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#Anna#

Apart from a slight soreness, I feel Jacks sperm burn inside me.

I get up and say. “I’m sorry, but I need to go to the toilet.”

I quickly walk towards the bathroom and sit down on the toilet. I relax my pelvic floor muscles and try using my fingers to get Jack’s remaining sperm out of me. With my scooping motion, a thick drop falls into the toilet.

‘Fuck! Why did you have to cum inside me? I hope that pill works.’ I think, and I sight again as another tear rolls down my cheek.

‘I should have insisted on using a condom. -But it felt so good when Jack came inside me.’ The mixed feelings confuse me. I shouldn’t like it; I should be angry that he didn’t ask. ‘But I’ve made him happy, isn’t that all that matters?’

Although I still feel a stickiness coating my insides, I’m unable to get out more. So I silently curse myself again.

I look around the bathroom, feeling anxious to walk back to my room naked. But, apart from a pink bathrobe, there’s nothing to wear. I frown and take hold of it; I shake my head as I look into the mirror.

‘What does he see in me?’ I think as I inspect my pale body. ‘There’s nothing special about me, on the contrary. I look weird; everything is white or pink. Fucking albinism-‘

The bathroom door opens right after a light knock; Jack looks at me from the door and asks. “Are you alright?”

I quickly wrap the bathrobe around me and look at him. He’s leaning against the frame, completely naked. He frowns and steps towards me. Blushing slightly, I answer, “Yea, no problem.”

He closes the distance between us and brushes my white hair behind my ear. He then places his fingers on my chin and lifts my head; His lips touch mine. My heart flutters at the light touch. Next, his hand slide down along my neck as he deepens the kiss. Then, His thumbs slide under the collar of the rob and push it backwards. I frown and break the kiss, grab the bathrobe and hold it in a way he can’t move it off my shoulders.

I look down, avoiding his gaze. Knowing that if I look into those steel-grey eyes, I’ll let him do whatever he wants, I’ve already proven that.

‘No condom, What was I thinking?’ The thought goes through my mind while the strange wetness inside me serves as a reminder.

Again he places his fingers on my chin and lifts my head. His eyes find mine, the butterflies in my stomach reacting instantly. Finally, he gives me a soft kiss and says. “You shouldn’t be shy; I’m naked too, right?” His fingers caress my cheek, and I feel my resistance weaken.

‘Does he know I can’t say no to him?’ I think as I reluctantly open my bathrobe and let it slide off my shoulders.

Jack smiles when the bathrobe falls to the floor, letting his eyes travel up and down and says. “Good girl! Come.” The tone of the last word made it clear that he expected me to obey.

‘Did he just call me a good girl?’ I frown and look down again. I feel my cheeks burn. ‘And why do I get excited about it?’ Confused, I look up and see him stepping through the door. Without thinking, I quickly follow him. Feeling an irresistible urge to do what he tells me to.

#Jack#

I shake my head as I step into Anna’s room. ‘What was I thinking, calling her a good girl. dick move!’ I think as I sit down on her bed; Anna swiftly positions herself in front of me. Surprised, I look up. After what I just said, I assumed she’d be angry or feel humiliated. Instead, she looks at me with those mesmerising light blue eyes highlighted with traces of red, her head slightly tilted. Her hands in front of her hips, fingers curled lightly, touching her clean-shaven pubic mound. I let my eyes wander; her perky breasts toped with areolas just a shade darker than her pale skin. Her flat belly with the cutest navel I’ve ever seen. My cock twitches.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

Anna frowns. “I don’t know; you told me to come with you.” She starts nibbling her lower lip.

I frown while I think. ‘Does Anna expect me to tell her what to do?’

With a smile, I say. “Oh,” I say. “Yea, It was my turn, I guess?”

Anna’s eyes go wide. “You want to keep playing?”

I nod. “Why not? It’s been fun, and we’ve got all night.”

Anna frowns; She looks down, shifting her weight repeatedly from one leg to the other. “Alright, a few more.”

“Great.” I take her phone off the nightstand and hit the go button.

‘Anna: Truth or dare.’

I hand the phone to Anna, and she hits the truth button.

‘Anna, If your partner cheated on you, what would be your first reaction.’

“I’d probably cry,” She says. “Wondering what I did or didn’t do that you’d had to cheat.” She looks up to me and continues. “But I think you wouldn’t cheat on me, right?”

‘So we’re in a relationship now?’ I think. Smiling at her, I reply. “Of course not; who would cheat on you?”

Anna shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s my turn?” I ask her as I hold out my hand. Anna hits the go button and hands the phone over. I hit dare without hesitation.

‘Jack, casino siteleri make a video of Anna fingering herself.’

“Nice one!” I say as I look up at Anna; she frowns and looks at me anxiously. Her reaction is apparent; she doesn’t like this. I sigh and say. “Are we skipping this one?”

Her face brightens as she smiles eagerly. I press the go button again.

‘Anna: truth or dare.’

“Can I take a truth?” she asks.

“No, your previous choice was a truth. Now it’s dare; that was the deal.”

She nods and presses dare.

‘Anna, For the next three days. do a dare of the highest level every day.’

Anna nods and hands the phone to me.

I go for daring again.

‘Jack, send a dick-pic to Anna.’

I smile and open the camera on Anna’s phone. I take the picture and hand her phone back.

Anna blushes as she looks at the picture. She bites her lip and lets her eyes slide to my member. Then, when she looks back at her phone, she asks. “The last one for today? I’ll take a dare.”

I smile and say. “Yes, fine.”

Anna presses the dare button.

‘Anna, sit on Jack in cowgirl. Then, while you ride him, beg him to cum inside.’

Again she looks at me anxiously and opens her mouth to say something. I shake my head. ‘I won’t let this one pass.’ I think.

“You said it yourself. A dare is a dare. And we’ve already done something similar.”

She lowers her eyes and nods. Then, after a few seconds, she says. “You’re right,” she says softly. “I’ll do it.”

I quickly lie down on my back, and Anna places herself above my hip. I take hold of my cock and hold it towards her entrance. Slowly as she bites her lip, she lowers herself. Lubricated by my cum, I slide smoothly into her narrow channel. When I’m entirely inside her, she starts rocking her hips gently. Her vaginal walls are massaging my length, making me moan.

She places her hands on my chest and starts lifting her hips; every time she lets them fall, she lets out the cutest moan. Then, she looks into my eyes and bites her lower lip. Hesitant, with her lilting voice no louder than a whisper, she says. “Cum inside me.”

I grab her hip and use my grip to give her movements extra intensity. She gasps for air, and I smile. Teasing, I ask. “What did you say? I didn’t understand you.”

She moans and closes her eyes. Then, a little louder, she says. “Please cum inside me.”

Her words don’t miss their effect, and I feel the pressure build in my balls.

I lift her hips a little and start fucking her. My first thrust makes her lose her balance. Anna falls forward, causing her head to be next to mine. I reposition my hands with one hand and firm grip on the back of her neck; I hold her head close to mine. At the same time, my other hand rests at the small of her back. I thrust harder and faster; Anna gasps and moans with each thrust. Finally, I turn my head to face her. She’s frowning; her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

‘She’s so beautiful.’ I think. I keep up my pace and feel my orgasm approaching. “I’m almost there; where did you want me to cum?”

Anna looks at me and gets a cute blush on her cheeks. “Just do it. In- inside me.”

I curl my back and thrust deep into Anna, grabbing her hips with both hands, trying to push myself deeper. My balls tense, and my most intense orgasm ever passes through my body. Anna squeals as I shoot my first squirt into her. Her pussy tightens around my member. I groan and feel the rest of my orgasm flow into her. With each spurt, I feel her pussy contract as if it is milking me.

I lower my hips and pull Anna with me. I roll over and come to lie on top of her. I kiss her soft lips, and she wraps her arms around me. After a few minutes of kissing, my member begins to go limp. I straighten myself and pull my member out, and lay down alongside her.

She looks at me and says, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

I frown. “No, please stay here; I want to cuddle a bit.”

Anna looks at me hesitantly and says. “But I’m going to stain the sheets.”

I smile, take my pillow and say. “Raise your hips.” She does as I ask, and I place it under her butt, keeping her hips high. I smile and wrap my arms around her and say. “There, now you won’t.”

#Anna#

Jack’s method proved to be effective; my raised hips kept his seed from leaking out. Which also means that it is now pooling inside me. I close my eyes, and a shiver goes through my body as his hand caresses my belly.

His gentle touch puts me at ease. His caressing relaxes me, and soon, I drift asleep.

When I wake up the following day, I have a soaring feeling between my legs and in my lower abdomen. I can still feel his sperm inside me. I look aside; Jack is still asleep. I get up, get some clean clothes and go to the bathroom. After washing myself thoroughly, I go to the kitchen and make breakfast.

“Good morning Anna.” Jack’s voice is cheerful, and he smiles when I look güvenilir casino at him. “Did you sleep well?”

I nod, placing the pancakes I just made on the table. “I made breakfast.”

Jack smiles and says. “I can see that, yes, thanks.” Then, he steps up to me and kisses me; immediately, I feel a warmth spread in my chest. Then, he sits down and takes a pancake from the stack. “What do you want to do today?”

‘Is he planning to stay?’ I think and answer his question. “Lilly and I are going to the sauna later.”

Jack sighs. “I’ll pass on that. So you go, and I’ll come back tonight.”

“Tonight?” I look at him questioningly.

“Yeah, Your parents are still travelling, and I thought we should take advantage of it?” His eyes find mine, and I bite my lip. “Or would you rather we didn’t?”

I think. ‘Oh god, I can’t let Jack down. I’ve waited years for his attention.’ I shake my head and say. “No, that’s fine! I like being with you.”

Jack smiles and takes another pancake. “Perfect! I’m looking forward to it.”

—

Shortly after noon, the doorbell rings; as soon as I open the door, Lilly hugs me. “How was it? Jack looked happy when he came home, so tell me everything!”

“I’ll tell you on the way,” I say as I take my backpack. “Right now, all I want is to be able to stay at the spa as long as possible.”

We get to the car and leave; on the way, I tell her everything that happened last night. I had started to tell her everything superficially, but Lilly kept interrupting me, asking for more details. So halfway through the story, I began also to describe the details.

“- It was fantastic; I’ve never come like that before.” I continued with my story. “And suddenly, he turned me around and pulled my hips up; I understood what he wanted, and when I nodded, he gently pushed back inside. However, it wasn’t long before he started thrusting harder. And suddenly, he came. I was startled, I tried to pull away, but he made sure I couldn’t and-“

Lilly interrupted me, her voice filled with anger. “What did he do! He didn’t ask if he could cum in you?”

“No, but-” I stumble.

Lilly starts yelling. “I’ll kill him! He can’t-“

“Lilly!” I interrupt her. “It’s ok, he assumed he could, and I’m taking the pill-“

I feel myself getting dizzy as fear overwhelms me. ‘Fuck! I forgot to take my pill yesterday.’ I think.

Lilly looks aside. “Are you alright, Anna? You look a bit pale.”

I nod quickly; considering her earlier reaction, I don’t dare say what I just thought. “Yeah, I was dizzy for a while, probably car sickness.” I lie while avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, we’re almost there.” So says Lilly as she turns into a small street that leads to the spa’s parking lot. She shakes her head.

“He should have asked Anna, I’m on the pill too, but I don’t want anyone to cum inside me.”

Mainly to calm tempers, I say. “I didn’t mind. It was quite exciting.”

‘I’ll better stop telling her more. If she hears that at the next dare, he insisted that I’d beg him to cum inside me, she’ll really kill him.’ I think while biting my lip. ‘And even though I didn’t want him to cum in me again, it was obvious he was enjoying it so much. I made him happy, and that’s the most important thing.’

The car stops, and my thoughts are interrupted. I look up and see that we have arrived at the spa. The complex is enormous and looks very modern. The car park is much bigger than I would expect for a spa and suddenly anxiety takes over again.

“Lilly, this is a public Sauna!” I say, shocked.

“Yeah, do you really think a private sauna can be that cheap?” Answers Lilly, and she shakes her head. “Don’t panic; there’s only a small part where you have to be naked, and we don’t have to go there.”

Lilly’s words put me at ease a bit. Although I had taken a one-piece swimming suit instead of a bikini, had I known this.

We enter the complex and look at the price list to choose the package. Lilly gives me a push and says. “Look, for 20$ more, we can take a package with a massage.”

I smile. ‘A massage would be nice.’ I think, and I say. “Good. let’s take that one.”

We step up to the cash register and order our tickets. The woman at the reception gives us some information and asks. “What massage would you have liked, face or body?”

Lilly answers immediately. “Body.” The receptionist taps on her computer and gives us our tickets, after which we change and step into the spa.

The inside of the complex is even more impressive than the outside. All the walls are finished in black natural stone, and blue lights create a relaxing atmosphere. I smile and step straight into the pool. The water is pleasantly warm, and soon, despite my earlier doubts, I feel at ease. While we talk, we regularly switch between the different saunas and pools.

After about two hours, Lilly says. “We have to go to our massage.”

I look at the large clock on the wall and nod. “Yes, I just saw a sign indicating the canlı casino massage rooms.”

Lilly gets out of the pool and puts on her bathrobe, I instantly regret not bringing one myself, and we follow the signs. Suddenly we arrive at a frosted glass door. The meaning of the pictogram in the middle of the door is clear. No bathing suits allowed.

Again, I am overwhelmed by anxiety.

“Lilly,” I grab her arm. “That’s where you need to be naked.”

Lilly rolls her eyes and says. “It’s just walking through Anna; You can use my bathrobe.” She pulls open the door and pushes me into the airlock.

As soon as the frosted glass door closes behind us, I hear the door in front of me unlock. I look at Lilly, who has already taken off the top of her bikini. Reluctantly I follow her example and undress. Once naked, Lilly gives me her bathrobe, which I gratefully wrap around my body.

We step through the door, and I look around. At first sight, there are about ten people present. Most of them are over 50, and it is clear that we, being 18, are the youngest.

I quickly continue in the sign’s direction, but an employee stops me after my second step. “Excuse me, ma’am. But clothing is not allowed here. There are lockers to put your things in.”

I feel a blush appear on my cheeks and nod. I look at Lilly, who clearly has no problem with being naked. She looks at me relaxed and puts her hand on my back. Gently she pushes me towards the locker and whispers. “Don’t worry about it; everyone is naked here. They’ll look at you more if you’re not.”

I look down at the floor, let the bathrobe slide off my shoulders, and place it in the locker. Then, as best I can, I use my arms and hands to cover my body and quickly step towards the massage rooms. On the way, I can swear that at least five men are staring at me, blushing and embarrassed, I arrive at the rooms.

We both enter a separate room; glad that I have found some privacy despite my nakedness, I try to relax. In the middle of the small space is a massage table. On the other side of the room is a door marked ‘staff only’.

I lie down on my stomach on the table. About one minute later, the ‘staff only’ door opens. When I look up and see a young man, about 30, entering the room, anxiety overwhelms me once again. Fiercely blushing, I wish I could sink through the floor. ‘Oh God, a man. And I’m naked and alone. What if he tries something?’

The man smiles and says. “First time? You seem a bit tense.”

Unable to speak, I nod, and he smiles again. Then, in a soft voice, he says. “Try to relax a bit. I’ll do my best to make it as pleasant as possible.” He steps towards me, takes a towel from under the table and places it over my bottom. His hands go to a pump, and he takes an oil that smells like lavender.

His first touch sends a shiver down my body; he gently rubs the oil over my back and neck and then starts massaging my shoulders. His strong hands exert just enough pressure, and after a few minutes, I feel myself relaxing. He rubs from my shoulders to my neck and back to my shoulders. I close my eyes and enjoy the massage. Gradually he massages lower and lower on my back until he is just above my bottom.

He stops, takes a bit of oil and steps to the foot end of the table, where he takes hold of my foot. Again he starts massaging with the perfect amount of pressure, gradually working his way up to my calves. His hands go higher and higher until they reach the edge of the towel, about 7 inches above my knee.

I open my eyes and think. ‘Oh god, a few more inches, and he can touch my pussy. If he does that, I’ll never be able to defend myself.’ I think

I bite my lip; the thought is arousing, and I feel a tingle in my pussy.

His hands slide a little higher, pushing the towel upwards. His gentle touch makes me gasp for air, and unconsciously I moan softly.

Realising what I’ve just done, I start blushing again and mumble. “Sorry.”

The man smiles and says. “No problem,” He slides his hand slightly higher. And again, I moan before I can stop myself. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

His hands now massage my thighs a few inches from my pussy; I’m sure when he lifts his fingers, he’s touching my pussy. The thought excites me further, and unconsciously I open my legs a little. The towel has now been pushed up so far that he can probably see everything, perhaps even the wetness forming between my legs. My heart is beating violently against my chest.

The man lets his hands slide down, and the trans is broken. I breathe heavily, embarrassed that I hoped he would touch me more intimately.

His hands take hold of my other foot, and again he starts massaging me. Furthermore, he’s gradually moving his hands upwards, and again I sink deeper into the trans of pleasure. Finally, his hands slide higher and higher, and suddenly he is a few inches from my pussy again. Meanwhile, every movement of his hands on my thighs makes me moan openly. Then, unconsciously, I open my legs further.

The man’s hand on the outside of my leg slides up my buttock. The pressure of the movement makes my buttocks rise, I feel the skin of my loins tighten, and my labia open a little. My eyes fly open, and I stop breathing. Suddenly I think. ‘Is he going to-‘

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I was working at my desk when I heard the front door to the office open. A few seconds later, in walked Dana, as I had been expecting.

“Good morning,” she said in her typical sing-song manner of greeting. Sitting her bag and coffee thermos down and removing her coat, she looked around the work area and noticed that no one else was there.

“It’s just us today?” she asked.

“Just us,” I responded. “All day.”

“Oh… so…” Dana continued, sounding unsure of what to say.

“So I think you know how the day will start,” I interjected as I unzipped my pants. I was already thinking of how I was going to use Dana today.

“Yes, sir, I do,” she said, sounding resigned, as she walked to my desk and immediately dropped to her knees. I pulled my pants all the way down, freeing my erection to tower menacingly in front of her face. She gazed at it with a mix of admiration and apprehension.

“You’re so hard, sir. So big.”

“And I know you can take it all. Suck.” I grabbed her hair and shoved my cock forcefully between her full, plump lips as she grunted in surprise. Her eyes bulged as I pushed into her throat, but she took it like a professional cocksucker. Soon I was balls deep, giving her a slow and steady facefucking.

“Such a perfect start to the day. Do you agree?” I stared down at her while she struggled to keep my cock down her throat. I pulled out to let her answer the question.

“Yes, sir, I agree. I love sucking your cock to start the day.”

“That’s my good slut,” I responded as I returned my stiff cock to the warm embrace of her mouth and throat. About twenty more seconds of throatfucking passed before my next question.

“Did you fuck your husband last night?”

“No, sir, I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“You texted and told me not to.”

“Good girl. How did he feel about that?”

“He was annoyed but I told him to just jerk off because I was too tired.”

I laughed at this as I pushed my dick back in her mouth, gripping her hair tight as I fucked her face. Over the wet, sloppy gagging sounds I continued speaking to my slut.

“Poor guy, forced to jerk off because his wife likes her manager’s cock better than his. When is the last time he made you cum?”

“I don’t even remember. When he fucks me the whole process only lasts a few minutes and I have to get myself off after on my own. That’s why I’m happy you take care of me.” This time, Dana put her mouth back on my cock, rather than me forcing it down. She moaned with pleasure as she throated me. I knew almost immediately that that was going to push me over the edge.

“I’m going to cum, Dana. Get ready.”

“Mmmhmm,” she responded as she sucked more vigorously. I felt myself lose control and began pumping a thick, creamy load into Dana’s waiting mouth. She moaned with pleasure as shot after shot plastered her tongue and throat.

“Are you going to swallow that load for me?”

“Mmm!” Dana’s eyes lit up with excitement as she stood up and quickly moved to her desk. She picked up the coffee cup she had brought with her, removing the lid and bringing it to her mouth. She let the thick load drip between her lips and into the cup. I watched as she let every drop fall from her mouth. When she was satisfied she had gotten all of it, she replaced the lid and gave me a beaming smile.

“Cream for my coffee, like we talked about. Thank you, sir.” We had previously discussed Dana’s cum fetish, in which she craved cum almost all the time, and wanted to be forced to eat and güvenilir bahis drink it in different contexts than simply sucking cock.

“Excellent. I think you’re ready to get some work done. When you get all those reports finished, I’ll give you some more attention. You’re going to cum for me this morning, too.

“Yes, sir. I’ll work quickly.”

I was already getting hard again at the idea of Dana sipping on my cum all morning while she worked. We would have to make that part of our routine.

A few hours later, I checked on Dana’s progress.

“How’s it going?” asked as I came up behind her desk. I allowed my hands to rest on her shoulders, slowly moving them down to her heavy tits.

“Oh, sir… almost done. Just a few more minutes.”

“Good. Because I’m so hard at the idea of fucking your slutty little holes that I can’t wait much longer.”

Dana squirmed in excitement at this, clearly dealing with some arousal of her own. I gave her tits a firm squeeze and walked back to my desk, completing some minor administrative tasks while I waited.

Finally, Dana stood up at her desk and turned to look at me with a devilish grin. She sauntered over to me, allowing her hips to sway seductively the whole time.

“Sir, have I earned a fucking now? I really would like to cum.”

“You have. Strip.” As Dana complied with my command, I removed my pants and shirt as well. My cock was rock hard in anticipation of getting back inside one of my favorite pieces of fuckmeat.

Dana stood before me, awaiting my next command.

“Did you just shave last night?” I asked my slut, marveling at the smoothness of her pussy.

“Yes, I did. I knew you might want me today.”

“And did your husband know you shaved?”

“Yes, I… I think he did.”

“Naughty bitch. Getting yourself all perfectly shaved and then telling your husband you don’t feel like fucking him.”

“I know. I’m such a bitch to him but there’s just no way I can get excited about his cock when there’s… this waiting for me.”

Dana reached to stroke my hard cock, and I allowed her to do it for a few seconds before grabbing her shoulders and turning her around. I firmly bent her over the desk, leaving her backside exposed to me.

“A naughty bitch needs to be spanked. Do you agree?”

“Yes. I deserve it.”

I spanked her once, sharply, eliciting a gasp from her.

“And a naughty bitch needs to have her holes used to fulfill her role in life.”

“Oh god yes, please.” Another smack on her ass, leaving a clearly defined handprint on her.

I reached up and placed two fingers at her lips, pushing them into her mouth as she began to suck on them. After a few seconds of this, I pulled them back and placed them on her asshole. She appeared to shiver all down her spine as she felt me pressing on her backdoor.

“This is the hole that really makes you my whore, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir. My asshole belongs to you.”

“Not to your husband?” I spanked her ass harder than I had up to this point.

“Noooo, only to you. You own it.” I pushed my fingers into her ass and she began to moan from deep within her. With my other hand I grabbed a fistful of her hair and made her look back towards me.

“I should just fuck your ass, exclusively. That would be the mark of a real nasty whore. I could leave your slutty pussy for your husband to fuck.”

“Oh sir, no, I’m begging you. He can’t please my pussy. I need your cock to punish all my holes.”

“Since you’ve asked so nicely…” güvenilir bahis siteleri I gave her another smack on her waiting ass, causing her to shriek in surprise. “Maybe I’ll put a load in your pussy before I send you home, if you behave.”

Dana just nodded in agreement as I continued to open her asshole with my fingers. I pulled them out once more and put them back in her mouth. She had a half-second of hesitation before opening for me, but greedily sucked on them once they were past her lips. She was my shameless whore, and she couldn’t refuse me anything.

I positioned myself behind her, with her hands resting on my desk. I slapped my hard cock on her ass a few times, then nestled it between her cheeks and rubbed slowly up and down. She moaned, knowing what was about to happen to her.

She whimpered as I pressed the head to her backdoor. I had gotten the lube out of my desk drawer and applied a good amount to my cock. It glistened in anticipation before I allowed it to do its work.

“Tell me what you are, Dana.”

“A whore.”

“More. More than that.” I slapped her ass as I pressed the head past her anal opening.

“Oh god, oh, I’m an office anal whore! I’m a slut for my boss’s big cock.”

“More!” Two firm slaps on each of her ass cheeks, pressing my dick further into her.

“Ohhhhh… Oh my fucking god it’s huge… fuck, I’m… I’m a nasty, cheating anal slut! I’m a disgusting, worthless piece of… ugh, fuckmeat. I’m a slampig for you and only you. I’m a cum receptacle for all of your thick loa- ahhhh, ugh, oh fuck! Oh my god, so deep!”

“Cum receptacle… I like that.” I tried to remain calm, as I had by this point fully entered her asshole, bottoming out and feeling the vice grip of her tightness.

I controlled my breathing and used slow, measured thrusts into Dana. Despite the overall rough nature of our lovemaking, I typically started slow with anal. I didn’t want to break my favorite fucktoy.

“Yes sir, I’m your filthy cum dumpster. I’m happiest when I… ugh, fuck… when you’re filling me with your loads.”

“Good slut,” I told her as pumped slowly in and out. “Look back at me, whore.” Dana complied with my order and turned to look back at me, smiling when she saw that I had picked up my phone to get some pictures of her. I snapped a few, making sure to get her face in the picture as well as the image of my cock splitting open her ass.

Photography finished, I put down my phone and grabbed her hips with both hands. It was time for Dana to take her pounding. She moaned expectantly, her hand going to her clit in anticipation of what was coming.

My first thrust made her scream. I pushed in hard and deep, bottoming out and staying all the way in her ass for several seconds. She moaned again as I started to slowly pull out.

I removed my cock almost all the way from her ass before shoving back in roughly. She whimpered weakly this time, pressing her head down into the desk. I repeated the process again, getting another similarly pitiful response from her. As I readied for a fourth hard thrust, I heard her sniffle, as if she were crying.

I paused with the head of cock at her rear entrance, grabbed a handful of her hair, and turned her to face me. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes.

“Am I hurting you? Are you still sore from yesterday?” I had used her quite roughly the previous afternoon after our coworkers had all left.

One tear rolled down her cheek.

“Yes sir, I’m still sore.”

“And iddaa siteleri why didn’t you tell me?” I kept my cock in its ready position.

“Because it doesn’t matter, sir. Only your pleasure matters. I’m only here to have my holes fucked.”

“Excellent answer,” I told her as I pressed back into her asshole. “But you know I will stop if you ask me to. I train my toys to be smart enough to let me know when they need a break.”

“It will only hurt for a little bit and then it will feel good, sir. With your permission… oh, oh fuck that hurts… I would like to cum with you in my ass. It won’t take me long to cum.”

“I like the sound of that. Now, face down while I use this ass.”

Dana complied, turning her head away from me, moaning and grunting as I ravaged her tight hole. She was going crazy on her clit, bringing herself closer to orgasm as her ass was repeatedly invaded by my thrusting cock. We kept this pace for about two minutes before she let me know she was getting close.

“Close… close, sir. I’m going to cum… please, can I cum sir?”

“Cum, baby. Do it. Cum now. Cum with me.”

Dana launched into an animalistic mix of grunts and moans as the orgasm wracked her body. She spasmed under me, causing me to lose control as well.

“Cumming, slut. Cumming in your ass.”

“Oh yes!” Dana managed to articulate through her wild orgasm. “Oh yes please cum for me!”

My orgasm was short, but powerful as I pumped a sizeable load into Dana’s asshole. We both came down from our high at about the same time, panting and trying to catch our breath as my cock was still inside her. When I pulled out, she began to leak my load back out. I looked for a paper towel to give her, but quickly decided to grab her top from the floor instead.

“Clean yourself up with this like the nasty whore you are,” I ordered her as I gave her the shirt.

She flashed a naughty smile as she began to clean herself with the shirt.

“So dirty. Alex got me this shirt for Valentine’s Day this year.”

I chuckled.

“Tell him that we appreciate the nice cumrag he got you. Put it back on. You’re going to wear my cum home.”

“You make me do such dirty things, sir. I love it,” Dana said as she pulled the shirt over her head, covering up her amazingly fat tits once more. The main cum stain rested just above her left breast.

“That’s really all I needed from you today, Dana. Good work. I’m going to send you home early.”

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate that…”

It was clear that Dana wanted to say more.

“What is it?”

“Just… I was wondering if you still wanted to use my pussy today. I was a pretty good girl for you…”

“Ah, of course, I did say that.” I thought for a moment, and came up with a perfect solution. “What time does Alex get home today?”

Dana’s eyes lit up at what I was suggesting.

“Around seven, usually a little bit later.”

“Hmm… that would give us a few hours of playtime. Why don’t you go home, relax a bit, get yourself freshened up, and I will be over around four to continue our session.”

“At… at my house?”

“Yes, slut. I want to fuck you in your own house. In the bed you share with your husband. I want to fuck you in your living room and your shower and on your kitchen table. Maybe not all today, but soon.”

“Oh… sir. Sir, that sounds amazing.”

“I’m glad you like the idea,” I said as I moved to close to her. I wrapped her in my arms and brought her in for a forceful kiss. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I gave her ass one more firm squeeze before breaking the kiss. Dana’s eyes were burning with passion as she looked up at me.

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

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This is a work of fiction. Written to pass the time. All characters engaging in sexual activities are of legal age.

Prologue

Lana is my best friend.

She and her mom, Dana, moved into the house next door the day before we started first grade and have been inseparable since.

We are close, like siblings, and have been mistaken for being twins because of the way we act together. Our two little families also did everything together, from holidays to birthdays to vacations.

The closest the two of us got to being romantically involved was when we taught each other how to kiss in middle school.

We had both dated other people, which added to our public image of being siblings, but after more than a decade, neither of us cared if people made that mistake, secretly I found it comforting knowing we would also have each other.

Our junior year was a big change for us.

Our respective boy/girlfriends decided that they didn’t wish to date us anymore. We were both heartbroken, cried on each other’s shoulders, and talked. We concluded that it was not the end of the world after all, and we would focus on getting into college.

We spent almost all our time outside of school together, the year passed quickly, and before we knew it it was the last month.

Lana was in the next state over at the regional soccer finals, and it felt weird her not being with my parents and me enjoying a fancy dinner for their twentieth anniversary. I mean Dad has been her surrogate father for the past eleven years, so yeah, her not being there felt wrong, but later I was thankful she wasn’t.

On the drive home there was an accident.

I was unconscious for five days. When I woke up in the hospital, Dana told me that a drunk driver ran a red light, and neither of my parents survived.

Dana moved me into her house when I was released.

Five Months Later

I wake to the blare of my alarm.

Last day before fall break, then seven days away from civilization under the stars.

I get out of bed, and my heart sinks when I see the birthday card from Lana leaning against my laptop.

Yesterday was my birthday and all we did to usher in my big one-eight was Dana making her special lasagna.

No friends, no gifts, not even a cake.

I am such an ass, they needed to celebrate that as much as I did, especially after what I did last week.

Lana’s birthday is ten days before mine and we had had a combined party, with a huge bar-b-q every year on the weekend between them every year, until this year.

This year, it was just her, I didn’t even go.

I was told she tried to have fun, but it was obvious to her friend that it was us just going through the motions.

Dad had told me it is not a weakness to ask for or accept help, so it was not hard to go to consulting. I am doing a lot better, but sometimes I slip back into my grief, especially with something like a family celebration.

I moped around all summer, I know Lana is hurting too, I let myself hurt her twice this week, she needs me to be there with her in the desert.

This mini-peptalk actually lifts my spirits and I get ready for school.

The day was great. I get excused from Lit class to talk to the consular at the school, she says relapses happen, and to not be dragged backward and take it one day at a time. Lana, seeing my good mood, was her happy self. And classes were, mostly, fun being the last day before a week long break.

When we get home, we hear Dana end bonus veren siteler a phone call than exclaim from the kitchen, “Fuck me.”

I have never heard Dana curse worse the ‘damn’ or ‘crap’, and from the look on Lana’s face, neither had she.

She gets a mischievous glint in her eyes and hands me her book bag.

“I do try to be a dutiful daughter,” Lana says as she walks to the kitchen, “but I am not properly equipped to perform such a task.”

“Oh chap!” Dana says, “Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

Lana stares at her mother.

“I know, I get on you all the time for language like that, I just didn’t want you to form the same bad habits I have.”

Lana smiles, “It’s ok, mom, what was the phone call about.”

I set the bags down and move to join them.

Dana says, very irritated, “Remember a few months ago when the snake Wilsons stole that contract from me?”

We both nod, but I really don’t, if it was just a few months, then it happened when I was a fugue of grief.

“Well, he got himself ar…” Dana pauses and takes a deep breath, “he is now unavailable for the conference next week and J needs me to go.”

Lana’s face falls so hard I thought I could hear it and whispers, “Moab?”

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” Dana answers, “I know we have been planning this trip all year.”

“But, but, but, stars, camping,” Lana gasps, then says mournfully, “the creek?”

Lana sounded like she was on the verge of crying.

I put my arm around her, “It will be ok, El, I’ll find some way to keep you entertained this week.”

“And,” Dana cut in, full of cheer, “You two get the house to yourselves for five whole nights.”

We both look at her and she adds, “I have to be there on Monday morning, so I’m flying out Sunday noonish, and be back Friday evening.” She emphasized the departure and return time, “Just don’t burn down the houses.”

We all chuckle at that, Lana and I weren’t big partiers.

“Get changed, we’re eating out tonight, save the leftovers for when you two need to feed yourselves.”

We went to our favorite steak out, the waitress gave her condolences for our loss, but overall it was a good meal.

Saturday was spent with Dana and Lana unparking the camping stuff and packing for Dana’s trip, and I did the yard work for both Dana’s house and my old one.

It is still sitting there, no one living in it, almost exactly as it was the night of the accident.

I don’t know why it was not sold or rented.

I tended the front yard all summer, this is the first time I entered the back.

The pool is half empty, from evaporation I hope, and the water is murky. I scoop out what I can, rake the almost dead grass and there is a shift inside of me, like a bone popping back into place. The pain of missing my parents is still there, but…smoother, I guess.

I’ll talk with Dana, see if it is ok to clean up and use the pool. We haven’t used it all summer, Lana probably misses it, I know I do. And it will be a good distraction from losing the camping trip.

I get the ok from Dana for the pool, she seems a little relieved that I asked, maybe because she sees it as another step in my healing.

Sunday morning is lazy, we all get up late, eat sorta a brunch at home, then drive Dana to the airport.

Lana and I spent the rest of the day finishing the two homework assignments we were given, we didn’t notice the weather until the first peal of thunder rattled the sky.

Lana bedava bahis is a bit uncomfortable because of the storm, she always hated thunderstorms, and we decided to go to bed early.

First thing tomorrow, I’ll sneak over an start refilling the pool, with luck, it will be ready in the evening.

I fall to sleep feeling better than I had since waking up in the hospital.

Lana wakes me up, it’s very dark and I can hear the heavy rain on the roof.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask groggily.

“The power is out and I’m freaking out a bit,” Lana whispers, “can I sleep in here with you?”

“Oh course,” I answer, then immediately realize two problems, this is a little twin bed, and I’m naked.

As my eyes focus, I see that she is wearing only a light t-shirt with a deep v-neck collar, and a pair of panties, at least I’m assuming she is wearing panties as the shirt stops just below where I would see them.

To try to prevent more problems, I scoot over, place my back on the wall, and pull the blanket back but try to leave the sheet, hoping she would lay down on top of it.

Nope, she climbs in under both, but thankfully stays facing me.

She takes my hand and rests it one the mattress between us.

She smiles at me then shuts her eyes. She relaxes more with each breath and soon I’m asleep again.

I wake up, the storm has broken and the first rays of sun are visible.

And I find myself with my back against the wall and Lana pressing on my chest.

I’m spooning her and my hard cock is trapped in the triangle of her legs and pussy.

I was wrong, she did not wear panties last night. I can feel her heat and fuzz along the top of my shaft.

I think the only reason I didn’t blast my load at that realization is that my bladder is so full.

“Lana,” I whisper, “Can you move a bit so I can get out?”

Her only response was a quiet, “mmhhmmm.”

I start to inch down toward the foot of the bed and gently extract my cock from between her legs.

It is an excruciating task.

As the tip of my cock parts her nether lips, her hips buck as she jolts awake.

My vision whites out as the glans penetrate her velvety tunnel.

As my sight returns, my eyes meet hers. She is surprised, but I would have expected anger as well. Instead I see a primal heat.

With her eyes locked on mine, she lets out a low moan as she impales herself on my seven inches.

Our lips meet for the first time in years, and this is nothing like the time we practiced. It was full of soul igniting passion.

Lana grinds her hot pussy against my and breaks the kiss with a sharper moan as she orgasms.

She rolls away slightly and slides off my dick as she relaxes.

After several breaths she breaks the silence, “That was stupid.”

My heart sinks. The fire I didn’t know I craved doused before it even caught.

“I shouldn’t have let you cum in me without a condom.”

“Wait, what…” I stammer, and my confused brain only outputs, “But I didn’t cum.”

She turns to me and she looks mildly hurt, “Was I not good?”

That kicks my brain into gear, “No, you were, are wonderful beyond words.”

The hurt is replaced with a bashful smile, and I continue, “I think i didn’t because I really need to pee, it’s why I was trying to wiggle out without waking you up.”

Her smile turns devilish, “Well you failed horribly. Go potty,” she gives a quick but fiery kiss, “then go to mom’s bedroom.”

Lana stands, and the only word deneme bonus I have for this, she prances out of my room.

It took many long slow breaths for me to calm down enough to urinate, so many I begin to think that Lana thinks I’m not going to show.

But my fear is proven baseless when I enter Dana’s bedroom and she the same heat Lana’s eyes.

You can’t practically live with some for more than a decade and not see them naked occasionally, and I have seen Lana naked, several times in the five months I have been living with her, but I have not appreciated her femininity until now.

She is laying naked in the middle of the king size bed, reclining on her elbows, legs spread and knees up to show me everything.

The years of playing soccer has made her five foot eight frame lean and tone, but not overtly muscular. I have overheard her complaining about her b-cup breasts, but really looking at them for time, I think they’re perfect, plump and firm, standing up off her chest with quarter sized areola and hard nipples begging to be sucked. The hair at the cleft of her legs, a shade or two lighter than the light brown on her head, trimmed short and damp with excitement.

Her smile grows with cock as I go from half liml to full mast to seeing her.

I crawl on to the bed and place my head between her thighs. Her scent is intoxicating, addictive even.

I lean down and press my lips on her furry libia, kissing her nether lips.

As I start to lick, she places a hand on my cheek and lifts my head.

“There will be plenty of time for that later,” She says, same devilish smile on her lips, “right now, we need to finish what we started in your bed.”

She pulls me up for a kiss, then pushes me upright to kneel between her legs.

She hands me one of the foil packets next to the pillow.

When she said time for later, I guess she has a lot planned, I think as I roll the latex sleeve down my prick.

She lays on her back as I place myself at her entrance.

The rubber is dulling some of the sensation, which is good, otherwise I would erupt when I feel her moist heat.

She wraps her arms and legs around me as I sink into her welcoming folds.

I place one arm behind her, resting my weight on my elbow and place the other hand on her hip.

Our lips meet again and I slowly pull out of her.

Her hips come up to meet mine as I push back in, and we immediately fall into rhythm with each other.

The heat of our kiss rises with the speed of my strokes, our lips only coming apart when one of us can’t contain our ever growing moans.

I wish we can continue like this forever, and I’m surprised that I have not popped yet when Lana’ arms and legs constrict round me, pulling me closer.

She moans into my mouth as a large orgasm rolls through her body.

Her pussy clamps onto me cock and tries to pull me in.

I push as far in as I can and my own orgasm hits.

I pump what feels like a gallon of semen into the condom while I’m buried hilt deep in Lana’s hot, tight, loving hole.

She spasms again as my heat fills her, and she mashes her lips to mine even harder.

Our lips finally part and we are both breathing hard.

As we catch our breath, I look into the eyes of the perfect woman I have somehow not seen until now.

The look in her eyes has changed, while the heat of the moment has diminished, the desire has not, and I feel the same, I never want to let her go.

We just lay there, my cock still buried in her, hips, check and foreheads pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes with goofy grins on our faces.

“What the FUCK are you two doing in here?”

***

I hoped you enjoyed this short little story. Please comment, all feedback is appreciated

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In the previous chapter I had a girls night in, and I drank from the fountain of youth who turned into my new pee pal Hilary. She hinted that my Auntie might help me lose my virginity.

Chapter 5. Auntie helps me to lose my virginity, and shows even more inventiveness with our pee drinking activities.

I woke up quite late that day, my last day at the cottage, and Auntie Jean came in with her potty of pee for me. While I was drinking it Jeanie told me that Di and Hilary have gone shopping, and would be bringing Steve back with them.

“Who’s Steve?” I asked.

“Hilary’s brother.”

“Does he know what we do here?”

“I expect he will have an idea by the time he gets here. Now then, lets go outside because I’ve got a new game to try out.”

We went outside and Jeanie bade me lie down. She sat astride me and inched up til her pussy was touching my lips. She started to pee, and I began drinking.

“Not much new here” I thought.

When she’d given it all to me, Jeanie started to get off me and I blurted it out: “Jeanie, I’m still a virgin, I want you to cure that. Please let me….well, you know….”

“Well, we can’t let that continue can we?” She said with a smile, and slid down me until she felt my penis up against her lips. She guided me in and started moving up and down on me, slowly and gently.

“Oh my, I’m fucking a woman, I’m fucking a bahis siteleri woman.” I thought, over and over to my self until I came with an almost explosive force.

Jeanie looked at me fondly, freed herself, and moved back up to my face again.

“Cream pie time!” I tasted a mixture of my own cum and her juices. I started licking her clitoris, but she got off me and ran back to the cottage. She came back a few minutes later with a long piece of rubber tubing like from my pee catcher.

“Now, I want you to pee inside me so that I can drink it from my own body.”

Even though I’d just cum, I stiffened up again instantly. I filled her womb up with my pee, and watched fascinated as she sucked on the tube. She soon finished, and so I said “I’ve got lots more.” She let me slip back into her with the tube still inside. I let go slowly and she sucked greedily on the tube. I snatched it from her and had a quick suck of my own pee, I thought I detected some lingering strands of cum. She took the tube back and drank all that I had left.

She rolled off me then and said “Whew, THAT was fuckin’ marvellous.”

“I wonder what Uncle Ron would think of this.” I said. “Doesn’t he like sex?”

“He likes the occasional blow job, and licks me out sometimes, but I think he prefers men. That’s why he needs Viagra.”

“Well, I’m glad of that, otherwise I wouldn’t have done all this stuff canlı bahis siteleri with you. I’m feeling a bit sleepy now, so am going to my room for a bit. Let me know when the girls get back.”

I went inside and found Di’s potty still full of pee. I expected that her and Hilary shared it to make me a lovely mixture. I put my head into it and breathed deeply of the aroma. I kissed it, touched the surface with my tongue, sipped it, and slowly drank all I could reach. In the end I had to sit up to drain the last drops, and I ran my finger around the inside to get the last little beads of pee lingering at the bottom. I lay down again, put my nose right by it, cuddled it and went to sleep.

I awoke later on to see the three girls sitting, smiling at me.

“You’re a real pot-head.” Said Hilary. “It’s time for Christine to meet my brother.”

“Oh no, I can’t.” I protested. “What’ll he think of me trying to be a girl-boy.”

“You get dressed right now, Christine, or he’ll see you nude with a potty tied to your balls.”

“Let’s do it anyway.” They held me down while Jeanie tied string around my balls, forced me into those tight panties to control my erection, then put my pink shorts on me and the white top. The end of the string hung down below the bottom of my shorts and was tied to the potty. Hilary gave the string a little tug, and said “Do what we tell you or else.” canlı bahis Tug, tug. “Ooh, that’s quite, er, tantalising.” I thought. “Ouch! Careful” I said to make them think I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to make them think they’d got no power over me.

“Well, CHRISTINE,” she whispered, “Pick up that potty and behave yourself.” and led me into the living room where Di was busy sitting on Steve’s face. Hilary murmured “Steve wants his blow job, so I’m going to give him one. Sit down on your potty and watch – quietly.”

Steve was taking his time over this. I suppose I would with one Goddess sitting on my face and the other sucking my cock. I needed to pee and made to get up. Jeanie frowned at me and mouthed “Do it there. Pee your pants.”

Well I’d never felt such relief when I let go. The warmth, the baby like thrill of just peeing myself. I could feel myself coming to a climax after that, and I lost all control. It was difficult to know when I was peeing and when I was cumming, and I ended up having the wettest, messiest climax of my life.

Soon after that, Steve had his climax, and Hilary was busy swallowing it all down.

I picked up my potty and went back to my room to clean up.

God what a week. I won’t ever forget it. My Auntie Jean was brilliant, and has promised to take me shopping in September when school starts. I can’t wait to get my own pleated skirt, blouse, some white knickers, and maybe even a padded bra. But for now it’s back home to my own little games. I did learn one trick, and that was the cut off pop bottle funnel. I will use one of those for my own pee drinking sessions.

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Author’s note: This is the next instalment involving Jack. You can read this as a stand alone story but to get maximum enjoyment, it’s better to enjoy the stories in order and get to know the characters better. Above all readers, please enjoy as much as I did writing it…

*****

It was that damn car alarm again. Jack was rudely stirred awake and he quietly sighed out loud. He looked across at the dimly lit alarm: 6:45am. He had ten minutes before his alarm would go off. Followed then by the usual morning routine and rush.

Jack opened his eyes and they adjusted to the darkness and were assisted by the thin veil of light creeping through the curtains. He shifted onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He had slept well and, other than the car alarm, he felt refreshed and ready for today.

His hand wandered down towards his erect cock. It bulged against his grip and strained against his tight fist. Jack couldn’t remember dreaming about anything particularly erotic but he felt incredibly aroused this morning.

He turned his head slowly to look across at Anna. She was still fast asleep, laying next to him. Her pretty face a picture in the dark gloom. After slowly reaching across and quietly switching on the lamp, he looked again at her sleeping. She was beautiful. Her olive skin glowed in the low, warm light and her pretty petite features looked smooth and silken. She was breathing heavily, fast asleep. Jack’s hand snaked down his toned torso and gripped his rock hard cock. His hand gripped his shaft just below the head and he squeezed. His cock instantly responded and it bulged against the attention. Jack eased his grip and slowly slid his hand down his shaft. He felt the skin around the head of his cock pull down. He sighed softly and his hand slid back up his cock. Jack turned his head slowly and stared at Anna as he slid his hand back down his cock very slowly. His eyes travelled across her beautiful face and down to her neck. She seemed to be fully buried under the quilt. He longed to see any part of her body as his tight grip moved back up his hard shaft. He could feel the involuntary movement as his hips moved to meet each stroke. He stared at Anna’s lips and imagined coming over her beautiful face: rubbing the head of his cock – dripping with pre-cum – over her soft lips and his hot cum squirting up and over her closed eyes. He sighed again, louder this time.

Suddenly, Anna stirred. Whilst still asleep, she turned over in the bed and faced away from Jack. He froze and stopped stroking. He waited a beat, feeling his cock ache for more attention. Then, he heard Anna’s deep breathing again. She was still asleep.

Jack continued his very long, slow stroking as he stared at the back of her neck. His eyes wandered down and he noticed the quilt had lifted a little. Without releasing his cock, Jack used his free hand to slowly lift the quilt up. He softly moved it over Anna’s legs and freed her sexy body from the thick material.

She lay there naked on her side. Jack looked down and saw her pert, perfect arse. He gently placed his free hand on her arse and cupped one of her arse cheeks. His other hand instantly moved down the shaft of his cock as he felt the heat radiate from her olive skinned sexy arse. His grip tightened as his cock bulged and he moved his hand slowly back up his shaft. He repeated the action staring at her arse cheeks and down her long, lithe, toned legs. Jack felt his balls tighten and he wanted to cum. The hand stroking Anna’s arse slowly crept down towards the cleft between her pert cheeks. He felt the curve as it narrowed into the fleshy channel and his hand slowly stroked down into the cleft of her arse. He knew his little finger was brushing against her puckered little arsehole. His grip tightened on his cock as he tightly pulled the skin down for one of the last times. His hips bucked up to meet his downward stroke.

Suddenly, Jack’s alarm started beeping loudly. He instantly stopped stroking, reached across to hit the snooze button and turned to watch Anna wake.

Anna groaned as she lifted her petite body up and turned around to face him. In that movement, he moved his hand away from his erect shaft and rolled onto his side to face her.

“Morning beautiful,” he whispered to her.

She smiled back at him and moved across to kiss him. She kissed him softly on the lips with a lingering caress on the lips. His cock pulsed again, pre-cum dribbled does the tip of his hard shaft. Anna then moved her naked body over to him and hugged him tightly. He felt the heat from her nakedness against his and he heard her sigh quietly. Anna wrapped one her legs over Jack’s and nestled in closer. His cock pushed up against the inside of her thigh. It was his turn to sigh.

“Oh, good morning to you,” she smiled as she felt his erection against her leg. “What’s this for?” she playfully asked whilst pushing and rubbing her leg against his cock.

“Sorry. I’ve just woken up really aroused,” he replied. Jack then held her close as he ground his cock against the belugabahis giriş top of her inner thigh. She matched the movement and moved her crotch forward. Jack could feel the soft bristles of her pubic hair as he thrust forward again.

“Your cock is very hard Jack,” she whispered to him, “I bet you want to cum.”

He groaned as the friction from her thigh dragged the tip of his cock against her soft skin. She thrust down again and he felt his cock against the slit of her pussy. Pre-cum dribbled onto her lips, coating them and making them slippery and wet.

“Fuck,” he murmured as he pushed up against her pussy lips. The head of his cock tingled as they moved along the outside of her pussy lips.

“Mmmm, Jack,” Anna whispered in his ear, “do you want to put it inside?”

Jack thrust forward again and groaned aloud as she spoke. He knew he was going to cum soon.

“Do you want to slip it in and feel my pussy lips grip the head of your hard cock? Do you? Do you want to fuck me Jack?” she teased again. She thrust down and Jack felt her wet pussy lips part as he pushed his hard cock upwards. His cock slid along the edge of her pussy and she groaned. “Or are you going to cum over my pussy, Jack?”

He thrust forward again and felt the friction pull back the skin on his cock. He felt her pussy lips ease open as she ground her groin down to meet his thrust. His hard cock brushed against her clit as he thrust forward. Jack groaned loudly and felt the tightening in his balls again.

Anna smiled and whispered hoarsely in his ear, “Hmmm…cum over me Jack. I know you can’t wait to get it inside. Cum on my…”

Suddenly the snooze alarm went off again.

“Oh! Fucking alarm!” Anna giggled and she pulled away and reached across over him to switch it off.

In the next, quick, few seconds, Anna had jumped out of her side of the bed and got up.

“Jack, come on,” she demanded as she opened the wardrobe, “I’d forgotten it was today. We haven’t got time for this now.”

Jack sighed and cursed quietly as he realised. His cock was oozing pre-come and so desperate for release but he now realised today was the day he was completing the new company merger.

He watched as Anna moved across to the shower room and switched on the shower to warm up. He stared at her pert breasts and watched them bounce as she grabbed her towel and, without closing the en-suite door, jumped into the shower.

“Come on Jack,” she ordered from the shower, “you need to pack the overnight bag too.”

Jack sighed again as he rose up out of bed. His cock pointed up at the ceiling from his body, still rock hard.

She looked down at his long erection and smiled, “It’ll have to wait until tomorrow now,” she continued as she soaped up and washed her petite frame. Jack stood transfixed watching Anna place her soapy hands on her toned midriff and around the edge of her pert, sumptuous arse.

“Jack!” she blurted out, “get dressed. We’re running late.”

Once again, he sighed. Teased to the edge of orgasm and frustratingly left wanting more, he turned, opened the wardrobe and started to dress. He would find time for a slow stroke later and cum really hard, he thought to himself.

It had been an extremely long day of discussions, checking, cross checking and more discussions. Jack looked wearily at his watch. 9:40pm. He had been on the train for about two hours and still had another 40 minutes before he arrived in the city. It was his job to meet with the solicitors in the morning to sign off on the final amendments. However, that meant a long trip up north and another night away from Anna. He thought of Anna then and her naked arse. He thought of how close he come to coming this morning and how aroused he had been. How he knew he wouldn’t have been able to last if she wanted to fuck him. As soon as his cock would have been edging into her pussy, it would have exploded over her pussy. His cock stirred against his tight trousers and pants. He would masturbate tonight and slowly stroke his cock to a well-deserved, slow orgasm. He smiled and stared out of the window again. The droplets of rain we’re starting to gather on the window: a wet night was in store.

“I’m really sorry sir,” the young hotel receptionist looked genuinely apologetic, “we thought you had cancelled and now your room is no longer available.” She looked up at him and he noticed how pretty her big doleful eyes looked. She was probably in her early twenties and had a young pretty face. Her brown hair was cut short and strands hung from one side and swept neatly across her face.

Jack was soaked through from the rain, tired and now very frustrated. He couldn’t believe it. Because of the delay to the negotiations, he was now without a room to sleep in tonight.

“Are there no rooms at all?” he queried.

“Mr Fraser,” the receptionist said in a calming tone, “there has clearly been a mix up and I can only apologise. But, there is nothing I can do.” It looked as though she had playfully bit her own lip belugabahis güvenilirmi after she’d spoken.

Jack looked at her and knew she was telling the truth. He needed someone with some sort of authority here. “Ok,” he said gently whilst smiling, “is there a manager in the building that I can speak to?”

The receptionist instantly warmed to Jack and smiled back at him. “Of course, sir,” she politely replied. She picked up the phone and Jack watched her slender, delicate fingers press some numbers on the phone.

Jack smiled at her and moved away from the desk. He felt tired, wet and cold. He yearned for a shower and sleep. Today had been tough and this wasn’t the way he envisaged it ending.

“Mr Fraser,” the receptionist called, “Jessica, our hotel manager, is on site and she is on her way down.” She turned away and Jack noticed her knee length skirt complimented her sexy arse very well. It hugged each cheek and the material drew in around the top of her thighs.

“Thanks,” Jack replied whilst smiling. He had always tried hard to keep his cool and not let situations get to him. He had trained himself to be patient because situations out of his control aren’t bettered by extra stress.

Jack heard heels clicking along the marble floor and it snapped him out of his thought process. He turned around to where the sound was coming from.

A woman in her late 30s came across the foyer to meet him. She strutted with confidence and smiled as she saw him. She had natural blonde hair tied back in a neat pony tail. She wore black high heels and Jack noticed she had very sharply calves. She wore a black skirt just below her knees that hugged her thighs as she walked. Her white blouse was buttoned up tight to her neck with a small red cravat around her slim neck. The whole look was finished off with a tight black waistcoat that seemed to hug her body and show off her shapely figure.

“Mr Fraser?” Jessica asked.

Jack smiled as his eyes moved up to her face. Jessica’s bright blue eyes flashed when she saw him. “Please, accept my apologies for the mix up.” Jessica explained. She had a harsh sexy tone to her voice. “But, let me reassure you, we have no guest rooms available and there is nothing we can do about a clerical error which, essentially, came from your firm.”

Jack knew she was the manager from her confident air and aura.

“I understand,” he replied, “but I’m wet, cold and tired and have had an extremely long day. I understand our company uses this hotel frequently and I’d hate that relationship to sour or, ultimately, finish.” He smiled afterwards in an attempt to keep the tone and threat light.

Jessica forced a smile of her own, knowing full well and understanding the meaning of the threat. “Of course, Mr Slater. But I cannot offer you a room when there is no guest room available at all, can I?”

Jack, always the problem solver, heard the words ‘guest room’ again and pounced, “Guest room?”

“Sorry?” Jessica replied, a little startled at the comment.

“You mentioned that all your guest rooms are full.”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re implying there’s something else available.”

Jessica’s face reddened. “Erm, Mr Slater, what I meant was…er.”

Jack watched this sexy woman squirm. She probably spent her days making others squirm so it was probably good for her to get a taste of her own medicine. He watched and waited patiently for her to finish.

“Erm..” she continued, bumbling over her own words, “look, we…have two other rooms which are for exclusive use for our staff who work a night shift followed by a morning shift.” She looked flushed and her hand reached up and brushed her cheek, “These rooms are not for paying guests.”

Jack smiled, “That sounds perfect Jessica. Thanks for being so understanding.”

She took a small step back, beaten. “Of course, Mr Slater,” she agreed. “Let me…erm…arrange that for you.” With a swift turn, she strutted away back to the main desk. He watched her arse sway in her tight skirt as she walked away. He felt a slight stirring in his pants and the prospect of the hot shower and a long, overdue orgasm made him smile.

Exactly six minutes later, Jack was stood in the service lift with Jessica making their way to the top floor. He hadn’t noticed before but she smelled good. He stood across from her in the small lift, looking from the number screen to her. On closer inspection, he noticed that she too looked tired and her blonde hair was starting to come loose from her pony tail.

“Long day?” he queried lightly.

Jessica looked up at him. “Yes, I had to come on shift at 3 am this morning and was just finishing earlier when you…” she suddenly stopped, realising what she was about to say.

“I know the feeling.” Jack replied.

The lift shunted roughly to a stop and the doors creaked open. Jessica strode out of the lift and Jack followed behind with his overnight bag. Jack watched Jessica’s arse as she confidently stride down a bare corridor. He intently watched belugabahis yeni giriş each sexy arse cheek move inside the tight confines of her tight skirt. There was no panty line – he noticed – and it made him smile.

“Mr Fraser,” she spoke confidently as she moved through the corridor, “I’m afraid these staff bedrooms are small and, because of the size of our hotel, they are always busy.” She turned a corner and they both moved towards the end of the bland, long corridor where two doors stood alone on either side of the corridor. “We do not have a spare room even here for you,” Jessica continued as she made her way to the door on the left, “so, unfortunately, this is the only free room.” She reached into her waistcoat pocket and pulled out a key. She placed it into the lock, turned it fully and pushed the handle down.

“Not often you see actual keys in a hotel nowadays,” Jack commented aloud.

“It’s just these two rooms in the hotel that have keys.” Jessica opened the door and walked in. Jack followed closely.

The room was smaller than a regular hotel room. There were two beds: one single bed and a very small double next to it (it actually only looked a little wider than the single bed). There was a narrow dressing table in between the two beds and a light on the wall above each of the beds. A small double wardrobe stood against the wall opposite the two beds with a single full-length mirror on one of the wardrobe doors.

Jessica moved into the room first and picked up a small, neatly stacked pile of clothes from the bigger bed. Jack watched her movement across the small space and noticed a shower cubicle at the end of the room. There was no door on the shower it was just a cubicle set into a small alcove in the corner of the room. Jessica carefully placed the pile of clothes at the foot of the single bed.

“I’m very sorry Mr Fraser but I had intended to sleep in here too tonight because I need to be in the building when we are at full capacity.” She blushed as she spoke, placing her small pile of clothes on the single bed. “I will sleep on the single bed and you can have the bigger bed.”

Jack looked down at the supposed bigger bed and thought it wasn’t really big enough for him. He didn’t mind sharing the room. He sighed though as he realised his long deserved, overdue orgasm may have to wait.

Jessica saw him staring at the bigger bed, “Don’t worry,” she interrupted, “these beds are immaculate and the room is kept extremely clean. I insist upon it.”

Jack looked up at her and sensed a genuine feeling of pride from her. “It’s great,” he said, genuinely, “thank you.”

Jessica smiled and rubbed her face with her hands. She looked at her watch, “Ok, Mr Fraser, I need to go and cash up the front desk before the shift change and also pop into the restaurant so I will leave you to get comfy and enjoy a hot shower.” Jack was sure she looked him up and down when she spoke about the shower. “It may not look much, but that shower is incredible.” She smiled as she spoke and reached into the wardrobe and handed Jack two crisp, clean and neatly folded white towels.

“Thanks Jessica,” he replied. “I’ll remember to not sleep naked.” He smiled at her as he joked.

She blushed slightly and smiled back at him. “I will leave this key with you,” she handed the key to Jack, “just lock the door behind me as the door can just be opened from outside. I’ve got another key downstairs so I can let myself in later.”

“Thank you again,” Jack smiled.

“Now,” Jessica seemed to lift herself up to full height again, “will there be anything else, sir?” She joked.

Jack felt his cock twinge and smiled. He couldn’t wait to get in that shower and cum – he deserved it. “Er…no. Thank you though.”

She smiled at him again and moved towards the door. He shifted to the side to allow her to pass. “Enjoy your shower,” she exclaimed on the way out.

Jack swore she smiled again. But he couldn’t see because she left the room so quickly and let the door close behind her. He watched her go and caught the faint smell of her again. He felt his coco slowly start to grow as he realised his orgasm was near. The silence filled the room and he let out a deep sigh. He looked around again and noticed how tidy the room was. Jessica was right, the room was immaculate.

Jack placed his overnight bag on the bigger bed and stepped over to the shower. He opened the cubicle, reached up and started the shower, ensuring it was turned to hot. Jack stepped away and looked down at his watch 10:50pm – it had been a long day.

Jack slipped off his shoes and jacket and began undressing. He placed his clothes on his bed neatly and collected his wash bag. Naked, he turned back towards the shower and his eyes crept down to Jessica’s pile of clothes on the single bed. Jack reached down and picked up the item from the top. He held it up. It was a dark grey cotton nightie with thin shoulder straps. It looked like it stopped below the knee. Jack’s cock started to grow as he imagined Jessica wearing this. He carefully placed it back down on the bed, moved a pair of thick socks to the side and picked up a very thin black thong. It was silken and the front of thong was black and decorated with small white spots. Jack stroked the front of the thong and felt his cock grow to a full erection.

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“Well, that was a fun evening!” you say, walking down the suburban sidewalk. “It’s great that a cool underground club opened up so close to my place. I can walk there whenever I like.”

“It was a nice club,” I answer. “But having mandatory costume theme nights is a little over the top, dontcha think?” To emphasize my point, I gesture at my outfit: a gen-u-ine 1970s vintage white polyester leisure suit, complete with white patent leather shoes and belt, paisley faux-silk shirt unbuttoned to my navel and Zodiac medallion nestled in the hair of my chest. “I spent the entire evening fighting the urge to say that I was “a wiiiild and craaazy guy!”

You turn to face me, hands on your hips. “So you don’t like MY outfit?” you accuse. My eyes caress you up and down; your svelte frame is wrapped tightly in a one-piece velour pantsuit, complete with halter top and swishing bell bottoms. The velour material molds to your body, insinuating itself between your ass cheeks and your pussy lips; it’s QUITE obvious you chose to forego underwear tonight. You balance on four inch platform boots, bringing your gaze almost eye-to-eye with mine. Topping off the transformation, your hair is teased into an afro, framed by two giant gold hoop earrings, with two smaller afro-puffs sitting on top.

I put my arms around your waist and pull you to me. “Any outfit that basically allows you to parade around naked in public is OK by me,” I say, leering. “How’d you get your hair to do that, though?”

“I have a friend that does hair at one of the big studios in town; she’s great. She could put hair on a bowling ball and make it look good.” You giggle, “but if this shit doesn’t wash out like she said it would, I’m gonna kill her. Let’s get back to my place.”

As we continue to walk down the street, a car slows down, pacing us as we walk. The driver’s side window rolls down and the driver hangs partially out the window. “Hey man,” he calls, “How much for HER?”

We stop and I look at you—despite my penchant for watching you flirt with random guys, you know I don’t react well to men who are disrespectful. You place your hand on my arm.

“C’mon, you’re her ‘manager’, right? I was headed to Tremont street, but she’s better looking than any of the skanks there…..fifteen minutes? How much?”

You feel the muscles in my arm tighten as I remove your hand and walk out to the car. You fumble in your clutch for your cell phone, hoping that I don’t drag the guy through the car window. I lean down to the window and you can hear me talking to the guy, but can’t quite make out the conversation. You feel relief when I turn away from the car—until you notice the wad of bills in my hand. I put the bills in my pocket.

“Get bahis siteleri in the car.” Your face flushes red as you process what I just said.

“W-What?” you stammer, disbelieving.

I snatch the small purse from your hands and grab you by your arm. “I said get in the car, bitch!” I drag you around the back of the car and open the passenger door, pushing you inside. You turn to say something, but I ignore you and talk to the guy over you. “Go up to the park on the corner. Fifteen minutes, no more. I’ll keep an eye on you.” I slam the door, and he drives away, up the block.

In the car with this stranger, you look at him. He’s a decent looking guy, probably thirtyish, wedding ring. Why would he be doing this? For that matter you wonder, why would I?

At the small neighborhood park, he turns his car up the jogging path and parks behind the sandbox area. Fortunately, at this time of night, the park is deserted. As he puts his car into Park, you hear a faint whirring and realize that the top is sliding open into the trunk—a hardtop convertible. He kills the engine and unlocks the steering wheel, lifting it high, out of his lap. He looks at you with a puzzled look.

“WELL?!” he demands, “I’ve only got fifteen minutes. Let’s go. Let’s start by showing me them titties.”

It finally sinks in that this is real, but at the same time you can’t deny a small amount of excitement at the prospect of an encounter with a stranger in this public place. You reach up carefully and untie your halter, allowing it to fall free, exposing your breasts to the cool night air. Your nipples harden slightly as a slight breeze blows across them. He reaches over, rubbing one, then the other, with his rough hands.

“Yeah! Now that’s what I’m talkin about!” He reaches into his lap with the other hand and unbuckles his belt, opening his pants and pulling out his cock. You look down at his semi-erect member and take it carefully into your hand. You rub the shaft slowly, using the precum leaking from the tip to lubricate your efforts. You increase the speed of your motions, thinking that maybe causing a quick release would end the encounter sooner.

“Hell girl,” he sighs, “you’re damn good at that, but I didn’t pay all that money for you ta jack me off.” He reaches over and grabs the back of your neck and pulls your head towards him. The motion is so sudden, that with little effort, he has your face inches from his growing cock before you can react. Holding your head in place, he lifts his hips up slightly and the tip of his penis rubs across your lips. Instinctively you lick the liquid from your lips, the salty taste filling your mouth as his musky scent fills your nostrils.

“Shit,” you think. canlı bahis siteleri “He’s not the worst guy I’ve blown.” You part your lips and drop your mouth down onto his growing erection. You feel his grip on your head relax as he sits back in the car seat. A low groan escapes from him as you begin to work the cock in and out of your mouth, running your tongue around the head at the top of every stroke. His organ grows within your mouth and his hand guides your head down harder with each thrust—you feel the tip of the shaft bumping the back of your throat, but continue sucking harder. With his balls cupped in your hand, you begin to feel the stirrings of his climax. Pumping faster, sucking harder, you assault his member until it finally explodes in your mouth. Clamping your lips on the head of his cock, you try to catch the gush of jism that pours out, allowing only a small trickle to escape down your chin.

“Ooooooooh, damn girl!” he moans. “That was fantastic!” You sit back in your seat and wipe his seed from your face. You begin to tie your halter back in place….

“Hey, where’re you going?” he demands. “I’ve still got time left. We ain’t done yet.”

“But,” you start, “I thought…..”

“I didn’t pay for your brains, honey. Now that we got the easy one outta the way, I want a piece of that ass.”

You start to protest, but realize that this encounter has left you rather horny yourself. You feel the soft velour sticking to your wet pussy as you bend over to undo your boots.

“Shit! I didn’t pay for a striptease—leave the fucking boots! Turn around!” You turn in the seat, facing the car door and a firm hand bends you over the door at your waist. With the other hand, he grasps the top of your pantsuit and, in one motion, pulls the garment down to your knees. Goosebumps run across the naked skin of your firm round ass, exposed to the night air. Your legs still partially trapped, you can only open them a couple of inches as he slides his hand up your inner thigh. You shudder as he slips a finger into your flowing snatch, rubbing the roof of your pussy firmly with the tip of his digit.

He continues for some time adding another finger and then another; you can feel the juices of your pussy starting to run down your leg. You reach back with one hand and find his swinging cock, now erect again, and pull it towards your hungry slit.

“Hang on,” he says, pulling his fingers out. “You’ve sure got a nice cunt, but I can get THAT at home…..” His voice trails off as his fingers begin to smear your love juices around your anus. Your eyes open in surprise, but before you can protest, you notice me sitting on a park bench across from the car. Our eyes meet and I smile slightly.

He canlı bahis finishes lubing your ass and presses the tip of his cock firmly to your bud. Your eyes never break from mine as he bears down and drives his dick halfway into your ass. A loud, low moan escapes your lips and you relax your sphincter, allowing him to drive balls deep into you. He begins to piston his shaft into your bum, balls slapping your swollen pussy lips with each thrust. You close your eyes, breaking contact with me, allowing the friction of his cock and the sensation of your breasts bouncing off the car door to carry you away.

He shifts, raising up on one knee, changing the angle of his assault. The tip of his cock rubs the sensitive membrane between your ass and pussy with every thrust, sending electric shocks down your wobbly legs. You begin to grind your hips back in time with his movements, and you feel him increase the tempo. Your hand slides between the lips of your pussy, flicking your clit, driving yourself close to the brink of orgasm. Thrusting even faster, you feel his organ begin to throb and pump into your belly. With a warm sensation spreading inside, you rub harder and harder on your bean, finally cumming with a silent, breathless groan.

You feel him slide his flaccid member out of your ass, tracing spunk down your cheek. He drops back into his seat, fastening up his pants. “Damn, baby! You’re one HOT piece……Alright, out now,” he says, reaching past your naked body and pulling the door handle. “I’ve gotta get back before my wife misses me.”

You step out of the car, clothing bunched around your ankles, your fluids oozing from your cunt, his from your ass. As he turns back onto the street and disappears, you reach down and pull up your jumpsuit. Walking over to me, you extend one hand and snap your fingers sharply: “Money!”

I stand, reaching into my pocket and hand you the bankroll. You thumb through the bills, roll them up and tuck them between your breasts.

You finally speak: “I know that I’m the one who put the Hooker fantasy into our ‘play jar’, but a little warning would have been nice.”

I reach over and trace the swollen lips of your pussy through the velour fabric, feeling the moisture seeping through. I look at you, mischievously, “Would it have been near as fun, if I had?”

You take a second, thinking, “Probably not,” you grin slyly.

We turn to walk back to your apartment.

“So? I’m assuming that I didn’t just fuck some Bible salesman from Pacoima. Who was he?”

“Back at the party? He was one of the guys dressed as Starsky and Hutch—name’s Patrick; I know him from work. He’s a great guy; you know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

We continue to walk along—eventually I break the silence. “You know that bankroll is mine, right? He didn’t REALLY pay for that.”

“It’s mine now,” you grin. “Maybe we can think of a way for you to earn it back.”

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Just a reminder…I don’t write fiction. As outlandish as some of what I write may seem, it’s an actual event which happened one or two weeks prior. You see, my sexual imagination is always working…and I always want to DO everything my mind conjures up…and I feel compelled to write about it!

This is my promise to you: if something I write is fiction, I WILL let you know that.

*****

After we played with a banana, the peeling of which came apart in my pussy, it filled me with squished-up banana! I have told you about that. Blue sucked my pussy, eating it out of me and made me cum so many times! Then, she was inspired to make banana bread! The bananas have to be mashed up to go into the mix. Oh goody!

You know what’s coming, don’t you? Sort of?

That’s right…I had my baby lie on her back on the kitchen table…I straddled her tummy and, one by one, I placed each banana on her tummy, then lowered my pussy onto the banana between my hot, turned-on and swollen outer lips and mashed it on her tummy. Fuck, it was so much fun! Each banana felt so good against my pussy!

When enough bananas were mashed up for the banana bread, we put it all in a bowl, then Blue held my ass and sucked me sooooooo fucking hard, making kaçak iddaa a lot of sexy, wet noises…I came deliciously, filling her mouth with hot Sunnycum…she swallowed eagerly while still sucking me, sending hard shudders through my body!

She kissed me, her tongue hotly sliding around in my mouth, then smiled at me and got back to her banana bread mix and her recipe. I saw no reason to get off the table…I laid on my back, idly rubbing my pussy and licking banana-cum from my fingers.

Blue looked at me and smiled…

“Damn, Sunny…you’re such a fucking whore…you MUST always play with yourself?”

“Well…yes! I must! I like playing with my pussy! And by the way, I’m YOUR fucking whore, thank-you!”

Blue, with a mixing spoon in one hand, patted my pussy with her other hand, sending pleasure throughout my body…

“That’s right…baby is all mine!”

She went back to her recipe, and a smile spread across her face.

“Uh…Sunny? The recipe calls for honey…”

I quickly sat up, leaning back and propping myself on my hands…

“Really, now? Well, then! This just got even better!”

Blue got the honey squirt bottle…

“Somehow, I just KNOW you’re thinking what I’m thinking…”

“You kaçak bahis know I am!”

I laid back down on my back, stuck my legs straight up in the air, grabbed my ankles and pulled them way back…

“Fill me up, sweetheart!”

My hot Blue kissed my pussy, then squirted what she figured was the recipe amount inside me…

Ooooooohhhhh, it felt so good having my pussy full of honey…Blue held her hand over my pussy while I turned over onto my hands and knees. She moved the mixing bowl between my legs, and kept her hand on my pussy to hold the honey in while she rubbed my clit to death…

I screamed and threw my hair back while Blue ferociously rubbed my clit…

“Cum for me, Sunny! That’s it, baby!”

My body was going fucking insane! I could feel the honey inside my pussy, mixing with my juices and getting hotter!

“Fuck YES! Fuck me! Baby is cumming good for you! Ooooooohhhhhhh FUCK!”

My body rocked HARD! Blue moved her hand, but kept two fingers holding my clit…squeezing it…working it…I came in a hot mass of spasms, a fucking wonderful mix of honey and cum flowing from my swollen pussy, into the mixing bowl! It was so gooey and hot, just flowing luxuriously from me!

Oooooohhhhh…my illegal bahis body was shaking involuntarily…I laid my forehead on the table, honey-cum still ooooozing from my throbbing pussy, my outer lips quivering…Blue climbed up on the table, removed the mixing bowl and slid herself under me, her mouth under my pussy. She held my hips and pulled my pussy to her mouth, then lapped up all my cum and honey from my pussy and inner thighs…

“Oh…Blue…fuck…”

Blue knew I would cum again and screamed with delight, grabbing my ass…she dug her nails into my skin and roughly pulled me against her face, savagely devouring my pussy…sucking me hard into her mouth and growling into me…I threw my hair back, letting it land on my ass..but, I wanted my cum on her body this time, so I pulled my pussy from her mouth, moved down and straddled her tummy. Blue screamed with delight…

“Cum on me, baby! I want it all over me!”

Blue rubbed my clit and I came harder than ever, drenching her! (no squirting) I rubbed my cum all over her body while she purred for me, her arms outstretched and her legs spread…I kissed her very deeply…my tongue promising her I would make her cum later…and cum…and cum…and cum…

Oh yeah…the banana bread. It was VERY good! It MIGHT have made us horny when we ate it, except, we were already horny…as always…

*****

Thank-you for reading!

My love to all,

Sunny

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Author’s Note: I wanted to thank those of you that have commented/messaged me about my story. They make me smile and give me the encouragement to keep writing. Even the ones that are hateful since they motivate me to do better.

*****

I woke up the next morning and heard noises come from the kitchen and the smell of pancakes. I got up and stretched, yawning as I shuffled to the kitchen. To my surprise, it was Belle cooking. Belle never cooked.

“Night went well I’m guessing?” I sat up on the counter next to her.

“Oh it went amazing.” Belle was beaming. She looked at me and cradled my cheek. “Thank you, Rye.”

“For what? I didn’t do anything.”

“You made it happen.” She flipped the pancake over.

“Would’ve happened eventually.”

“You made it happen sooner.” She persisted. “Rye just say ‘you’re welcome’ like a normal person.”

“Fine. You’re welcome. Glad I could be your wingman.”

“Wingman? Nah. Wingboy.” She smirked. “You don’t get to be a man until you ask Toon out.”

I scowled then hopped off the counter. I stood behind her and pulled her close, hands squeezing her waist. I pushed my morning wood up against her butt, enjoying how it felt. “Not a man, huh?”

She ignored me. “Not a man.” She grinded her ass against in my crotch. “Yep. All I can feel is a little boy.”

“Little? Come on that’s just mean.”

She laughed while turning the stove off. She turned around and pulled me into a kiss. “Fine.” She kissed me again. “Not little. Perfect.” She bit my lip. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“For being a wingman?”

“For being a wingboy.” She said sternly as she turned around again. She leaned over the part of the counter that didn’t have a hot stove. “Come here.”

What was she up to? I guess I’d find out. I stood behind her and she pushed her ass against me. She rocked her butt back and forth, rubbing it against my bulge. My cock rubbed against the material of my boxers and I humped her faster to make it feel better than it already did. So close to actually fucking her. In the middle of the kitchen. Aunt April and Bethany were the only ones home but it would be hot to risk being caught by even them.

“Feel good, perv?”

“Yes…” It did. There was cloth between us, but it still felt amazing to be grinding up against her like an animal.

“Yea you like humping my ass like a sick pervert?”

Why did I like her abuse so much? Is this masochism? I just grunted in response. I wished she would tear our clothes away and let me grind against her directly. My cock would feel incredible wedged between her ass cheeks. I buried my face in her neck and kissed it.

“Well..” She suddenly pushed me away and grabbed the plate of pancakes. “Too bad. I promised Beth breakfast in bed.”

“Huh? But…”

“No buts.” She shook her head, evil smirk plastered on her face. “I said you deserve a reward. Didn’t say it would be right now.”

“Ah Belle come on.” She was terrible. The worst woman on the planet.

“Nope.” She kissed me on the lips. “You get it later. Bye!” She shook her ass at me to taunt me some more then rushed away. I could do nothing but stare in frustration. Then I had an idea. I grabbed my phone then rushed up to my bathroom, it finally being finished. It had been broken so long that I had forgotten about it.

***

“Those smell so good.” Bethany was sitting up on the bed now. “Gimme.”

Belle pouted. “Why are you wearing clothes?”

“Because if you saw me naked you’d want to jump me.” Bethany took the plate eagerly. “And I’m hungry.”

“I wanted breakfast and a show.”

“Too bad.” Bethany smiled. “Mmm. Belle these are so good. You should cook more often.”

“Ha no thanks.” Belle shook her head vigorously. “Too lazy. I’ll do it for you on special occasions though.” She grabbed a strawberry and held it out for Bethany, who quickly took a bite out of it.

“I’m honored.”

Before Belle could respond, her phone vibrated. She glanced at it and saw that it was a text from Rye. “Why’s Rye texting me?” She raised an eyebrow and opened the message. Then an extremely sly grin appeared on her face.

“What? What’s it say?”

“See for yourself.” Belle showed Bethany the phone screen. Rye’s cock was filling it along with the caption “Finish what you started”

“Oh my god!” Bethany laughed. “What’d you do to him?”

“Just teased him a little!” Bethany said. Then she responded to Rye “Girls don’t like dick pics as much as guys think they do.”

“I figured you were the exception.” Rye responded. “Was I right?”

“Only cuz it’s you, perv.” Belle rolled her eyes.

“So you gonna help?”

“Nah. I’ve got something better to do.” Belle sent that then turned to Belle. “Quick take your shirt off.”

“No. Food.”

“Beeeethhhhh. Help me tease our brother.”

“Ugh fine.” Bethany sighed and took her shirt off as requested. Belle put their plates to the side then kissed Bethany’s breast. Then while grandbetting giriş sucking on it, she took a picture.

“Thanks, Beth.” Belle grabbed Bethany’s shirt and tossed it before she could put it back on.

“We have to make sure he deletes that picture.” Bethany said as she started eating again. “Obviously.”

“Mhm.” Belle said, distracted. “Oh my god this perv.”

“What’d he say?”

“Thanks for the help.” Belle read. She frowned. “I wanted to tease him more not help him.”

“Did you really think he wouldn’t jerk it to that picture?”

“Why would he jerk off when the both of us are here and willing?”

“He doesn’t know that we’re willing right now.” Bethany said simply. “If you want him so bad, invite him up here.”

Belle sighed. “Fine.” She picked her phone up again. “Come to our room.” Then. “Bitch.”

“I’ll come if you apologize for calling me a bitch.”

Belle raised an eyebrow. “What? You’ve got a spine now? You’re real brave over text.”

“That’s a weird apology.”

“Ughhhhh fine. I’m sorry for calling you bitch. Come to our room, PERV.”

“Swiggity swooty.”

“Don’t you dare finish that.”

“I’m coming for that booty.”

“I hate you.” Belle deleted the picture she had received and the one she had sent. Moments later Ryan arrived.

“Hey.” He said with a smile and took a seat at desk near the girls. “Good morning, Beth.”

“Morning, Rye.” She saluted with her fork and returned to her food. “Sleep well?”

“Probably not as well as you two.” Ryan rested his feet on the bed. “You lovebirds sure you want me here? I’m fine with just the picture you sent.”

“We want you here.” Bethany winked. “Gotta thank you.”

“Like actually thank me or tease me like Belle did earlier?”

“Actually thank you.” Bethany finished her breakfast and set the plates aside. “Delete the picture first.”

“But…”

“Rye.” Bethany said, adopting her “Mom” voice. She was way too good at it.

“Fine.” He pulled his phone out and deleted the picture as ordered.

“Thank you, sweetie.” Bethany smiled.

“Yea. Thanks swe-” Belle made a gagging noise. “Thanks sweet-” She coughed. “Thanks, perv.”

“Ha ha very funny.” Ryan scowled.

“Come.” Bethany got off the bed and patted the spot where she had been sitting. “Sit.”

Ryan got up and sat down on the bed obediently. Bethany got back on the bed, and straddled him. She wiggled around until he grew hard and then adjusted his bulge so it was nestled right against her crotch. She leaned forward and began grinding up and down on his cock, the legs of her boxers spreading.

“Fuck.” Ryan said.

“Mhmm…” Bethany smirked. “You like how that feels, baby?”

“Mmm.”

“Good.” She nibbled on his ear then began kissing his neck. “You could probably cum from just this huh?”

“Mmm.” Ryan managed a grunt. Her scent. How she felt. The way she was kissing and biting his neck. It all had way too much power over him.

“Well we can’t have that… Flip a coin, Belle.” Bethany said.

Ryan watched with confusion as Belle rummaged through her purse until she found a quarter. “Coin flip?” He wished Bethany would resume her grinding. Were both his sisters going to start something and not finish?

“To see who gets to fuck you first.” Bethany smiled. “That is… if you don’t mind losing your virginity to one of us.”

Ryan grew pale. “Are you serious?”

“Mhm.”

“Heads or tails, Beth?” Belle asked.

She kissed Ryan. “Tails.”

“Ha! It’s heads.” Belle jumped excitedly. “Virgin killing time.”

“This is happening.” Ryan looked from sister to sister. “Oh God.”

“Calm down.” Bethany kissed him again. “There’s no pressure, sweetie.” She smiled as she kissed him again. “We don’t expect you to be good at it right off the bat.”

“Okay.” Ryan nodded quickly. He had briefly thought about wanting to lose his virginity to Toon. He was a virgin, might as well lose it to Toon if they ever started dating. But then he thought it would be better to get some experience first so that he didn’t ruin things with Toon.

“We’ll do it the boring, vanilla way for now.” Belle said as Ryan got off the bed so she could lie down. Ryan stared wide-eyed at her naked body. He had seen it plenty of times by now and it was amazing every time. “Strip and get over here, perv.” She smirked. Bethany took a seat at the desk. Not one of them thought about how bizarre the situation was. Hard to do any thinking when overcome by lust.

Ryan stripped in record time and got on top of Belle. “Uhm. Hello.”

“Hello.” Belle rolled her eyes and laugh. “Definitely a good idea for you to lose your virginity to me or Beth. You won’t make an idiot out of yourself with Toon.”

“Shut up.” Ryan’s ears turned red.

“Take it easy on him, Belle.” Bethany said.

“Fine fine.” Belle put both hands on Ryan’s face and kissed him. “Put it in, perv.”

Ryan tried. grandbetting yeni giriş He truly did. But he kept bumping into her clit or outer lips or even her thigh.

“Lower.”

Still nothing.

“Lower…WHOA Tooo low.” Belle clenched as Ryan’s cock pushed up against her asshole. “Easy tiger. That ain’t happening today.”

“Sorry sorry.” Ryan’s ears got more red. Why was this so hard? He finally pushed it into her and moaned. “Fuck.”

“Mmm… finally.” Belle wrapped her legs around Ryan. “Take it slow.”

“Mmm.” Ryan managed to say. Warm. Wet. Tight. But there was more. Feeling Belle’s breasts against his chest, her lips on his, and her legs wrapped around him. All that contributed to his pleasure. He moved slowly in and out and Belle moaned softly with each thrust.

“Get… faster…” Belle bit his bottom lip.

Ryan listened. He sped up and Belle began moaning more. And that was too much. “Fuck…Belle…” He moaned as he came inside her.

“Oh?” Belle’s eyes opened when she felt his cum fill her up. “Wow. You lasted what… thirty seconds? Stud.”

“Kill me.”

Belle laughed. “I’m just messing with you Rye.” She kissed him. “I expected 10 seconds out of you. You did way better.” She kissed him again then looked at Bethany. “That doesn’t count right? I got nothing out of it.”

Bethany smirked. “Oh it counts. Get off her, Rye.” She stood and pushed her boxer shorts down. “Let’s get you ready for me.”

“Dammit.” Belle scowled. “Fine. But I’m fucking him after you. Until I cum.”

“You guys want me to cum three times in a row?”

“You’re young. You can manage it.” Bethany smiled as she got on all fours.

She was right. He just came but Ryan was ready to go again after Bethany rubbed her ass against him for a few moments. He kneeled behind Bethany and put his hands on her waist. He pulled and she allowed him to push his cock into her. Feeling a little bit more confident, Ryan smacked her ass.

“Whoa!” Bethany let out a yelp. “Again…” She moaned when Ryan listened.

Ryan plowed into his sister from behind and slapped her ass whenever his hand felt like it and squeezed it in between spanks. It was now a lovely shade of pink. Bethany had buried her face in a pillow, her muffled moans urging Ryan on. He looked to Belle and saw her masturbating. She bit her lip when she noticed him watching.

“What? You expect me to just watch?” Ryan’s cum was leaking out of Belle’s pussy as she fingered herself. “You two look hot.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Ryan smirked. Bethany’s moaning had given him his confidence back. He still didn’t feel like a ‘sex god’ or anything. But when the girl you were fucking was biting her pillow, that was a good sign right?

Belle got up and kneeled behind Ryan, biting his neck. She rubbed at his chest as he fucked her twin. “A big part of sex is the dirty talk.”

Ryan grunted in response. Like he’d know how to dirty talk… “Hey!” He yelped when Belle pinched his ass.

“That’s it, perv.” She said huskily into his ear. “Fuck your sister. Shove your big cock into her and make her cum.” Belle went back to fingering herself but kept one arm wrapped around Ryan. “She’s wanted it for so long so give it to her. Make her yours.” She got close to cumming several times but she held back so that she could cum when Ryan fucked her. “You can cum inside her like you did with me. She’ll take it. Won’t you Beth?”

“Mmm…yes…” Bethany moaned out. “Cum inside me, Rye. I need it.”

Ryan collapsed onto his sister, driving his cock deeper inside her. Bethany moaned out loud in surprise then her legs began to quiver as an orgasm took her. Ryan came with her as her pussy squeezed around him. “Fuck…Beth…” He kept thrusting as he came. He needed to get every drop into her. Fill her up.

“Just… like… that…” Bethany panted as Ryan stayed on top of her, both of their bodies still experiencing the after effects of a strong orgasm.

Ryan sat up, squeezed his cock so the rest of his cum would come out onto her ass, then sat back. Belle had returned to the desk. “Not bad.” Belle smirked. “My turn.”

“Wait…” Ryan breathed. “Jesus, Belle. I just came.”

“Your cock can use some cleaning up until then. Get up, Beth.”

Bethany took her time in getting up. She began to get dressed. “I’m gonna take a shower. Need to get all this cum cleaned up.”

“Have fun.” Belle smacked her sisters butt then laid down on her belly between Ryan’s legs as he leaned against the headboard. His cock was partially hard and covered in everyone’s cum. She licked her lips then took the head of his cock into her mouth. “Mmm…” Ryan gasped as the vibrations from her moaning pleasantly stimulated his cock.

“God I love your dick.” Belle murmured before taking all of it into her mouth and against her throat. “Whenever you want me, Rye. Just tell me.” She deep throated him. “I don’t think I can ever give up your cock.”

Ryan put his hand grandbetting güvenilirmi on the back of her head. “You’re being nice.”

“Because you’ve got a nice dick.” Belle said bluntly. She sucked him off for a few more moments until she was satisfied he was clean, and hard, enough. “Lay down properly.”

Ryan obeyed immediately and then Belle straddled him. He watched as her pussy easily swallowed his cock down to the base. He put his hands on her waist. “I love your body…”

“We know.” Belle smirked and began grinding. Her clit was stimulated this way and she could keep his cock completely inside her for as long as she wanted. “You’re not allowed to jerk off anymore.”

“What?” Ryan grunted as Belle began using him. That’s what it felt like, at least. After all he was just laying there as Belle kept her hands on his chest and grinded on his cock.

“You heard me.” Belle dug her nails into his chest and smiled when he moaned in pleasure and pain. “I don’t want you wasting your cum. Bethany and I will need it when we decide to use you.”

“Use me?”

“That’s right.” Belle moaned. “You’re our fuck toy remember?” She began grinding faster. “And we’re going to milk every bit of cum out of you.” She took his hands and placed each one on her breasts, biting her lip as she looked down at him. “You don’t mind do you?”

“Not at all.” Ryan said, faintly. Belle’s body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, accentuating her toned belly. Her breasts rose and fell with each grind, her pink nipples hard and pointing outward. She moved her hips expertly as if she knew instinctively what Ryan wanted.

Belle spread her legs and leaned back so she had to ride on and off his cock. The angle pushed his cock right against her g-spot and increased the pleasure she was feeling. Even with Ryan having no clue what he was doing, Belle felt that this was the best sex – with a guy – she’d ever had. She thought about what it’d be like after he got more experience and… “Fuck… fuck… mmm…” She collapsed on top of him so she could ride her orgasm out with ease, forcing Ryan into swallowing her moans. Ryan, having cum 2 times already, managed to hold back on cumming. When he felt that she was done quivering, Ryan flipped her onto her back while keeping his cock inside her.

“My turn.”

“Wait a second.” Belle panted. “Still a bit sensitive… Oh!” Her eyes rolled back and she writhed as Ryan began plowing into her. “Rye… slow… down…” She moaned.

“No.” He put his hands under her ass to hold her too him and squeezed it.

“Rye…” She wrapped her legs around his back, watching through hooded eyes the animal expression on his face. Right then, Ryan did not look or feel like her little brother. He was a man. A man that was using her for his pleasure. “Fuck.”

Ryan grunted as he thrust into Belle. The need to cum was there again. But it was taking its time in actually happening so Ryan increased his pace. He needed to cum. The pressure was too much by this point. He needed to fill Belle up, watch her try to hold back her moans as he gave her a second load of cum. He imagined her getting up afterwards and having it drip out of her. Over and over he rutted into her until he finally got over the edge. With an almost animal groan, Ryan came inside his sister. His cock throbbed with each spurt of cum and forced him to keep thrusting even after he stopped shooting. When his cock finished, Ryan pulled out. “That was…” He struggled to catch his breath. “Was awesome.”

“Uh-huh.” Belle laid with her arms spread eagle, staring up at the ceiling. Her whole body was feeling the effects of an orgasm as she had cum from Ryan filling her up.

“I’m really sleepy.” Ryan got off the bed. “Gonna take a nap…” He mumbled, then promptly dropped onto Bethany’s bed.

***

Belle woke up and saw that Bethany was working and Ryan was still asleep. She regretted just lying in bed after Ryan came inside her because now she felt gross. She took a quick shower to get rid of that feeling then came back, sitting down at the edge of Bethany’s bed and stroking Ryan’s hair. She looked down at the long, thin scars that ran along his arms and part of his neck. With hesitation she felt the scar of his bullet wound.

Bethany looked up from her work to see tears streaming down Belle’s face. “Hey… What’s wrong?”

Belle sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “His scars.” The tears kept running anyway. “Remember when we used to be jealous of him having perfect skin? I’ve ruined it.”

“You didn’t do anything.” Bethany squeezed Belle’s free hand. “It’s that creepy bastard’s fault, not yours.”

“He’s been wearing long sleeve shirts or jackets when we go out. It’s hot as hell outside.”

“Because he doesn’t want to deal with people asking questions not because he’s insecure about them. You know Rye doesn’t give a shit about things like that.”

“But still… Beth.” She tenderly held his hand up. The back of it looked like a wild animal had gotten ahold of it.

Bethany stayed quiet. She didn’t blame Belle for Ryan’s injuries. But she could sympathize with the guilt that Belle was feeling since she herself felt it. In her mind, she should have stopped Ryan from acting so rashly. She’d been too slow and now he was permanently scarred. He nearly died from her inaction.

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I used a corkscrew to open our second bottle of a very nice Cab-Merlot blend and poured each of us another round into the long-stemmed glasses. My wife, Dana, our next door neighbor, Sue, and I were enjoying a warm, early evening on our deck last summer.

Dana took a sip of her wine, leaned back, and put her foot in my lap. Automatically, I put my hand on her foot and began to slowly stroke the length of her long, narrow foot. She wiggled her painted toes in response to my caresses.

Sue took a long sip from her glass and watched me stroke my wife’s foot lovingly.

“Paul gives a wonderful foot massage,” Dana told our neighbor. “Sometime, I think he has a foot fetish,” she added with a giggle.

I was a bit embarrassed, but I continued to lightly stroke the top of my wife’s foot absently.

“It must be divine,” Sue offered. “I wish my Dan would do that for me. My feet ache at night after I’ve been in heels all day.”

Dana found it hard to believe that Dan didn’t like to play with Sue’s feet. “There are only a few things that feel better than a good foot massage,” she quipped.

I reached for my wine glass, leaving Dana’s foot in my lap.

“Hey, don’t quit now!” Dana told me. “I was just starting to enjoy it.”

I told her that I was just having some wine and would soon continue.

I returned to massaging my wife’s foot and pulling gently on each toe. Dana leaned back and closed her eyes as I slowly worked on each small bone within her foot.

Dana finally opened her eyes and glanced at Sue. “Really, haven’t you ever had a good foot massage?” she asked.

“No, not really,” Sue replied. “I really don’t like massage stuff,” she added somewhat haughtily.

Dana grinned. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Sue. “You would love it, I’m sure.”

“Dan likes some of my other parts,” Sue joked, calling my attention to her ample breasts.

“Nevertheless, you should let Paul massage your feet for you. He’s really good at it.”

Sue hesitated. “I doubt if Paul would want to do my feet,” she kaçak iddaa said without looking at me.

I looked over at Sue as I began to stroke Dana’s other foot. “It would be my pleasure, Sue,” I assured her.

Sue was wearing a T-shirt, a pair of white shorts and cute sandals. I noticed that she, too, had red painted toenails to match her fingernails. Sue looked very attractive as she held her glass and looked to my wife.

“Well, are you sure, Dana?” she asked tentatively. “You don’t mind if Paul does my feet?”

“Heaven’s no, Sue. If Paul does a good job, maybe you can get Dan to give you foot massages on a regular basis. It’s fun.”

I could tell that Sue was intrigued by the idea, but was still hesitant.

“Give me your foot, Sue,” I said. “I’ll do both of you at the same time.”

Sue giggled at my comment. “Maybe just a little bit,” she decided as she slipped off her sandal and lifted her foot onto my leg, about halfway up my thigh.

It was exciting to hold a woman’s foot in each hand. I felt that I had a challenge.

I explored Sue’s smaller foot with my left hand as I continued to massage Dana’s foot with my right hand. Finally, I decided to try the same moves on each foot at the same time, just to see what would happen.

My hands stroked the top of each foot. I saw Sue shiver a little as I traced from her ankle to the tip of her big toe. Then, I began to tug on each toe of each foot, starting with the little toe and working up to the big toes.

“See how good it feels, Sue?” Dana gushed as I continued by inserting my finger between each toe.

“Oh, yes, it does feel good,” Sue confessed.

After concentrating on the top of each foot and each toe, I repositioned their feet and worked along each heel, using my thumbs to massage the soles. It was obvious from Sue’s accelerated breathing that she was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of someone paying close attention to her bare foot.

My thumbs worked up along each arch and onto the ball of their feet. I heard low moans from Dana and Sue, kaçak bahis so I knew they both were enjoying my ministrations.

By now, I had finished both of Dana’s feet, so I moved to face Sue more directly and asked her for her other foot. She slowly raised her other leg and put both feet in my lap. As she moved, I got a brief glimpse of her silky, peach colored panties.

I was now able to use both hands on each of Sue’s feet, clutching them and manipulating the various structures to help her relax. Dana was sipping her wine and watching. Sue had her eyes closed and clearly was off in another world. Sue would lick her lips and bite her bottom lip off and on, indicating a degree of arousal I had not seen in her before. It encouraged me to keep going.

I stopped abruptly and reached for my glass to take another sip. “Oh, don’t stop now!” Sue gasped as her eyes snapped open.

“Just pausing for a little sip,” I assured her. “Are you ready for more?”

“You were right, Dana, it feels divine,” Sue gushed somewhat embarrassed.

“I know, I know,” my wife replied with a sly grin. “Paul’s an expert foot man.”

I returned to Sue’s right foot and again used my thumbs to slide up from her heel, across her instep, and onto the ball of her foot and along the base of her toes.

“Oh God,” Sue moaned as I repeated the maneuver.

I repeated the moves again, even slower, and slipped my finger between her toes at the end. The third time I did it, as I was sliding along her instep, Sue gasped and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Oh, ahh, oh yes,” was all Sue could utter as I felt her body shudder slightly.

It was pretty obvious to me, and to Dana, that my foot massage had given her friend, Sue, a small, but satisfying orgasm!

“That’s enough,” Sue moaned as she returned to Earth a few seconds later. She was more than a little embarrassed that she’d let herself go. “I think I need some more wine now, please.”

Sue pulled her feet from my lap and tried to cover up her arousal. Her face was now flushed and splashes illegal bahis of red covered her upper chest and neck. I got another flash of peach panty as she again sat upright in the deck chair. There was also a small wet spot in the crotch of her shorts.

“I told you he was an expert,” Dana teased. “I don’t blame you for enjoying every minute.”

Sue picked up her wine glass and took a deep sip. I raised my glass and touched hers in a symbolic toast. Our eyes met and I saw a mixture of emotions sweep across her face. I had just given my neighbor a small climax and she had no idea how to handle that.

Dana filled the awkward silence. “Honey, why don’t you get us more chips and some of that good salsa we picked up the other day?”

Happily, I jumped at the chance to cool off a bit. I excused myself and headed for the kitchen.

When I returned, the gals were deep in a different discussion and we continued until the wine was finally consumed. There was no further comment about foot massages, but I had the distinct feeling that Dana had talked to Sue about it and had assured her that all was well.

Sue finally headed home to await Dan’s homecoming from his office. She and Dana exchanged their usual hug and peck at the door. Sue turned and gave me an unusually tight hug and very quickly kissed me on the mouth.

“Thanks for everything,” Sue whispered before she turned and walked across our front yard to her house next door.

“That was fun,” Dana commented as we closed the front door. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I tried to play it cool. “It was definitely an interesting evening,” I admitted without really admitting anything.

Later, Dana and I bathed each other in our oversized tub. She gave me a soapy foot job and rinsed me off before bending forward and taking my now-stiff cock into her mouth.

It had been a long time since Dana had been so obviously aroused. I lit some candles and we enjoyed a lengthy love-making session to cap off our day. We finished with Dana on top, furiously riding me to a crashing climax for us both.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get to give two simultaneous foot massages again, but if not, I will always have that evening to remember.

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Today is a very sad day. Abigail, my fetish partner, is going to be moving away at the end of this school year because one of her rich parents found a job somewhere else. So we will not be able to see each other, but we will keep in contact. Now, I know long distance relationships don’t work out, but technically we aren’t really dating. Contrarily to what everybody else thinks, we are not girlfriend and boyfriend. I mean, I’ve only kissed her one time, but that’s about as far as I went… other than seeing her naked, but only so we could watch each other masturbate with the Clarinet and Flute.

Even though we were both not happy about the move, it really didn’t have much effect on our little meetings. It was the same old her come over to my house to masturbate with her Flute and me with my Clarinet, as well as me go over to her house so I could masturbate with her Clarinet while she used her Flute or my Clarinet.

The night before she was going to leave, she requested me to do something.

She said, “So this will be weird, but there’s something I want you to do before I have to leave.”

I asked, “Really? What could it be?” At this point, I had no idea what she was going to say.

She said, “Well, you have already used my Clarinet as a sex toy a bunch of times which I still get turned on every time I open my Clarinet case, but this time I want you to cum all over my Flute.” I was actually surprised Abigail had said cum, usually she says sperm instead, but it seemed like she caught on to me saying the word.

I said, “I could do that, how about I use your Clarinet as a sex toy and then let my cum ooze all over your Flute?”

She said excited, “I would like that.”

I said, “And I’ll make sure to leave my cum in your Clarinet as well.”

She said, “Ok.” So she went to get her Clarinet and put it together. I started to blow warm air in it like I always do and then stripped down until I was naked. I slid my penis inside the bell of her Clarinet and started moving it around. Abigail turns me on pretty fast when she is watching so it was already really wet inside her Clarinet after putting my penis in. I started to get faster and faster with moving the bell of her Clarinet up and down. Finally, I started cumming in her Clarinet. When I slowed down until I stopped, I put the mouthpiece of her Flute under me, but I got up and tilted her Clarinet down so that the mouthpiece of her Clarinet was facing the mouthpiece of her Flute.

She asked surprised, “You’re going to let your cum drip all the way down through my Clarinet?”

I replied, “Yeah, and I’ll make sure to clean out this hole (I was pointing to the one on the bottom under the register key where my cum drips out of all the time) so that it won’t be clogged.” My cum started oozing out of the mouthpiece of her Clarinet right on her Flute. Some of my cum even went inside the hole of her Flute where the mouthpiece is.

She said, “This is so hot, are you going to let your cum dry inside my Clarinet?”

I said, “Yeah. That way you can remember me when you see your Clarinet and your Flute.” I waited to see if any more cum would ooze out, but it seemed like no more would. Her Flute had some cum on it, as well as in it.

She said, “I so want to use my Flute now, but I don’t want it to wipe off your cum.”

I said, “No worries, we can go to my house and you can use my Clarinet.” So that’s what we did. I left both her Flute and Clarinet on her bed so my cum would dry and we walked to my house. I put together my Clarinet without putting the reed on and gave it to her. She slowly started to put it in her pussy and little by little went deeper and deeper. She then got faster and faster while she moaned every time she would slide my Clarinet inside her. Then she started cumming all over my Clarinet and got slower until she stopped. My Clarinet was covered in her cum and when she took it out, some of her cum got on my bed.

I said, “I’m going to let your cum dry on my Clarinet as well so I can remember you.” So I put my Clarinet on my chair in my office and we went back to her house.

Some of my cum on her Flute was dried, but her Clarinet still had a little wet cum in it. At the end of the night, we put both her Clarinet and Flute back in their cases and I told her that we’ll check it tomorrow when I come back to help her move.

That sad day when she did move, she requested me to do something else before she left. She said, “So I was thinking last night, but I really don’t know how you would feel if I ask you this.”

I said confused, “Well you can ask me anything.”

She said, “Well… I know we masturbate while watching each other, but I think… I want you to be my first, if you know what I mean.”

I said, “Wow! I like that idea.”

She said, “Really? I figured you would be disturbed by it.”

I said, “No, silly, of course not.”

She said, “Well, all the nervousness has got me turned on.”

I said, “I’m turned on now that you asked me.”

So bahis siteleri we started taking our clothes off and we were both naked on her bed. She said, “I like how turned on you are, I’m just so nervous, I have never done this before.”

I said, “I’m a little nervous too.” She knew I had never had sex before.

I got on top of her and started to kiss her. Then we started to make out. She said, “This is so amazing, I’m glad you will be my first.”

I said, “Oh you’ll really be glad once I’m inside you.”

She said excited, “I like that.”

I slowly started to put my penis inside her pussy. She was so wet and her pussy felt warm. It felt different than my Clarinet. She made a little noise when I went all the way inside her.

I asked, “Are you ok?”

She responded, “Yeah, I just like how big you are.”

I said smiling, “I know.”

I started moving in and out a little bit while she started moaning a little bit. I got a little faster and went even deeper inside her. It felt so good that I didn’t want to stop. Suddenly I was close to climax and then upon getting a little faster I started cumming inside her. I then got slower until I stopped and put my penis as far as it would go inside her. I couldn’t move because it felt so good. Then I got up and took my penis out of her.

She said out breath and astonished, “Wow! That was amazing.”

I said, “Yes, that really was amazing.”

She said, “I have never orgasm like that before.”

I said, “Me either.” My cum was oozing out of her pussy onto her bed.

We put our clothes back on and I started to help her with moving again. I kept thinking about the sex we just had, and while I really liked how it felt, to me it was a different feeling. Like I wouldn’t give up the sexual experience I have with my Clarinet just too only have sex. I would want both, but I wanted to know how she thought about it.

I said, “So which do you like better, having sex or using your Flute and Clarinet?”

She said, “Well the sex was definitely amazing, no joke there, but even if we were having sex regularly, I would still use my Clarinet and Flute from time to time.”

I said, “Well I’m glad you said that because that’s how I would feel. I would never want to give up using my Clarinet as a sex toy.”

About 2 hours before she left, things got crazy. We tried everything both of us could think of to keep her from moving away. But, in the end it didn’t work out because we both didn’t have a job and there would have been no way for that to work with the limited time we had to work with. So, in the end, she moved, but we still keep in contact.

***

After Abigail left, I pretty much just started keeping to myself. I had started college in the fall and I really didn’t have a best friend except for Abigail. People knew me, but they didn’t know much about me. Abigail and I still are not boyfriend and girlfriend, we never were in the past and that’s always worked out. We still do keep in contact which is always a good sign because there are some days I don’t know what I would do without her. One of the things that Abigail’s rich parents bought her for her graduation was a new Flute. The funny thing is that because her old Flute still has my cum in it, she doesn’t want to use the new Flute. She offered to send it to me, but she said she will tell her parents that she’s using the new one. I told her she didn’t have to, but she insisted, so now I have her new Flute. She told me to think of it as her present to me. To my surprise, when I got it, I found out that she had used it as a sex toy.

Over the summer, my mom got married to this guy who has a daughter, so now I have a step-sister. Now my step sister, Mallory, is in band as well and she plays English horn. Both my step-sister and mom’s new husband moved down to where my mom and I live now. They just wanted out of their own town, which I can’t really blame them. They went through a lot of bad times there. Mallory is 18, like me, but is actually a little bit younger than me. Our birthdays’ are only two months apart though. She started school late so she is a senior this year.

I would say that Mallory is only a little shorter than Abigail, but not by much. Mallory’s hair is definitely shorter than Abigail’s, but it’s also a different color. Abigail’s hair is brown and is long enough to reach her elbow; Mallory’s hair is blond and only goes down half way between her shoulder and her elbow. Mallory wears a lot makeup all the time, even when she isn’t going anywhere, sometimes I wonder if she wears it to bed, but I doubt it. Abigail doesn’t wear as much makeup and only will put some on if she is going somewhere.

When I first saw Mallory’s English horn, I never really thought of how sexy an English horn looks, but this instrument can sometimes turn me on. The bell of the English horn looks unique, something I never seen before and because of the fetish I have with woodwind instruments, I wondered how it would feel to use an English horn as a sex toy.

Well canlı bahis siteleri after much waiting, one day Mallory was gone, but I noticed when I walked by her room that she had left her English horn laying on her bed. I knew she was playing it just a few minutes ago, but now I was in the house alone. At first, I wanted to go get her English horn, but I kept thinking that it wouldn’t be a good idea. Finally, I just went for it and picked up her English horn, then took it to my room. It felt a little heavier than my Clarinet and I started blowing warm air inside it. I didn’t know how to play her English horn so I didn’t know the fingering. Her English horn was still warm from when she had been practicing it and the whole situation was just turning me on. I had to be quick though. I took off my pants and underwear and started to slide my penis inside her English horn. It felt so warm inside, but was a different feeling than my Clarinet. I started to move the bell of her English horn up and down. The bell of her English horn made a perfect fit around my penis. I got faster and faster until I started cumming inside her English horn.

I just sat there for a moment with my penis still in her English horn, then all of the sudden I heard a door slam. I got really scared that I quickly, even while still without pants and underwear, rushed to put her English horn back in her room where she had it and then ran back to my room. I put all my clothes back on, but as soon as my step-sister came into her room, I remembered that I forgot to clean out all my cum that was inside her English horn. I thought for sure that she would notice, but to my surprise, she didn’t.

Later that night, I went to check on Mallory and she was sleeping. One thing I learned is that normally when she sleeps, there’s no waking her up, so I quietly grabbed her English horn case and went back to my room. I opened it up, only to find out that my cum had dried inside her English horn. I knew then that she didn’t even notice, so I put her English horn back in the case and put it back in her room.

After that day, I would sometimes use her English horn as a sex toy. It wasn’t a normal routine like with my Clarinet, just whenever she was gone long enough for me to get a hold of it.

Near the end of the semester, I was telling Abigail about school and everything like we normally done and she said that she had to go, but wanted to do something sexy tonight. This means that we’ll see each other on webcam use our instruments as sex toys. I never told her about what I did with Mallory’s English horn, though Abigail knows that Mallory is in band. I don’t think I could ever tell Abigail my sexual experience with my Mallory’s English horn; just the fear of what she will think is what I’m afraid of. So anyways, hearing about what Abigail and I were going to do turned me on, so I got out my Clarinet and Flute which still had some of Abigail’s cum in it and got out some balloons.

I blew up 2 balloons and when trying to get everything setup, I heard someone come into the house. That’s when I remembered I had told this girl, named Katy, to come by my house to get some things for the project that we are working on. So I was going to just hide the balloons and my instruments and then get what she needed. The only thing I could think of for the balloons was to hide them under the covers and pillows.

She then came to my door and said, “What are you doing?”

I said, “Nothing.”

She said looking around, “Ok then.” She then sat on my bed. I had hoped that she wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but I was wrong. She said, “What’s this on your bed?” She then uncovered the balloons. She said, “Balloons? I like balloons!” She then grabbed the first one which was red. She said, “So you like balloons huh?”

I said, “I didn’t know those were there.”

She asked, “How does that work?” She then started playing with the balloon, but quickly uncovered the balloons that weren’t blown up. She said, “Looks like I found somebody’s dirty little secret.”

I said, “Ok, I’ll admit it, I like balloons, it’s not that bad.”

She said, “Nope, not bad at all.”

I said pointing at her, “But don’t tell anyone.”

She said, “I don’t tell secrets.” She then got one of the balloons that was not blown up which was a yellow one and then started blowing it up. She blew it up pretty big and then tied it. She said, “You like watching me blow it up?”

I said, “Yeah.”

She said, “I figured you would, so what do you do with these balloons?”

I said, “Oh you know, the same thing you would do.”

She said, “So you hid them for nothing? I know it’s got to be something else.” I knew this was going nowhere quickly so I had to tell her.

I said, “Well… I like to lay on them naked.”

She said, “Wow, that sounds hot, does it make you cum?”

I said, “Sometimes.”

She asked, “Did you lay on these naked?”

I said, “No.” She then got both the yellow and red one and started canlı bahis squeezing them a little bit.

She said, “So am I turning you on?”

I said, “Maybe.”

She said, “So if I wasn’t here right now, what would you do with these balloons?”

I said, “Well I would blow up 3 more, tie them together, and then lay on them.”

She said, “Really? Would you be naked?”

I said, “Sometimes.”

She said, “So show me.” I got on the bed and then took my pants and shirt off. Once I got my pants off, she said, “Wow, looks like somebody is already wet and hard.”

I said, “Yeah.” I then blew up another balloon which was green and I accidentally got some semen on it.

She said, “Wow, you must be really turned on. What if I do this?” She then started taking her shirt and bra off and started pushing the red balloon on her boobs.

I said, “I like that.”

She said, “I bet.” I then blew up another balloon which was white and started tying the balloons together. I then blew up the last balloon which was purple and tied it on as well. She asked, “So where do you keep all these balloons?”

I said, “In a safe in my office.”

She said, “Really now, let me see.” She then got up and went to my office, but then I remembered I had my Clarinet and Flute in there. So, she quickly saw it there. She said, “You were practicing your Clarinet?”

I said, “Yeah.”

She said, “But you have both your Clarinet and Flute out and they are just sitting there, and I didn’t know you played Flute.” Katy used to be in band and played Flute, but for some reason decided to quit.

I said, “Yeah, it’s something I play only at home, but I normally keep my instruments there.”

She said, “I’ve been here before and didn’t see them and it’s a little suspicious that you have both of your instruments out, plus you have balloons out as well. So, I’m guessing since you do something sexy with the balloons, you probably do something sexy with these instruments.”

I thought she may have seen Abigail’s cum on my Flute and thought it was mine. It was starting to turn me on getting caught by Katy. I said, “Well, long story short, I like to use my Clarinet as a sex toy.”

She said, “Wow, I would never have guessed.”

I said, “Yeah, I don’t tell anybody.” I seriously didn’t think Katy would say anything to anybody though.

She said, “I know, but how do you have sex with it?”

I said, “Let me show you.” I took my Clarinet and pulled my underwear down and then slid my penis into my Clarinet. I started moving it up and down a little bit and said, “So I just get it wet and start moving it up and down until I cum.”

She said, “Wow, that’s really hot.”

I said, “Really?” I wanted to know what she would say next.

She said, “Yeah, you are turning me on.” I then took my penis out of my Clarinet and then put my Clarinet and Flute on my bed. She said, “So what about the flute? How do you use that?”

I said, “I just rub it on my penis.”

She said, “Wow, have you cum on your Flute before?”

I said, “Yeah.” I had only done that once, just to try it.

She said, “That’s sexy.” She then started taking her pants off and said, “I want to play with you while you do your thing.” She saw my balloons and then got some and said, “You sure do have a lot of balloons.”

I said, “I always keep a lot of them saved.” She starting blowing up the balloons and tying them together just like I did.

She said, “These balloons sure do make a lot of noise.”

I said, “Well they make even more noise when I do this.” I then sat on a balloon and it popped.

She said, “Wow that was loud.”

I said, “Yeah, I like to sit and lay on them.”

She said, “We should do it together.” Then she started laying on hers while I laid on mine and we both popped all our balloons.

She said, “Did you cum yet?”

I said, “Not yet, that’s what my Clarinet is for.” I then got my Clarinet and started sliding my penis into my Clarinet. I got it nice and wet inside it.

She then got my Flute and said, “This will really turn you on.” She then put my Flute inside her pussy.

I said, “It does.” I then started moving the bell of my Clarinet up and down while she was sliding my Flute in and out of her. She started moaning and I was getting faster and faster until I was cumming really hard inside my Clarinet. She, then, started cumming all over my Flute. We both got slower and I just sat there with my penis inside my Clarinet, while she took my Flute out of her pussy. When she put it on my bed, I then pulled my penis out of my Clarinet and cum started oozing out of it.

She said, “I like that!”

I said, “I figured you would.”

I never did get her the stuff she needed for the project to tell you the truth. She had to go after all that and I kept thinking about it the rest of the day.

***

Today, Katy came over to my house again. Katy used to go to my high school, but is now at the same college as I’m at now. At first we started to work on the project, but things got out of control. She said, “So, I have an idea. I want you to teach me how to play your Clarinet. Were you still first chair in high school when I left band?”

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