHHHHHHHH!! My God I’m cumming, she screams.

Her hips are bucking wildly forcing my fingers deeper into her pussy. Finally her hips stop moving and she lies there still. I slid my fingers out of her pussy and give it one last kiss. I move up and give each of her nipples a kiss and then give her a deep long kiss on her mouth.

“That was great. You are a great pussy eater,” Gloria says.

“Thank you, I do my best,” I reply.

“But what about that hard cock?” She asks.

“We will take care of that at a later date.”

We get dressed and get ready to leave. I grab Gloria and pull her close and give her a deep long kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue.

“Next time it won’t be just lunch. That way we can explore each other bodies even more,” I say.

“Sounds like fun,” she says.

We leave the hotel and return to delivering the mail. When I return to the office, Gloria is there. I look over at her and lick my lips. She smiles and blows me a kiss.

I can hardly wait to explore the rest of Gloria’s body and she explore mine.

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The Mysterious Stocking Ch. 01

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Author’s Note:

Hello, everyone!

I apologize for not adding any updates to “The Teacher’s Pet” for a long time. For a while I felt no motivation to write, then I was suffering from burnout on that particular story. In an effort to regain my writing mojo, I did publish a short story back in the Spring of this year (“My Plaything”). But that didn’t seem to help too much.

However, two months ago, I revisited a holiday-themed story I started working on last November. And suddenly I felt renewed inspiration. Now I’m almost done writing this holiday-related story – and should completely finish it by next week.

I’m hoping you enjoy this story. It only has 2 chapters. The second (and final) one will be submitted next week.

Here’s hoping my recent surge in writing desire carries over to 2021, and I can crank out more chapters to “The Teacher’s Pet” again.

Enjoy, and happy holidays!

* * * * *

Where did it come from?

The question played in my mind as I set it down on my desk.

I hadn’t noticed it earlier in the morning, when I left to use the communal bathroom. On my way back, however, the bright red object hanging from the outside doorknob was hard to miss.

Perhaps it had been there all night. I hadn’t gone anywhere since I returned from dinner the prior evening. Instead, I spent several hours on coursework before going straight to bed.

It was unlikely my roommate would have seen it either. Lori was once again with that guy she’d been fucking most of the semester. At this point, she pretty much lived at his off-campus apartment — only stopping by every few days to check her mail and exchange her dirty clothes for clean ones.

I shook my head to stop myself from wondering when it was dropped off and focus on who delivered it. Reaching past the white trim at the top, I felt something inside. When I extracted the item, I noticed it was an envelope. On the front I saw a handwritten message.

“To Little Suzie.”

What the hell? Nobody called me that. Well, not anymore. I was teased with this nickname by a few mean girls when I was young. It was why I insisted everyone call me by my full name when I started high school, and now in my first year at university — although I was okay with my roommate calling me “Suz”.

Before I contemplated the matter any further, I tore open the envelope. I hoped there would be some clues to this person’s identity. Instead, I found a clear plastic baggie which was sealed shut. It appeared to contain something made of black nylon.

As I began to ponder why anyone would give this to me, I pried the seal open to take a closer look. In an instant, I detected a musty aroma. My nose wrinkled while removing the contents from the bag. The odor grew stronger when I started unrolling the material. It smelled like… sweaty feet.

My eyes bulged and I dropped it on the floor. I stared at it like it was an alien, in complete shock that someone had sent me a well-worn stocking. I also spied a folded piece of paper next to it. With a deep exhale, I picked it up and unfolded it — revealing more writing in the same penmanship as before.

“There are 12 days until the party on the night before Christmas break. If you can sniff out my other stocking by then, I will make sure you have a toe-tally foot-tastic holiday season. But if you can’t, I might have to share your naughty secrets all over campus. And that would mean a very stinky new year for you.

Be a good girl and find me soon.

Mistress Claus.”

I gasped and my legs became unsteady. Thankfully, the desk chair was near enough for me to collapse into.

My mind raced as I reread the note. Who the hell wrote this? It had to be someone I knew. Someone who was aware that I was a lesbian. Someone who had heard about my kinks. Someone who possessed the arrogance to refer to herself as ‘Mistress Claus’.

While slumping down in my seat, I continued racking my brain over the identity of this woman. Of course, there was a chance it was a man. However, I didn’t have any male friends. And although I wasn’t a fan of the guy Lori was dating, he didn’t strike me as the type who would do this.

On the subject of my roommate, I started thinking back to what I told her about myself. I had confessed my sexuality to her, which she seemed cool with. My interest in feet, however, was a topic I found too embarrassing to bring up with her. But when I was alone, I often used her fragrant footwear while masturbating. Maybe I was careless when attempting to return one of these items to the exact spot I’d found it, and she figured me out.

Wait, that had to be it! I gripped the arms of the chair and took several ragged breaths.

She knew I pleasured myself while repeatedly sniffing her socks and shoes.

She knew I fantasized about licking her sweaty soles and toes.

She knew I had depraved thoughts involving her feet.

She knew, and now she was taunting me.

This was bad. Really, really bad.

My whole body shook.

“Fucking urfa escort hell!”

At that point, my heart was beating out of my chest. If it wasn’t enough that she was privy to my naughty kink, I feared she had told someone else. A lump formed in my throat, and my face began burning with shame.

I was on the verge of hyperventilating when I had a sudden realization. What if I was jumping to conclusions? Maybe she knew, but perhaps she didn’t.

There was only one way for me to find out.

I picked up the smelly stocking, got to my feet, and stepped toward my roommate’s bed. Bending down, I reached under with my free hand and grabbed one of her old sneakers. After pausing to listen for anyone approaching the room — and hearing nothing — I brought the opening of the shoe to my nose. And as I had done a thousand times before, I inhaled deeply.

A moan escaped my lips as I trembled. The intensity never failed to arouse me, and I sniffed again. Damn, her foot scent was driving me crazy. I buried my face further into the sneaker, and huffed the sweet stench like it was the most addictive drug on the planet. Considering how wet it was making me, this wasn’t far from the truth.

Moments later, I felt my knees start to buckle. As I went to lie on the bed and satiate my wanton desires, I remembered the reason for this particular smelling episode.

With a heavy sigh, I lowered the shoe and pushed the toe end of the stocking over my nostrils. I inhaled several times, and shuddered from the intoxicating aroma. It seemed even more powerful than the odor of Lori’s sneaker.

This time, I couldn’t resist succumbing to my carnal needs and fell onto the mattress. While laying on my back with my pussy leaking and my hips gyrating, I alternated between smelling the stocking in my left hand and the shoe in my right. Although I already knew the scents were different, they were combining to send my libido into the stratosphere.

Before long, I cast the sneaker aside and began rubbing my crotch. I held the nylon tight against my nose as I took in lungful after lungful of air — filtered through the most potent foot stench I had experienced in my life. Soon, I was frigging myself like mad while squirming and grunting. Moments later, I arched my back and let out a guttural moan as incredible sensations spread from my loins to every nerve ending in my body.

I twitched and panted when each pleasurable aftershock hit me. This went on for some time, and I reveled in every blissful moment.

When I finally had the strength to sit up, I detected noises in the hallway. Shit, she was coming back!

Jumping from the bed, I kicked her shoes underneath. I then scurried to my desk and quickly gathered up everything I had found in the Christmas stocking, before cramming it all into my bookbag. As the sounds became louder, I plopped down in the chair and stared anxiously at the door. I was sure it would be opening within seconds.

However, the footsteps started to become quieter — until the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat. I let out an enormous sigh of relief and shook my head. I had gotten worked up over nothing.

As I went to straighten the bedcovers and fix the position of Lori’s sneakers, my thoughts returned to the owner of the stinky nylon. If it wasn’t my roommate’s, it either belonged to one of her female friends, or to one of mine.

Regarding the former, was Lori devious enough to involve someone else? She never came across as mean toward me, but then how well did I really know her? Most of our conversations lasted five minutes or less. Perhaps she suspected I had a thing for her feet, and this was a cruel ploy to make me confess.

My stomach became knotted, and I started to consider my own acquaintances. Aside from Lori, did I know anyone who could have any clue about my fetish?

There was just one person — my psychology classmate Heidi — who I hung out with enough to consider as a friend. Even then, we hadn’t spoken about many personal things. I had yet to mention anything to her about my sexuality. Heck, the only way she’d have the slightest notion of my interest in feet was if she caught me taking glances at hers.

No, she couldn’t have. Besides, she was too sweet to pull a stunt like this.

Wasn’t she?

But what if she wasn’t?

What if she was getting a kick out of playing me for a fool? What if Lori and her friends were trying to make me the laughing stock of the university? What if they were all in on this, and the extreme humiliation forced me to drop out of school?

I wouldn’t be able to face my parents. I wouldn’t have a place to live. I would have no money, no degree, and no job. I would lose everything, and end up begging for scraps in some alley.

My life would be over!

Since I was already on the floor, having finished adjusting my roommate’s shoes, I rolled onto my side and pulled my knees up toward my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping my predicament balıkesir escort would vanish. After a while, it seemed to be working. My pulse had slowed and my breathing was calmer. I decided to open my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Lori’s sneakers under her bed. Instantly, my fears came rushing back.

A shiver ran through me, and I flopped onto my back. I had no idea how to handle this situation, and spent the next ten minutes staring at the ceiling.

That’s when I had an epiphany. I could talk to my roommate, and to Heidi. I would need to be subtle, but maybe I’d be able to determine if either girl had put the clues together regarding my desire for female feet. If so, I might just figure out which of them was the culprit.

Having formulated at least a semblance of a plan, I managed to scrape myself up from the carpet and return to my desk chair. While staring at my bookbag and pondering how to broach the subject with the two ladies, I heard my cellphone ding. I grabbed it and saw a new text message from Lori.

“Hey roomie. Stopping by in a few. Hope ur around.”

I swallowed hard and replied that I looked forward to seeing her. In truth, the thought of seeing a dental surgeon seemed less scary.

* * * * *

My gaze shifted once more from my mobile screen to the bare feet on the bed next to mine. Lori was laying on her back, doing something on her phone while waiting for her clothes to finish in the washing machine. And every time she flexed a foot or wiggled her toes, I couldn’t help but look.

Since my next class wasn’t for a couple hours, I’d agreed to hang out with her for a while. She spent the first ten minutes after she came back from the laundry area telling me about the previous night — with me trying not to cringe at all the references to the size of her newest boy-toy’s dick. Once she was talked out, she’d decided to relax and scroll through her social media feeds, or reply to texts from her dozens of friends, or play some mindless game, or whatever.

I suppose I could have left the room at that point. She was pretty much ignoring me. Plus, I hadn’t eaten anything since I woke up. My stomach was growling and breakfast was still being served in the cafeteria. However, my hunger wasn’t as strong as my desire to watch the playful feet of my roommate. God, they were beautiful!

Their hypnotic movements had almost put me in a trance when the sound of her giggling startled me.

“I see you noticed my pedi. I went after class yesterday and I was in the mood for violet.” She wiggled her toes again. “You like?”

My eyes bulged and my mouth went dry, preventing any words from escaping. This was exactly what I dreaded: she’d become aware of my fetish and now wanted to tease a confession out of me.

Despite being filled with terror and otherwise frozen in place, I managed a weak nod. I then stared at the carpet, hoping it might swallow me whole. There was no way I could bear the humiliation of Lori’s taunts and insults, which were surely coming at any moment.

For a while I remained motionless, aside from the occasional quiver. The floor didn’t seem eager to rescue me, so I needed to think of how to squirm my way out of this predicament. Was there anything I could say to make myself not seem like a freak? To make her believe I wasn’t a total pervert?

While I continued desperately hoping for a miracle, I felt a nudge on my arm. I looked up and saw Lori standing next to my bed, with her head tilted and an expression of genuine concern on her face.

“What’s wrong, Suz? Was it something I said?”

I blinked and peered at her with confusion. “I, um…”

“I mean, yeah… I shoulda asked if you wanted to come with me to the salon. Sorry about that.”

Wait, was she messing with me? Or did she actually apologize for not inviting me? It sounded sincere, and her slight frown appeared genuine.

Perhaps she didn’t know!

Breathing a sigh of relief, I met her gaze. “It’s okay. And anyway, I already have an appointment for this weekend.”

“That’s cool.” She smiled at me and lifted her leg, placing a foot next to me on the bed. “Do you think you might go with the same color?”

My heart began thumping in my chest as I was once again staring at Lori’s hypnotic toes — this time, from a much closer viewpoint. In fact, they were so irresistible that I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to caress them. Without thinking, my fingers worked their way across and in between her lovely toes. Damn, they felt amazing!

When I soon felt a strong urge to bend down and take a close sniff, the sane part of my mind kicked in. What the hell was I doing? I instantly removed my hand from her foot, and peered up at her in fear. She was certain to be either puzzled or outraged at what I had done. Instead, I saw a wide grin on her lips.

“Wow, that was nice,” she said while pulling her foot from my bed.

“Oh, uh, thanks?”

She giggled. “I mean, I just thought you’d trabzon escort like to get a closer look. I didn’t expect you to rub them.”

Shame washed over me as I felt my cheeks burn. I couldn’t bear to look at her with how foolishly I had acted.

A few moments later, she nudged me again. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I liked it.” She hopped onto her bed. “If you ever wanna give me another foot massage, you’re more than welcome.”

With my mouth hanging open, I watched her lie on her back and flex both feet. A bunch of questions swirled around in my brain. Did she seriously enjoy having her toes rubbed? And did she actually want me to massage her feet? Or was she making fun of me, hoping I’d end up in tears so she could laugh in my face?

Unsure of how to proceed, I blinked myself from gawking at her feet and looked into her eyes. She was staring intently at me, as though she was waiting for me to say or do something. Like she wanted me to offer her a footrub. Or perhaps just do it, without saying a word.

Somehow, I convinced myself that the latter was true. I slowly got off my bed, moved toward the bottom of hers, and lowered my knees to the floor. Her beautiful soles filled my vision, and I didn’t hesitate to take one of her precious feet in my hands. My body began to shake as I slid my fingers from her heel, along her soft sole, to her dainty toes. And when I started inhaling through my nose, I detected the intoxicating aroma of her foot sweat.

Goosebumps formed on my skin as I repeated this process several times, enraptured in every moment. However, a voice soon caused me to freeze.

“Oh yes, Suz… that feels amazing!”

I swallowed hard and dared to peer around the foot in my hands. What I witnessed made my breath catch.

Instead of a wicked smirk, there was a blissful smile. Instead of a sharp glare, there was a soft gaze. Instead of a loud chuckle, there was a gentle moan.

Was she actually happy with my foot massaging skills? This very notion sent a shiver through me!

As I continued watching the angelic face of my roommate, my hands resumed their movements on her heavenly soles. This went on for a while, with me alternating between her feet, and with her basking in relaxation. Sometimes she would let out a pleasurable sigh or moan, sometimes she would close her eyes, and sometimes she would look at me in a way that made my whole body feel warm and tingly.

I became so caught up in our mutual enjoyment, I could have gone on for hours. However, my knees eventually began feeling sore and my hands started cramping. With one last squeeze of her toes, I pulled myself up to a standing position and flexed my fingers.

Lori purred as her eyes fluttered open. “Damn, that was… incredible.”

“I’m, uh, glad you liked it.”

She sat up and patted the spot next to her. After I sat beside her, she wrapped her arms around me.

“Thanks, Suz. I really needed that.” She released me from the embrace. “And now that I know you’re great at giving foot massages, I’ll be asking for them a lot.”

Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Sure, I, I don’t mind doing it for you. I mean, since you’re a good friend.”

“Awesome! Just don’t expect me to return the favor. Unlike you, I’m not into touching other people’s feet.”

A sudden wave of terror washed over me as her words echoed in my head.

She knew. She fucking knew!

My lips parted but no sound came out. I wanted to explain, to convince her I wasn’t a freak. Unfortunately, all I could do was tremble and hope beyond all hope she wouldn’t be too hard on me.

She furrowed her brows. “You do like rubbing them, right? I mean, I was kinda joking when I suggested you do it. I didn’t think you’d literally be on your knees a few seconds later, with your hands all over my feet.” She shook her head with a giggle. “What else can I assume, except that you’re totally into it?”

This was my worst nightmare coming true: my fetish had been outed by someone close to me. I couldn’t bear to look at her, much less say anything. I just sat there quivering, cursing myself for being so stupid.

When a felt a tear rolling down my cheek, Lori looked at me with concern. “Are you okay?” She placed a hand on mine. “I didn’t mean to upset you. In fact, I was actually trying to compliment you.”

“You, you were?” I asked with a sniffle.

“Absolutely!” She squeezed my hand. “You love massaging feet, and I love having them massaged. That’s a win-win, if you ask me.”

Wiping my face, I gazed up and saw her sincere grin. “R-really? You don’t think I’m… weird?”

“Of course not. Everyone has their own thing. You like feet…” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “… I like butt sex. But don’t tell anyone.”

Her giggle caused me to burst out laughing. All my anxiety instantly melted away, as for the first time in my life, my sexual desires no longer made me feel like an outcast. I was actually feeling accepted — and by my very own roommate, who had shared her own naughty kink with me.

It was my turn to squeeze her hand. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Yours is too,” she said while wrapping her arm around me. “Besides, if I told people you give awesome foot rubs, you’d be too busy with everyone else to do mine.” She chuckled, lifting her feet from the floor. “And I can’t let that happen!”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.

The winding drive up to the ski-resort was always a beautiful one, even with the excitable tension in the SUV. We had talked about this trip to excess over the past couple months and for years before about finding the right couple.

After being together for 10 happy years, it had come time to fulfill some of our more extravagant fantasies of youth. With successful careers, the dream house and beautiful children, we had achieved many of our life’s goals. This was our next step, a sexual weekend away with another couple!

The snow became thicker on the side of the road and trees were covered halfway up their trunks, my wife squeezed my hand resting on her thigh.

“I never thought we would actually do anything like this; it was always just a fantasy,” the words passed through her red painted lips so a matter of fact, that it was difficult to gauge her interest.

“If you are nervous or want out at any time don’t hesitate just let me know. Or we can have a safe word like banana,” I chuckled. My hand slipped farther up her yoga pant clad legs, remembering how wet she was the night we confirmed this trip with Jasmine and Craig.

“Well, let’s take it slow and see how it goes. I am glad we got a cabin in case things get awkward, at least there is room to hide.”

I laughed wholeheartedly hoping to reduce some of the tension.

“She is very beautiful, I am sure you won’t have an issue fucking her, but he is soo big, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle him,” Jamie exclaimed looking through the few pictures she had on her phone. My cock jumped to life at the comment. “You think you are going to be able to handle this in your ass?” She inquires, flashing me a dick picture of Craig. He was a solid 9 inches and almost as thick as a big Red bull can.

My cock continued to harden in my pants as Jamie reached over and gave it a pinch.

“I think that I’ll manage if that is something you want,” I squeak out with reddening cheeks. Jamie had explored her bisexual side in her teen years, but I hadn’t discovered mine till much later. I had tried to hide my excitement over the chance to suck and ride a real cock, but the tension in my pants gave me away.

My eyes became transfixed to the road as the final switchbacks required my complete attention and Jamie settled back into her seat.

The final turn before the village passed and the quaint buildings came into view, I relaxed from the drive and looked over to admire my wife. The seat belt pulled her shirt tight across her big tits, splitting them for a more dramatic show. Her hair flowed, straight to her shoulder framing her picturesque face with dancing hazel eyes and pouty lips.

“Babe, I think that’s the turn.”

I quickly lookup realize my mistake and check my rear-view mirror before braking and turning hard, just making the corner.

“Woah!”

“Sorry gorgeous, you were just too distracting,” I say with a wink.

The cabin is the last one on the road, and as we pull up, we see that Jasmine and Craig have already arrived. I pull our SUV up next to theirs and head to grab our bags; Jamie bounds inside to meet our “friends.”

* * * * *

We had met Jasmine and Craig through a friend of a friend at a party and hit it off.

The four of us carried the life of the party for much of the night. From beer pong to impromptu karaoke, we acted like we had been friends for years. They were visiting from out of town and like us were spending the night at the house.

The fun rolled on, and as the party began to fade, the four of us remained up around a fire playing, “Never have I ever.” As is standard for us, the juicy questions came out quick.

“Never have I ever done cocaine,” Jamie goes first. This leads to only Craig drinking, claiming one time at a bachelor party.

“Never have I ever had sex in public,” Jasmine states. Everyone but her drinks.

“Okay, Okay, never have I ever been fucked in the ass,” Craig exclaims. The girls and I drink. “Oh, shit Michael. By a dude?”

“Guess, you’ll have to ask next round,” I manage to say while laughing hysterically. “Never have I ever had a threesome.” Jasmine and Craig exchange a quick glance and sly smile while bringing their drinks up.

“Never have I ever had a bisexual encounter,” Jamie says as she quickly drinks on her own statement, along with Jasmine and Craig. Craig raises an eyebrow to me.

“Strap-on then?” I nod in acknowledgment.

At this point the conversation broke down, covering topics of gay experiences, strap-on sex, orgies and more.

This passed the time until about 3:00 am when hands and mouths were openly exploring their partners.

Jamie’s mouth moved to my neck knowing that the nibbles and bites on that sensitive area drive me wild. As she is straddling me, all I can manage is to grind my significant bulge against her clothed pussy while letting my hands explore her tight, round ass.

My eyes wander across the fire to see Jasmine grinding her ass into Craig. As our mardin escort eyes meet, she winks at me and pulls one of her small but perky tits out of her shirt and places Craig’s hand on it. I would’ve smiled at this, but I was hit with shock as Jasmine’s ass pushed Craig’s shorts up just enough to reveal his massive tool.

Quickly coming back to my senses, I knew Jamie would love to see this so, in a quick motion, I used one hand to quickly unsnap her bra, releasing her massive breasts and with the other turning her in my lap to face the others.

I could feel Jamie tense with the embarrassment of her freed tits and the potential onlookers, but this subsided as she saw the show taking place. As my hands, reach around her stomach and slide down her waistband, she moans and starts rolling her hips. I kiss the back of her neck while my hands lightly rub her thighs to the outer lips of her pussy. The heat coming off her is intoxicating.

I noticed the others had changed their position as well and now Jasmine’s thick ass was bouncing in front of our eyes. Not to be outdone, Jamie lifts her shirt off letting her tits bounce free. Craig’s cock is now clearly visible, and the sheer mass of it is impressive.

Then pulling me out of this delightful daze, Jasmine turned away from Craig for just long enough to say,” I am taking this hunk of meat to bed if you guys are into trying group sex feel free to join.”

“Thanks for the offer but that is something we would have to discuss sober,” Jamie chimes in.

And we said our goodnights. This would’ve been so anti-climactic, but as we all got up, and in the same vein of fun we had all night, raced to our separate rooms.

I chased Jamie to the room, drunkenly crashing into things and probably waking up the whole house but I had only one thing in my mind, and it was the plump, round ass and breasts you can see a hint of bouncing from behind.

As we made it to the bedroom, she ran and jumped onto the bed, half turning to face me as she landed. I shut the door and stomped over, towering over her on the bed, she reaches up for my pants, but I push her hands away, grab her hips, pull her to the edge of the bed and rip off her sweats. Falling to my knees I lap at what is a soaked pussy with my tongue, the normal build-up to playing with the clit is skipped due to its protrusion.

I begin to roll my tongue around it in slow, deliberate circles. Jamie grabs the back of my bald head, her nails scraping over it as I begin to flick my tongue lightly. I am shocked at the speed of her orgasm, and her cries fill the house.

“You go, girl,” is called from across the home clearly by Jasmine. We roll on to the bed laughing knowing that this is going to be the talk of the party tomorrow morning.

My arm under her head, I look over into her deep eyes. She brings her lips forward to kiss mine; you can feel her wetness still in my short beard. This doesn’t stop a deep kiss as she pushed on my shoulders and hops on to me.

Jamie starts shifting her hips back and forth like she is riding a bull. My 7-inch length enters her completely, and my balls begin to tighten. I reach up to fondle her breasts and roll her engorged nipples between my fingers.

She in turn grabs and twists my nipples, forcing a grunt out of me. I feel the rush starting in my sack starting to move upwards. Jamie knows my body so well; she reaches back to squeeze my balls with one hand and scratch my chest with the other. I can only hold her hips as I ride out the orgasm and my hot cum fills her up.

Jamie slows her hips till I limply fall out of her with a pop. My exhausted body lays below her ready to fall asleep. She, however, had one more surprise, moving her knees onto my upper arms and bringing her cum filled pussy over my face.

“Open up you slut!”

The shock of this boldness gave me all the push I need, and I strained my head forward opening my mouth over her pussy as she released my spent cum that hadn’t already leaked out, into my mouth. I lapped it up like the slut she had called me.

She then rolled off me under the blankets and was asleep in seconds.

My switch personality was very excited by this bit of dominance she had never really let out. Sleep came quickly, and I didn’t have much time to think about it.

The next morning was uneventful as everyone had left before we got out of bed except for the owners, who were unaware of the night’s event as the master bedroom is well removed from the rest, and Jasmine & Craig. We all nursed hangovers and said our goodbyes. They are promising to keep in touch. The girl’s hugs did linger longer than normal, and I couldn’t help but sneak looks at Craig’s crotch.

* * * * *

“The girls are already in the hot tub,” Craig enters our room at the cabin as I put the bags down. His skinny frame outlined in the doorway with a beer in hand.

How does such a slim guy have such a massive cock, I muse, thinking of my own average cock with my bear-like body?

“Great, already getting comfortable, I knew van escort Jamie would be headed there while I do the work!” I state with a smile.

Craig nervously steps into the room.

“Michael just a heads up, my bisexual experience was limited to circle jerks and kid stuff when I was younger. I am not sure how comfortable I will be reciprocating on a guy if you know what I mean.”

“No worries bud. This is a feeling out trip to ensure everyone is comfortable. Don’t feel pressured, if I don’t want to do something; I damn well won’t.” I hid my disappointment well as I had expected a more experienced partner than myself, but I quickly shrugged that off.

This comment seemed to perk him up a bit.

“Great, thanks.”

“You headed to the hot tub? We only have a couple hours till dinner.”

“Definitely, already in my shorts.”

“I’ll just change quickly.” I half expected him to leave, but he just took another pull off his beer waiting for me.

I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my hair covered chest and stomach. While I don’t have a six-pack, my body is solid, and you can tell I am in shape. I could feel Craig’s eyes on me, so I exaggerated my movement and motion like a girl posing for Instagram. I peeled my pants down while keeping my back and legs straight. Years, of squatting eight has given me tree trunk sized legs and a bubble butt. I glimpsed over my shoulder to see Craig rubbing his immense cock through his shorts. I slowly bounce my shorts up over my ass, catching my cock in the waistband. I turned just as the head disappeared.

“Shall we go,” my body shaking with excitement and adrenaline.

“Lead the way.”

We headed downstairs to the deck where the girls and hot tub were.

* * * * *

Our already potent sex-life had taken an upswing since the party. With the fantasy of group sex being a real possibility, it fueled sexting and discussions that led back to the bedroom.

We kept in touch with Jasmine and Craig on a regular basis with very little mention of the night or sex altogether. Talks of vacations, jobs, life events and friends dominated the conversation with very little mention of the first night or sex. However, I could always tell when Jamie had been chatting with either or both because her pursuit of me was a little more aggressive.

After one such occasion, while I was on top on of Jamie delivering long, deliberate strokes of my cock into her and her returning the favor by probing my ass with her finger, the hint of pain from her new nails was a particular delight, Jamie states, “Let’s do it.”

Completely throwing off my rhythm, I cock my head to the side and ask, “what?”

“Let’s message them about getting together for a weekend away to enjoy each other sexually.”

With the abrupt break, I roll over, off Jamie, slightly miffed at her timing. She, however, had other plans and jumped between my legs, swallowing my penis with fervor.

“Ohhhhh, yes.” I manage to blurt out.

“Is that a yes for the blowjob or the weekend?” She manages to say around my cock while not missing a beat.

“Anything, All of it, whatever you want, just don’t stop.”

Her pace picks up as her mouth and throat take my entire length while still managing to circle her tongue around my shaft. She reaches up and grabs my balls with one hand while looking me in the eyes as she fondles them in her hand. She fights back some tears due to the throat assault but pushes through. My staying power is normally fantastic, but this was too much, and my balls tightened, Jamie realized what was coming and held me deep in her throat causing my molten cum to slide right into her stomach. I felt shot after shot left me and wasn’t sure when it would end. In my daze, I remember Jamie coughing but smiling from ear to ear.

She bounced up, giddy as can be and more so than I had seen in a while, racing off to grab the laptop. Bringing it back, she sat beside my spent body and started to type a message.

To: Jasmine & Craig

Subject: Couples Sex Weekend Away

You in?

It was that simple. The swoosh sound of a sent email filled the room.

“Alright, what are the rules?” Jamie implored of me.

“I think we should keep it simple, no means no when it comes to any individual, everyone is free to do anyone else and it is like Vegas whatever happens there, stays there. No jealousy brought home.”

“I like it!”

*Ding* Email response:

When, Where and Rules?

Jamie responds, The Month after next, Ski Mountain, no means no when it comes to an individual, everyone is free to do anyone else, and it is like Vegas whatever happens there stays there. No jealousy brought home.

Swoosh. Moments later, it is followed by a ding.

We are in. Any weekend that month. Kisses.

Short and sweet. We started to look at places to rent.

* * * * *

“There are our sexy boys, not having too much fun yet, your shorts are still on,” Jasmine stated.

We laughed, as we each grabbed a couple of beers and slid ankara escort into the hot tub. The girls were sitting next to each other, very close, so Craig and I popped in on the other side of the tub.

“We were just talking about how the months leading up to this trip feel like extended foreplay and how nervous we were driving up.” Says Jamie, as we all settle into the tub, “We are talking about waiting till after dinner to start any festivities so that we can all get comfortable with each other again and get some social lubricant in us.”

“Sounds reasonable,” replies Craig.

“Except she already jumped in the hot tub and started making out with me. Not that I’m complaining, although she did spill my drink,” Jasmine confesses. Jamie laughs, play pushing Jasmine under water for tattling. The girls wrestled for a bit, much to our delight. Their tops even managed to come off, Craig and I cheered to it and took a swig of your beers.

As both girls settled, they simultaneously tossed their tops onto the edge of the hot tub. Craig and I sat in silent admiration

“Fuck, your tits are amazing so fucking big!” Jasmine exclaims as she hefts one of Jamie’s breasts.

“I paid for mine, but yours are so perky with the cutest little nipples,” Jamie responded in kind. The girls are now facing each other fondling each others’ tits. Their faces start to move closer, Craig and I lean in subconsciously, just as their lips are about to touch.

“I think before you guys see us kiss, you should.”

“Sure,” I responded almost too quickly. Craig leans back, hesitant.

“Come on hun.” Jasmine pleads. I make a bold move under the bubbling water to stroke his crotch while raising an eyebrow toward him.

“I guess we could start with a little peck,” his body relaxing while his cock stiffens in my hands.

I grab the back of his neck and pull him to me. He feels tiny in my arms, and the little bit of resistance sweeps away. Kissing him hard on the lips, I notice the difference between a man and woman’s kiss; this feels more primal. I release him as not to push too far too early. As I pull away, I can’t help but notice that he held the position for a second longer in shock or desire, he slowly opened his eyes. The girls wasted no time

getting back to making out.

Almost immediately following, an alarm went off on one of the girl’s phones. Everyone stopped in shock, confused for a second.

“Oooops, time to start getting ready for our fancy dinner,” Jamie says being the first to come to her senses.

Jasmine leans over and whispers something into Jamie’s ear. They both stand up, four breasts on beautiful display, bottoms leaving very little to the imagination. Craig and I part as we are blocking the exit for the hot tub. As the girls cross the water, they spin around each other and switch sides. Jasmine hops into my lap, rubbing her boobs into my face. I react and grab her ass, and grinding my hips into her mound.

Jamie looks as if she is drowning Craig in her tits beside us.

Then just as quickly as it started, they hopped off and out of the tub, laughing, as we watch their asses bounce away.

“Don’t have too much fun with those hard-ons while we are gone, boys.”

I grin ear to ear, looking over at Craig. He meets my gaze sheepishly.

“What’s up?” I implore.

“Ummmm…… “

“Are you uncomfortable with the kiss or the arrangement? Because we can slow it down.”

“…… No, it isn’t that. I am really enjoying this……… I, uh, really liked the kiss.”

“Well shit, that’s great.”

“Can we do it again?” Seeming to gain back some confidence.

“Absolutely but we have got to lose these shorts!”

“Deal.”

The shorts flung out of the pool almost before the word came out of Craig’s mouth.

I really couldn’t believe how timid he was, especially with a cock like that hanging between his legs.

I moved in closer to him, one hand sliding up his smooth thigh while the other grabbed his neck again and pulled his lips to mine. My tongue slipped between my lips and started to part his. Craig was like putty in my hands; he gave no resistance to my tongue or hand moving up his thigh.

Our tongues swirled in his mouth, as my intensity increased. Even though beside him, I felt like I was towering over his considerably smaller frame and he was begging for it. My hand reached the base of his cock, and I shifted it to grab his sizeable balls.

Craig moaned into my mouth as my tongue continued to dart into his mouth slowly. I squeezed his balls a little bit harder, just enough to cause him to tense and then releasing. My hand moves down under his balls and traces along his perineum toward his asshole. He stiffened uncomfortably, and I backed off.

I lifted Craig onto my lap in a side saddle position, my cock in between his thighs, slightly touching his ball sack. His arms reached around my shoulders. He leans in to continue the kisses as my hand moves to his cock. I can barely grip around the entire thing. My hand started up and done the full length, rolling over the head as I marvel at the weight and size of it. With a large portion of his cock out of the water, I broke our kiss and marveled at it as my hand traced the significant ridge separating the head from the shaft. I don’t know how long, I toyed with him in this position, but I was fascinated by his member.

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Before and after the swing club experience, my wife and I had discussed how much fun it would be to have a 3-some, either MFF or MMF, if it was with the right person. We debated on an ad or a swing club or someone we already knew. The ads in the local swinger mags in Phoenix seemed like they were all single guys, most of which came across really creepy. We had talked to a few people at the local swing club but had not really had any chemistry with anyone yet. There were a couple of friends we considered to be good candidates, but they were pretty spread out around the country, or getting into relationships with people who wouldn’t be cool with such things. We even considered hiring an escort, but for legal and health fears decided that wouldn’t be a good idea either. We pretty much figured we’d have to wait and see if the right circumstances ever came about, and much to our surprise and delight, they did in the summer of 2000.

We were going on vacation and Margie had a friend who lived on the route with whom she had been real close with for awhile, but hadn’t seen in about 4 years. Raquel had been a real wild child, partying pretty hard back in the day. When Margie started to mellow out a little, it had put a strain on their friendship. Raquel had tracked down Margie a few months after we got married, and told her how she had had to go to rehab and that’s why she wasn’t at the wedding, but was doing really well now, single and selling real estate. Margie and Raquel had a few phone calls and letters exchanged after that and stayed inn pretty good touch. When Raquel found out we’d be passing through she insisted we spend at least one day with her.

We showed up on a Saturday morning about 10AM, and Raquel was very welcoming. We came in and visited, and I was relieved that she seemed so cool. I had never met her, and I kind of expected her to be a real reformed prude. She really was pretty funny and we all had a good time over lunch. It was a damn hot day and Raquel asked if we wanted to get in her pool. We said sure and brought our stuff in and got our suits on. Raquel had a kick ass back yard, with a nice redwood deck and nice pool and gazebo area. We set up under the gazebo and I got in the pool. Margie and Raquel got in a few minutes later and we just splashed around for awhile. We got out and fuck it was hot! We lay out on some lounge chairs under the gazebo and I fell asleep. I must’ve been out quite awhile, and as I started to wake up I could hear Margie and Raquel laughing and carrying on. I opened my eyes and looked over and they were chatting and laughing and I thought “Cool, it’s a nice little reunion.” Then I noticed I had pitched a nice tent in my suit as I slept. They weren’t looking directly at me when I woke up, so I wasn’t positive they were laughing at me, but I figured they might be.

I stood up and Margie said “Hey, where you going?”

I said I had to cool off and Raquel said “Yeah, I guess so!” and then I knew my boner had been noticed. I just smiled at them and jumped in the pool.

I just started swimming laps. I wasn’t too embarrassed. I had just met Raquel, but from the stories Margie had told me, Raquel wasn’t at all shy, and was quite the little horndog slut back in the party days. I figured I’d have to take some ribbing about it for the rest of the visit, but I could handle it. As I swam I noticed Margie and Raquel had leaned in were talking a little more discreetly and seemed to be a little conspiratorial, glancing over at me every once in awhile. I figured it was just more joking around about my erection and didn’t really worry about it. I had slowed down and was just kind of lazily floating around when Raquel got up and went in the house.

The sun was just starting to set and Margie walked down to my end of the pool and said “Hey, why don’t you get out.” I climbed out and Margie met me with a towel and we walked over to a little outside shower that Raquel had put in. I started to rinse the off and Margie reached down my suit and started helping rinse my package. I looked at her and she said “I want to make sure to get you rinsed off real good. I don’t want you tasting like chlorine later.”

I laughed and kissed her and called her a saucy little vixen. I said she better knock it off or I’d have to get back in the pool to swim off another hard on. She said she’d take care of the next one and snapped the waistband on my suit as she walked away.

I walked into the house behind her with the towel around my waist to try and hide the hard on she had started to rile up. We went into the spare bedroom and Margie was just finishing putting on a big t-shirt and had put on some baggy shorts. I threw on a t-shirt and some jean shorts and hung my suit next to Margie’s in the adjacent bathroom.

Raquel asked if we wanted to watch a movie and Margie quickly answered yes. I said sure and followed into the den area where Raquel had set out some ice tea and was sliding a tape into the VCR. (It was 9 years ago!) I sat down next to Margie on a couch and started pouring mersin escort a glass of tea and Raquel sat on the other side of me. Margie and Raquel were talking about the furniture Raquel had picked out for the room and I wasn’t paying any real attention as the movie started and I figured it would be a trailer for a new movie coming out when the sound of sex came through the TV. I looked up and a porn was playing!

I looked at one and then the other of the ladies and they were just smiling.

Then Raquel said “I got the impression when you were lying down outside you were in the mood for something like this.”

I said “I’m up for anything you girls are, pun intended.”

Margie said “Good, now let’s sit back and enjoy the movie.”

I set my glass down and sat back on the couch. I was a little nervous. We’d talked about 3-somes, but Margie had admitted she might get jealous when the time came and she’d be sharing me with another woman. Since we hadn’t had a chance to talk about it, I didn’t want to ruin the mood and bring it up now, but it was in the back of mind.

I sat back and Margie curled up against my chest under my left arm. Raquel turned a little to the side and kind of lay back with her back against the arm of the couch and her feet by me. The movie was a typical compilation of scenes with little to no talking, which I like. The tape had started near the end of a lesbian shower scene, and I got hard just thinking that it must be one of Raquel’s favorites, and I imagined her getting off to it.

Raquel was a little taller than Margie, about 5’9″, and more slender build. She was ½ Israeli and ½ English/American descents and her skin had this natural bronze to it. She had kind of short light brown hair, perky little breasts, just about a handful. She was pretty hot.

The lesbian shower scene segued into a bedroom scene with a man and a woman. The action started out pretty typical and Margie slid her hand down to my crotch just like she did at home when we’d start watching porn on the couch. She kept rubbing on my hard on and I glanced over at Raquel and she had slipped a hand inside her shorts and had started making slow deliberate circles around her pussy. I didn’t know what to look at! The girl on the screen was deep throating the guy and it was pretty hot, but I had a real live hot chick rubbing her pussy 2 feet from me.

Margie pulled my shirt up and positioned herself so she could suck on my nipple. I was dying and loving it all at the same time.

Margie moved up to my ear and whispered “Just let me guide everything. Raquel and I have a plan and I know what she’s cool with, OK?”

I couldn’t speak so I just nodded yes.

Margie smiled and licked my nipple again.

Margie said “Slide down a little.” and started undoing my shorts. I lifted my ass so she could pull them down and slid my ass down some. My dick sprang up when she took my shorts off and I noticed Raquel was looking at it and not the screen. She still had on her shorts, but had stopped the rubbing motion and was know fingering herself. Margie got back in position and put my cock in her mouth in one quick gulp. I let out a moan and caught my breath.

Raquel was watching Margie suck me and said “Hold her hair, I can’t see.” I held up Margie’s hair with my right hand and slid my left down the back of Margie’s shorts and ran my finger along the crack of her ass.

Margie got a bit restless with me running my fingers down her ass to her pussy and said it was her turn to get some tongue and sat up and started pulling off her shorts.

Raquel started to move and I thought “Score! She’s going to eat out my wife!” But she just opened a door on the coffee table and pulled out a towel and said “Here, put this down.”

I stood up and spread the towel on the couch Margie got on it and lifted her legs and said “Now take a bite of peach!”

It’s a line from a movie we know so I laughed and dropped down and dove right in. My nose was right up against her pubic bone and I almost sprained my tongue trying to shove it in as far as I could. I love the taste of pussy and love the reaction from Margie when I’m eating her out. I had her legs by the knees and was lapping it up.

I saw some movement and looked up a little and saw Raquel’s hand squeezing Margie’s tit. I looked over and saw Raquel had gotten a dildo out, from the same place as the towel I guess because she never left. I kept working on Margie’s pussy and Raquel leaned back and slipped off her shorts. She had a little landing strip shave job on her pubes and it looked hot. Margie is not much for shaving her pussy, and I don’t have a preference either way, but it certainly worked for Raquel. She started rubbing this dildo, probably 8 to 10 inches and good and thick, along her pussy lips. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on my task at hand. I didn’t want Margie not to get a proper eating out!

I opened my eyes again and saw Margie was rubbing Raquel’s leg and watching kocaeli escort Raquel fuck herself with the dildo. Margie saw me watching her watch Raquel and she smiled and said “I need you to fuck me now.”

I stood up, took a big drink of tea, and pulled Margie down a little more until her ass was hanging off the edge of the couch. I lifted her legs and pushed them back until her ankles were at her ears and slid in. I was on my feet kneeling down and Raquel’s couch was a really good height for this. I don’t have a real big dick, average from what I’ve seen outside of porno, about 7″ fully erect. The height and angle we had were really working for us though, as it gave just right amount of support and room to drive, if you know what I mean. Margie was good and worked up from the tonguing I had given her, so it only took a few minutes and she has coming with a real nice guttural moan. I looked over and Raquel was deep stroking that dildo in and out too. She had spread out her shirt on the couch and I saw she had a sexy little piercing on her left nipple. I wanted to tell her to move closer so I could suck on one of her cute little tits, but I remembered what Margie had said about knowing what Raquel was cool with, so I just enjoyed the moment.

Raquel moved down to the floor and put one hand on my leg and one up on Margie’s tit again.

Now Raquel started to really talk for the first time during the sex, saying things like “It smells like pussy in here now!”, “Make those titties shake with those strokes” and “Is that a tight pussy?”

The dirty talk was almost enough to make me come right there. Raquel moved up closer in on us, and I felt her hand reach down move between Margie’s ass and my balls. I’d feel my balls brush against her hand while she seemed to be squeezing Margie’s ass. Then she’d move her hand up and cup my balls as they swayed in the rhythm of our fucking.

She grabbed Margie’s leg with her other arm and was holding it tight as I sped up, getting close to coming. She took her other hand off my balls and slid up my ass, and started rubbing her finger right around my anus. It didn’t take but a couple more seconds of that and I came with vengeance. Raquel squeezed my ass and Margie’s leg and had her pussy pressed up against my ankle, grinding it against me as I came.

I stood up and wavered for a second while I got my balance back. Margie pulled her knees up against her chest and was panting too.

Raquel sat back a little and “Whew, that was something to see!” I had to walk around the room a little while I caught my breath, and Raquel looked at Margie and said “It’s my turn to get fucked now, right?”

My dick reversed direction at that, and started to get hard again.

Margie said “That’s the plan.”

Raquel smiled and said “Alright, then let’s go in my room.”

Raquel headed out down the hall. I helped Margie up off the couch and gave her a look along the lines of “What’s the plan?”

Margie gave me a kiss and said “You just sit back and watch for a while, and we’ll let you know what to do next.” She grabbed my hand and led me down the hall.

We walked in the room and Raquel had her bed stripped down to a sheet already, and was bent over getting into a drawer next to her bed. My dick jumped again at the sight of her nice ass as she bent over in front of me. I wanted to pounce on it but I restrained myself.

Margie pointed at a chair to our right and said “Why don’t you sit there, that should be a good seat.”

Raquel stood and turned around with an armful of dildos and a harness. She dropped the dildos, about 4 of them, on the bed and picked out one about the size of the one she had in the den, but designed for a strap on harness.

Margie took it out her hand and asked if that was the one she wanted and Raquel smiled and nodded like a kid who was going to get their favorite dessert. Margie slid it the harness and started to put it on and I knew I was in for a show!

Raquel watched Margie get the strap on ready and said “You seem pretty comfortable with that. You sure you never did a woman before?” as she got some lube and started climbing on the bed.

Margie glanced at me then back to Raquel and said “Just because I haven’t fucked a woman doesn’t mean I’ve never used a strap on.”

Raquel looked at me and had a real sheepish look. I’m pretty sure I was blushing as Margie and I had never told anyone else about the few times she had fucked me with a strap on.

Raquel had her mouth open with some shock, and then said “That is fucking hot!”

I looked at Margie she had an evil little grin. I knew she had always wanted to tell someone but didn’t know anyone she could really share it with.

Raquel said “Rick, if you can get fucked by a woman and give back the kind of fucking I watched you give her, I’m impressed.”

I just gave a little bow and said “Why thank you.” and took my seat.

Margie said “Now get that little ass over here” as she samsun escort climbed on the bed from the end. Raquel slid down and reached up and grabbed a hold of the headboard and put her feet up on Margie’s shoulders. Margie reached down and got the lube off the bed and got the dildo ready. Raquel watched with a hungry look as Margie worked her hand around the head of the dildo and the length of the shaft before guiding the head down to Raquel’s pussy lips.

My main goal was to not get too excited and start jacking off immediately, but this was such a great site in front of me I didn’t know if I’d be able to.

Margie slid the dildo in nice and slow, teasing Raquel the way she hates it when I do it to her to drive her crazy. Raquel had a hold of her legs by the knees and was taking short breaths, watching Margie slide it in slowly.

Raquel half whispered “Please”

Margie said “Please what? What do you want Honey? What do you want me to do to you?”

Raquel let out a groan and said loud and clear “Fuck me. Fuck me good.”

Margie smiled and bottomed her fake cock out in Raquel’s pussy. Raquel let out a loud “Yes!” and threw her head back.

Margie got a good rhythm going and started rubbing Raquel’s clit with her thumb. I felt a bit like a proud teacher, watching my wife fuck another woman using some of the same techniques I use on her.

Raquel said “Hold on, I want to move.”

Margie pulled out and Raquel got up on her hands and knees with her ass pointing at me. It was all I could do not to jump up and replace Margie. I was twisting in my seat. It was torture. A great torture, but still torture.

Margie got up and moved around and stood up behind Raquel. Raquel had to drop her ass down a bit so Margie could have the angle to fuck her from behind. After a few seconds getting everything lined up, Margie went back to fucking the hell out of Raquel.

I couldn’t take anymore and came up behind Margie and pressed my hard dick against her ass and grabbed her tits from behind. I didn’t want to mess up her rhythm, so I moved around to her side and bent down and started sucking on her nipple.

Raquel was loving her fucking, and Margie asked her if she might like a dick in her mouth.

Raquel just said “Uh huh.”

I looked at Margie and she mouthed the words “You’re welcome” and I mouthed back “Thank you” and moved around to be at Raquel’s mouth.

I got on my knees on the bed and brought my dick up to Raquel’s face. She was bouncing around from Margie’s hips slapping against her ass, so I gently held her face with one hand and guided my dick to her lips with the other. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around my dick.

The sight of it made Margie fuck her even harder and Raquel started to moan with my dick in her mouth and it was great. Raquel couldn’t really keep her mouth on my dick for long with Margie pumping her so hard so she grabbed it and started stroking me in sync with Margie. Raquel came and she squeezed my dick so hard I had to grab her wrist so she didn’t cause permanent damage.

Raquel collapsed on the bed and Margie stood there with a glistening dildo and sweat beads running in between her tits.

I moved around to Margie and I think she thought I was going to give her a kiss, but I bent her over. The strap on had a strap that went down between her legs, so I had to unbuckle that strap form the back, and once it was out of the way, I started fucking her the same way she had been fucking Raquel. I didn’t realize it at first but the strap on dildo was swinging back and forth, and Raquel had grabbed it and started rubbing Margie’s clit. Raquel was laying there with a freshly fucked glaze in her eyes, watching my dick go in and out of Margie while she rubbed Margie’s pussy. Margie was coming hard shortly, and it didn’t take too long for me follow suit.

We all collapsed right there and laid on the bed with the only sound our gasping for breath. A few minutes later, I realized that Raquel had fallen asleep, so I nudged Margie and we left the room as quietly as we could. We walked back out to the den and I got some more tea and asked Margie “When did you guys plan that?”

Margie said I fell asleep after the swim and they were sitting there talking for a bit when my suit started to rise. She said it was impossible to ignore.

After the requisite giggles, Raquel asked about our sex life and Margie had started telling her about it and even shared the swing club time with her. They kept talking sex and Raquel asked Margie if she had ever fucked another woman. Margie said she had fingered a girl in college and made out with her, but that was it. Raquel then asked if Margie would like to fuck her while I watched and if she thought I’d be OK with it. Margie said she was sure I’d be good with it and would do that if Raquel would watch while she got fucked by me, and that was how the plan came together.

I said “Damn, I need to take more naps!”

We went back to Raquel’s room and she was out cold. We went to the spare bedroom where our stuff was and Margie got on the bed, saying she now appreciated how hard I worked, that pushing ass was harder than it looked and she was tired. I was still wide awake (I had a nice nap after all!) so I sat on a bench by the window and was watching traffic. Margie fell asleep soon thereafter.

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Chapter 1: Growing

I awoke with a heavy feeling on my chest. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I looked down to see that I must have grown another cup size this week. The doctor tapped on my cage, “Morning sweetie, it’s Monday, time for measurements and hormones.”

I groaned, I hated the injections and the first night of each week was always the most painful. I slowly crept to my feet and waited for the doctor to open the cage. He was gentle with me and stroked my hair, kissing me on the cheek before allowing me fifteen minutes to shower and clean myself up.

In the bathroom I examined myself in the mirror, my long blonde hair reached my waist, perhaps the doctor would let me cut it soon. I was slender, I had a tiny frame which made my chest look even bigger. I’d been an A cup when I met the doctor, embarrassed and shy about my flat chest. In the weeks since he’d adopted me I’d grown easily up to a D cup and was now sure I’d be an E cup. My breasts felt fuller and heavier, I liked to hold them in my hands and feel the weight of them.

In the shower I washed my hair and shaved my legs, underarms and pubic hair. The doctor preferred my pussy to be completely shaved and I liked to make him happy. I massaged my breasts and rubbed my clit, feeling the heat rise inside me, building closer and closer to orgasm until the buzzer sounded and I knew it was time to get out and dry myself.

Feeling robbed of my orgasm I dried my body and rubbed the excess water from my hair. The doctor knocked and entered, he was carrying his medical bag and wore a huge grin on bursa escort his face.

I knew the procedure, I stood facing him with my arms raised above my head, presenting my breasts to him. He cupped them, weighing them mentally in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples and I closed my eyes soaking up the pleasure.

Next it was time for measuring; he wrapped the tape measure around me, firstly under my breasts and then over them. “F cups” he declared. I smiled in jubilation, I was even bigger than I thought.

“My little porn star,” he chuckled. “How many men would love to get their hands on these?”

“A lot of men,” I answered. “But only you are allowed to see them and touch them.”

“Good girl,” he purred, continuing to rub them.

I stayed in position whilst the doctor prepared the hormone injections, carefully filling up the syringes with the required doses.

“This time next week your breasts should be so big and heavy that you’ll prefer to crawl around on all fours rather than stand.”

I sighed and closed my eyes again, the pleasure that these words gave me was immense. I pictured myself on my hands and knees with the big swinging breasts hanging beneath me. I hardly noticed the little pinch of the needle penetrating my left breast. I focused my mind on the beautiful mental image I had captured and listened to the doctor’s soothing voice.

“This time next week you will begin to lactate, you will be a step closer to becoming my little pet cow.”

I almost reached orgasm again, malatya escort the thought was just too sexy, too much of a turn on. I wanted to be his cow so much. I would be the newest addition to his farm.

I felt the second little pinch as he injected my other breast. Tonight my breasts would be painful, I’d barely sleep from the growing pains but for now I could relax. The doctor always gave me an hour of gentle breast massage after injections.

We walked out of the bathroom into the doctor’s bedroom, this was the only time I was allowed in here, the rest of the time I slept in my cage.

“Lie down my sweet.”

I did as he requested, I lay on my back, my big firm breasts pointing the ceiling, not flopping to the sides at all. The doctor took my hand in his and slid it down over my belly to my clean, shaved pussy. These last few weeks I’d been allowed to rub myself as he massaged my breasts. I was wet already, my juices had began to flow the second he had told me I was an F cup. As he massaged me I fantasized about becoming his cow, about the day I’d get to wear a bell around my neck. Every time the doctor referred to my breasts as udders I would shiver with excitement.

The pleasure was building, I took my time not wanting to reach climax too soon. I listened to the doctor’s voice, listed to the sexy words like ‘udders’, ‘milk’, ‘lactating’ and ‘cow’ and felt his firm hands kneed at my flesh. I couldn’t hold it much longer, I was panting faster and faster. I opened my eyes to stare straight into the doctor’s.

“Come.” çanakkale escort He whispered. And I did.

I’d exploded with ecstasy, my insides pulsating and contracting, juices leaking out of my pussy onto the bed.

Embarrassed I looked up to the doctor once more, but he just smiled before kissing me on the lips. “Change the sheets.”

* * *

That night was awful, the pain in my breasts was horrific, it seemed the bigger they got the worse the pain was after injections. Like typical growing pains that all girls get but so much worse. More exaggerated. It was as if I could feel the cells dividing and multiplying, like I could feel the skin stretching and the milk ducts preparing themselves.

* * *

When morning came and the doctor arrived with breakfast I tried to stand but I was so exhausted and my breasts felt so heavy I simply rolled over and crawled to the door. Looking up the doctor seemed elated.

“My little cow,” he beamed. “Look at how those udders hang beneath you.”

I looked like he asked and was amazed, they were growing so rapidly now, they were swaying beneath me and I’d never felt sexier. Instinctively I crawled to the doctor and reached for his crotch, I wanted to please him, to feel him grow hard in my mouth but he pulled away instantly.

“Not yet sweetie, not until you join the farm, then you will pleasure me and do all the sexual favours I ask of you. You’re not ready yet, but soon.”

He placed the breakfast tray on the floor. Resigned, I looked down at it, the glass of water was now replaced by a water bowl. I was expected to slurp it up like an animal, I guessed that any other girl would be horrified, that I should feel oppressed and degraded but I didn’t, this meant I was doing good, now I was on all fours I’d never walk upright again. I lowered my head and began to lap up the water, my udders resting on the cold floor, my nipples rock hard.

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Fifty Shades of Silver Ch. 12

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Thank you, Captain. May I have another?

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Silver and I are snuggling when Chris returns from the galley with refreshments. Setting the tray on the bed, he stretches out on the other side of Silver and pops a grape in her mouth, following it with a kiss. Looking at me, he reaches over with another grape and drops in into mine. Silver giggles when he leans across her body, making as if he’s going to kiss me too; knowing he is just jacking with us, I slug him in the arm and she laughs out loud. We enjoy our intermission with each other, quietly chatting about nothing and everything. All the while, the three of us are enjoying each other’s bodies… gently caressing… touching, exploring, fondling.

I’m surprised when she grasps each of us by the hand, placing our respective palms on the other’s chest. Curious, we witness her use our hands to caress and feel each other. His chest is ridiculously hard and smooth. I know I’m nowhere near this cut, but there is no indication in his face that he is freaking out or anything. Neither am I. Silver sure seems to be enjoying the moment. Sure, it feels a little weird touching another guy, but, why not… I like him. Obviously Silver likes him and wants to see us touching each other, if only for a minute. Chris looks at me, question in his eyes.

“Anything. Anytime. Anywhere… that’s what I tell Silver. A.N.T.H.I.N.G, she wants. You’re either all in, or not.”

“Man, you must love and trust each other so much…” He gasps, looking down to see his nipple between Silver’s fingers.

“So, Christopher, are you ALL IN?” says Silver, giggling at the double entendre.

“In for a penny…” Chris replies thoughtfully, then says with a rumble,

“Yes…”

…

“Shelly, darling…”

…

Her actual first name coming out of his mouth and hitting her like a velvet hammer.

…

“I’m all in.”

She doesn’t hear the last part as her hands clench… fuck she’s strong, and she swoons… literally. Her head falls as air escapes her lungs with a rush, exposing her long neck… jugular throbbing visibly.

I can almost hear her heartbeat.

Silver’s deep inhale accompanies her head snapping back, feral eyes zeroing in on the lips that evoked such a response.

And jumps him.

Again, literally.

I snatch the tray before it slides off the bed and place it on the floor. Turning back to the couple beside me, I see and hear Silver licking and sucking her name right out of his mouth. Pushing him back on the bed and sitting up, she shakes shaking her arms then uses her thumbs to relax and flatten her taut nipples.

“Say it again” she demands.

…

“Shhheellly”

Chris and I watch the goosebumps race across her skin. They rush up her breasts; nipples transforming into rigid peaks right before our eyes. Up her neck, causing it to bend back…the tiny hairs on her nape standing at attention. It’s as if the goosebumps are escaping from Silver’s open mouth as she shudders with a groan, “Oh… god… Christopher”; his name dripping out of her mouth.

I have no idea how he knows her full first name, but I’ve seen this same effect recently when working out with Silver. Wow. She is crawling up Chris’ body, glancing at me to make sure I’m watching.

Watching? Of course I’m watching!

She is a sleek cat, stalking her prey… purring as she moves. The look on his face is a mixture of lust, controlled only by fear. Strong hands grip the sheets helplessly. Wait, not fear, apprehension? No, anticipation. Lustful anticipation. Running her nails up his torso, leaving red trails behind, she crawls up the length of his body, lowering her nipples to rake against his smooth belly and chest, saying in a low voice, “Do not put that thing inside me…” Stopping when her knees are level with his quivering pecs, she slowly lowers herself, nestling his growing member between her legs with a sigh.

“And, Do. Not. Cum.” Giving Chris a serious look as she uses her fingers to adjust their position in order to gain maximum contact; his thick shaft resting on his stomach. She sits for a moment, feeling his length pressing tightly against her clit, swollen lips splayed wide against his girth. I know the spasming heat of her asshole and the wetness in between are drawing the remainder of his boiling blood to his growing cock.

“Sweet Holy Jesus, your cock is so wide, Christopher” she moans.

I hear a sucking sound as she slides forward, lifting slightly, exposing the thick shaft coated in her viscous sheen of white. The twitching head coming to rest against her asshole. She applies a little pressure, feeling the large head pushing against her hot, clenching anus. He groans, as does she.

We are both watching Silver’s enraptured face as another deep moan emits from her core when she slides back along denizli escort the rail; back and forth to the rhythm of her own breathing. The only sounds coming from the white knuckled man gripping the sheets under her, are uncontrolled grunts and growls, mixed in with various inflections of the word ‘fuck’.

Dude, you better not cum.

“Touch my nipples” she breaths.

I know instinctively she means Chris. Her eyes follow his hands as they release their death grip on the sheets; sliding up over her hips, making their way up her torso to cup her breasts. Massaging softly, his fingers gently tug the pert flesh of her nipples. Hooded eyes close tightly as she throws her head back. Breathing becoming ragged, as she increases the tempo of her hips against his.

“Oh… my god…kiss me…” floats to my ear, barely audible. Our new friend is in no condition to do anything but lay there and fondle her soft breasts. Kneeling on the bed beside her, I place my mouth on hers; immediately, she wraps her arms around my neck and shoves her tongue in my mouth. Grinding furiously against the length of Chris’ rigid shaft, her moans increase, getting louder and higher pitched with each thrust. I feel her hand wrap around my cock, stroking in rhythm with her hips. Silver stops… grimacing hard against my mouth. Breaking our kiss with a gasp, she emits a low, deep scream that can’t be muted behind her hand. I lean back and she collapses on Chris’ chest, my rigid pole slipping from her grasp.

“Sweet. Holy. Jesus.” She breaths into his neck.

Daaammmm.

That. Was. Amazing.

Looking down at Chris, his eyes are closed and he is breathing hard. “Oh god…” he finally groans. “Baby, if you don’t stop grinding against my cock, I’m going to cum all over us.”

With a devilish grin, Silver quickly rolls over on to her back. She is still trying to catch her breath while Chris releases his own held breath and slumps back on the sheets with a groan. Dropping down beside her, I pull her mouth to mine in a soft kiss, then whispering against her mouth, “That was incredible, my delicious Hotwife. God I love watching you cum.” She responds by thrusting her tongue into my mouth; probing and nipping my tongue. Pulling away to nestle against my neck, “I want him inside me, baby” she whispers in my ear… “I want him inside you too, my sexy cock lover” is my whispered reply.

Seeing us cuddling, Chris moves to get up.

Turning to him, “Ohhhhh… no, Captain. I’ve still got plans for you” the sultry, southern lilt stopping him in his tracks. Lounging languidly back on the pillows, Silver uses a single finger to beckon Chris while addressing me, “Sweetheart, do you mind… just for a little while… sitting in the chair? I’d like you to watch us… you’d like that, right?” She already knows the answer, but I reply as I slide off of the bed, “Whatever, whenever, however you want my darling.” Before sitting down, I lean over and kiss her hard, whispering as we break the kiss, “Thank you baby… I love you so much. I’m really going to enjoy this.”

“So am I” kissing me again.

Positioning the chair at the best angle, I settle my naked body back, semi-hard cock already beginning to twitch.

Silver, soon to experience her very first cock as a Hotwife, smiles at me brilliantly as she lays back too. Then turning to Chris, pulls him on top of her, capturing his mouth. I know that I’m not forgotten in her head as she and Chris begin to writhe against each other, mouths and hands seeking out every bit of flesh. Teeth, lips, tongue all working in a frenzy as the collective heart rates of the room increase. Watching Silver from here is fascinating and incredibly hot. It’s almost like watching my Hotwife in a sex video… but waaaay better. I know this her first time to fuck another guy during our marriage… I think she is as excited as I am; probably more.

Her knees slide apart to allow one of his thighs to slip in between. I see her hands massaging, gripping and fingernails raking his tight ass while both of his are doing their best to caress while supporting his upper body. Their mouths never part as they learn more about each other through touch, taste and sound. I hear Silver moan against his mouth as her hips rotate and thrust against his hard thigh; soft, wet sounds emanating from between them. Chris breaks the kiss with a gasp as Silver squirms under him, finally untangling their legs until he comes to rest between her thighs… raging hard cock trapped, the length pressing on her clit. From my angle I can see Silver’s wet, swollen pussy contracting rhythmically in time with her short breaths. There is a creamy drip of female fluid slipping down her labia; fuck, I’ve never seen her so wet.

I watch as my wife looks into Chris’ eyes, “Fuck me, Christopher… I need you inside me…now.” Glancing over his shoulder, “Are you ready, babyyyyyy…?? … uuunnnngggggghnnn” her sentence cut short when he reaches down and starts rubbing the bulbous diyarbakır escort head against her sloppy pussy. His ass lifts up and back; I have a clear view of Silver’s heavenly entrance, while his thick cock and heavy balls dangle below his clenching asshole. Demonstrating an incredible amount of self control Chris asks my beautiful wife, “Are you sure this is what you want sweetheart… I know,it’s your first…” A nanosecond pause is all she allows before smiling at him, “Oh, god, yes… please fuck me… baby, come hold my hand…”

I’m out of my chair in a flash. OMG… my amazing, wonderful, sexy wife Silver, is about to become my amazing Hotwife, Silver.

Maintaining eye contact with the panting man poised above her, she grasps my hand and says,

“Fuck me, Ch…” the head of his cock already finding its way into her waiting pussy, “Ooohhhhhh gooooddd… baby…” shifting her eyes to the sight of his fat cock head disappearing into her body. “Ohhhh god, yessss…” turns quickly into a guttural moan. She was squeezing my hand hard when she yelped and slammed her eyes shut. “Oh, shit… that’s soooo big baby…”

Holy fuck, I’m pretty sure he only penetrated a couple of inches… his cock is only a little longer than mine, so… damnnnnn, girth matters!

Concerned, Chris immediately begins to withdraw with a slurp, but before he is able to exit her wet pussy, Silver’s hands reach under her thighs and pull herself wide. She is ready to lose her Hotwife virginity to the man dripping sweat from his muscular chest. He descends more urgently this time, eliciting a gasp and groan from my Silver Hotwife. Responding to her groans with, “Fuck! You are so tight!!” his sentence devolves into grunts of his own.

Chris pauses a moment, allowing the thick member to slowly expand Silver’s tight entrance as she groans. I watch, transfixed… as red finger nails dig into soft, feminine thighs; trying to make room for his girth. “More…” she pleads; moans getting louder as she begins to gasp. Moving around behind Chris; I see his thick cock buried to the hilt in Silver’s stretched pussy, her widespread thighs trembling. I can see her convulsing around his shaft, her hot creamy fluids dripping from his hanging balls.

I’m completely speechless as he begins to pump. I can hear Silver’s lustful growls and moans mixed with every imaginable word to coax a man to climax, her face contorted in pleasure. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Her eyes flutter open, first, to the man sliding his cock in and out of her slick, tight pussy, then over his shoulder to me… and smiles. I’m sure Chris is watching our interaction, because he slips his hands under her ass without warning and slams his cock into her body. He may have reached depths I’ve never imagined.

Silver screams.

Again.

Again, again, again, each time, her hard bodied stud buries his shaft deep with a grunt. “Ohhhhh GOD!! Yessss baby, fuck me… fuck me… FUCK MEEE AAAHHHHHH…” over and over, Chris keeps his tempo fast and hard, pummeling her pussy ruthlessly to her cries of pleasure coursing through her body. Silver’s screams turn into keening as Christopher slams home one last time.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS…” the two sweat soaked bodies buck against each other, Silver wraps her legs tightly around muscular torso and her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate, full body kiss. I can see his testicles drawing up against his body, shaft pulsing hot streams of cum deep into Silver’s hungry pussy.

Silver is a nonstop, quivering, groping, moaning Hotwife; I know the feeling of her pussy wrapped tight around my cock. Chris is now feeling the same walls squeezing his thick shaft, milking the seed from his full, heavy balls.

The pumping begins again; growls emanate from both, as I watch their combined fluids flow out on each slow stroke… eventually coming to a shuddering stop, Christopher catching most of his bulk before collapsing on Silver.

The room descends into near silence. Soft, labored breathing the only intruder.

Chris shifts slightly and a moan escapes her mouth. Clutching each other, Silver slowly straightens her legs with a mixture of a groan and sigh. I move back and sit on the bed next to her head as Chris lifts his hips slightly, still firmly ensconced inside her, allowing those long legs to stretch out under his muscular frame. Capturing her mouth with his, Chris slowly lays his full length on her again, while still supporting his weight. I hear a sigh against his mouth, then grasping my hand, Silver falls limp on the bed, eyes closed.

“Holy fuck, that was the best sex I never had” I say to the room.

Feeling Silver’s hand squeezing, she says behind closed eyes, “Wow… I don’t know if I should say thank you or you’re welcome…” I can’t discern the muffled response from the man still buried deep inside her, but the gentle rotating of his hips telling.

Yeah… WOW.

I antalya escort feel Silver’s hand slip from mine to join the other, clenching his ass cheeks… encouraging him to continue his circular pubic massage. She turns her face to me, licking her lips, “I know I have one more in me…and I know you do…Chris?”

He lifts his hips with a wet sucking sound, making her gasp. I move so that I’m kneeling by her head, aching cock straining for release. Silvers hot mouth encompasses half of my shaft without warning. I feel her extended tongue rubbing the tender underside as her lips seal around the shaft, beginning. Her vibrating moans resulting from Chris’ steady rhythm quickly escalating my desire to cum.

This is unbelievable… Silver’s first double penetration of her life is DEFINITELY another first. She must be thinking the same thing based on her feverish cock sucking as Chris fucks her again.

His steady thrusts are becoming more urgent as the tempo increases and the sounds of wet sex fill the room again. I feel the head of my cock pressing on her throat and gasp as Silver smiles around the shaft, her nose pressed against my skin; no indication of a gag at all. My eyes go wide as she withdraws, lips tight. Engulfing my entire length, she deep throats the shaft; throbbing head lodged in her newly expanded passage, nose pressed against me again. Eyes locked with mine, Silver smiles again. Oh my god, another first…Thank you Chris and your huge fucking cock. Her smile turns slowly into a grimace as her new fuck buddy’s labored breathing rasps in our ears. “Fuck that is sexy!” We both turn to the man watching us; Silver’s mouth continuing to slide up and down the length of my shaft as she locks eyes with him, saliva beginning to drip down her chin with each wet cycle. I see her nails dig into his back leaving 8 parallel scratches in his tan skin.

Encouraged, the tempo increases across the board; no talking, just moans, sighs grunts and other sounds I didn’t realize a woman could make.

I feel my orgasm building; it looks like we may have found a unicorn as Silver releases my cock with a cry, she wraps her arms around Chris as his urgent thrusting pushes her toward the edge again. Opening her mouth in a silent scream, she sucks my cock back in and fucks me with her mouth as she bucks against the hard body crushing her on the bed.

“I’m going to cum!”

Jinx. Fuck.

Chris and I lock eyes as our orgasms take over; the gut wrenching feeling causes our bodies to jerk and spasm as jets of cum from Chris’ second climax filling her pussy to overflowing, while her mouth and throat work to swallow my hot offering at the same time. As a third spasm wracks my body, Silver cries out, her body submitting inevitable; her silent scream filling the room. My free cock still spurting, deposits a stream on her chin as she bucks hard under his hard body. Another rope of cum drapes across her mouth, her tongue immediately coaxing the fluids inside. She reaches up and pulls Chris down for a wet, sticky kiss. He doesn’t hesitate, claiming her cum covered mouth with his while Silver continues to match his frenzied thrusts until she goes completely stiff, toes pointing, eyes squeezing tight.

“Oh my goooOOODDDDD! Yessss!” Silver shouts as her head slams back on the pillow. Chris is still pumping for all he’s worth even though his orgasm is fading. We watch in wonder as her face contorts and body quivers as the sexual climax, driven by two throbbing cocks, overtakes her body. She is whimpering, gasping and when a word finally forms on her lips, it comes out slowly and ends with in another sexually induced scream.

“FffuuuucCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!” her body flopping around, as much as the weight on her allows, in uncontrolled spasms. I can hear the juices forced out of her body every time her pussy walls contract around his softening shaft.

With a final shudder, Silver goes silent. Again.

Ok. Chris is a keeper.

God I love my woman.

Silver begins to stir with a moan.

Dropping my arm over the side of the bed, I grab a tumbler and suck in a mouthful of ice water. Chris watches again as I let the cool liquid quench her parched throat as the still quivering Silver gulps down the refreshment. Seeing that Chris doesn’t have the strength to punch me, I refrain from trying to bird feeding him and hand him the glass, which he nearly empties with a grateful grunt.

With a satisfied sigh and a smile to match, Chris slowly slides out and off of her slick body leaving one muscular leg draped across her hip. Silver moans a complaint and squeezes her thighs together, attempting to reconcile the new emptiness within. She grabs me by the wrist and places my hand over her drenched, well fucked pussy. I’ve never seen or felt so much cum.

Both His and Hers.

“Oh god, oh god…” comes the whisper as I easily slip two fingers into her wet, gaping tunnel. Straining against my hand, Silver cums again, quick and violent, through clenched teeth. My hand is flooded with hot, sticky cum. Finally, she collapses on the bed, a Threesome Virgin no longer.

Chris empties the glass into his mouth and with a nod from me, leans down to provide his new fuck buddy with cool liquid to sooth her raw throat. Her eyes open with a sultry, sexually satisfied smile as she sucks the water from his mouth.

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