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It’s 5 P.M. and we are eating dinner. I am more focused on Mr. Hex than on my food. And why would I not? He looks delectable in his loose and thin tank top. His chest is covered but his hard and shaped pectorals are party visible. I can see those nipples hard and ready to be licked. My focus is not on those nipples today, nor on those thick muscular arms. No, my attention is grabbed by that thin silver chain hanging in front of his tank. More particularly, on the small silver key it is dangling. On weekdays, I get to only see him in his work clothes. Always in fit and clean suits. At the most, he removes his jacket while having dinner and then retreats to his room. He usually dresses formally, going casual when has to do some physical work.

And I have never seen him in his workout gear. I’ll have to wake up before sunrise I want to see him those. Not that I am complaining. He looks good in formal wear. Short black hair on sides and a little longer on the top. Clean-shaven hard jaw on a square face and those dark blue eyes. You have to be close to see that they are blue and not black. Although, he is sporting a stubble today. It is Saturday, so after Friday morning, the next shave will be on Monday. Till then, I get to see the formal Mr. Hex turn into a sexy rugged casual guy. Or any other persona-based upon what he is doing this weekend. Or rather who.

I have been living with him for two months. It is a big villa enclosed on all sides by a big fence and trees, practically hiding the backyard and the pool. I am renting one of his spare bedrooms while I am supervising a construction project nearby. I did see a lot of motels and could have slept on the couch at one of the guys’, but I did not want to live with someone who works under me. There was no better accommodation in the neighborhood for renting. Except for this villa. When I had known about this, I wasted no time contacting him. Affordable, very comfortable, and clean room with a few “rules” and a very peculiar owner, known for his strange activities and different men visiting his villa every weekend, according to the lady at a nearby grocery store. It was fine by me.

More than fine. It would have been finer if I would have been able to participate in those activities happening behind his bedroom or the other room which is always kept locked. His dungeon. He had told me that I was free to use the backyard, pool, gym room, kitchen, and living room but never to go in those two rooms. Eh, simple to follow. The other rules were: to always be on time for dinner, which we either cooked alternatively or ordered in. Or inform if we had plans. And lastly, to keep everything clean. He was very vocal that he will not be hiding his lifestyle and that I should either be out of the house or be in my room on Saturdays. I was out in the first month, but then I was curious. Sometimes I watch from the stairs if his dates are downstairs. His door is always open and the sounds are always audible. On more than one occasion, I was aroused and had jerked off to the sounds and scenes I could catch. And he is very free about talking about his lifestyle if I ask something or am caught watching. And every time I bolt away.

“You are not eating.” Mr. Hex said.

“Huh?”

“I said you are not eating. You have been eyeing the key for a minute or two. You seem very interested in it.” Mr. Hex said while rolling the key between his thumb and finer. Those firm and big fingers. How must those feel inside someone? Thick and deliberate in the movements. Everything he does is perfectly done. And those fingers must be doing the job of finding the prostate very well based Pendik Escort upon the sounds I hear. These thoughts have been getting more distracting as the weekend comes near. What is he planning for today? The key is too small.

“What does it lock?” I asked. I was curious about the key and why was he wearing it around his neck.

“Jerry’s cock. I have locked it last Saturday and will let it out if he pleases me today.” What? I am confused and aroused. And it must have shown on my face.

“Don’t be shocked, Ace. He willingly asked me to do this, so he can focus his attention on serving me and pleasing me.”

“Doesn’t he want the pleasure?” I asked.

“He gets it by obeying me, by giving up the control of his orgasms, by me milking his prostate. The idea that I am in control of his orgasms and have the power to grant or deny them is a heady feeling for both of us. You should try it sometime.” And he winked. My heart was beating much faster. Never mind the blood pumping down in my dick.

“No. I am not into that.” I said.

“Really? Stand up.” He commanded in his gruff and gravelly voice and I immediately stood up. I don’t know why but his hoarse voice goes straight to my dick, which is now tenting my lounge pants.

“See, you are very much interested. In this cock cage, and in all the things I do. You have been spying with more boldness each week. It is time you either come forward and accept your desires or step backward and go on lying to yourself.” What? Stop spying? Those are the highlights of my weekends. No.

“No. I am a little interested, I agree, but… I… lock… how?” I am a little scared and more aroused about getting in with Mr. Hex in his activities.

Mr. Hex smirked and he looked very sexy right then. I have always had normal vanilla sex with my hookups, but I do want Mr. Hex. Maybe this is the chance where he is making a move. I want him but I don’t know how to ask him and why would he be with a novice like me?

“Tell you what, we’ll start simple. I have a spare plastic cock cage in the dungeon. You’ll wear it today and you can watch me and Jerry in my bedroom. You’ll have the key. If you can last locked till he leaves and obey simple commands, I’ll remove it and jerk you off. How does it sound?” Mr. Hex jerking me off. My dick twitches. Watching him and Jerry play. It twitches again. Assisting him in his bedroom. My dick aches and feels constricted by trousers. Oh, yes. Just thinking about them is enough to make me fully aroused. A few strokes and I can come now. Maybe I will rub one out in my room in a few minutes and have another by the man who stars frequently in my dreams.

“It sounds good, Mr. Hex. I’ll see you when he arrives.” I said and started towards the stairs so I could quickly get to my room. Mr. Hex laughed and I stopped in my tracks.

“You are not jerking off, Ace. Especially not now that you have agreed to hand me the control of my dick to me.”

“Your dick?” I ask, confused. And a little more aroused. I can see a wet spot forming in front of my grey lounge pants. His dick. Going by how fit and muscular he looks even in his 30s, my imagination only makes my already hard cock pulse again. I need to relieve myself quickly.

“Yes, mine. It is no longer your dick to touch, to control. It is mine.” I whimper and my dick twitches. And he smiles.

“It is mine to touch, squeeze, or stroke.” Now, I don’t think I can it control any longer and I palm my groin.

“Na, nah. No touching what’s mine without my permission, Ace. Where are your manners?” Mr. Hex asks. I cannot think anymore. I need Tuzla Escort some friction. I have never been this aroused without touching myself or without watching something. I want it. I need to touch myself.

“Please, Mr. Hex. Can I touch my dick?” I ask. I don’t know how those words slipped from my mouth. And why do those words make me more excited and aroused? The idea of this strong and sexy man being in control of my pleasure seems very enticing.

“Good boy.” Mr. Hex says and I almost came from the pleasure and I quickly give myself a stroke from the outside. A moan escapes from my mouth. This feels good. Very good. Before I could continue, Mr. Hex grasps my wrist and stops me. I did not even notice him move.

“I did not give you my permission, Ace. I praised you because you asked properly. But you are disappointing me by stroking yourself without my permission.” Oh. I feel sad and disappointed now. From displeasing him? Or from not being allowed to touch myself? I can no longer tell. All I can think about is this man in front of me and my hard-on, and the anticipation of tonight.

“You need to be locked in now. I have to protect what’s mine. You want that right, Ace? To belong to me? To be controlled by me? To please me and be rewarded later?”

“Yes.” I sigh. I don’t which question I answered. Or why. My brain seems to have stopped working this evening.

“Very good. Now you strip your t-shirt and pants, fold them in the neat pile and kneel by the sofa. I’ll bring the cage. I expect you remember the pose from all the covert glances you caught from my partners.”

I feel embarrassed from being reminded and flush; excited about getting the night started. Why do his questions seem to only have the answer yes?

“Yes, sir.” I say and start removing my clothes. After placing them in a neat pile on the table, I kneel on the fur carpet, with my hand clasped behind me, body straight, head bowed and my knees spread apart. My hard dick points straight away from my body.

“Good boy.” Mr. Hex says while ruffling my hair and I feel a little happy. He circles around me and claps his fingers from one hand around my cock.

“Such a good boy, following orders without questioning.” Mr. Hex says and starts a slow motion with his fingers and slides them down and up once on my dick. His long and solid fingers, his firm grip, his deliberate movements have me moaning.

“Thank you, sir.” I say, more than happy. I might be getting an orgasm after all before getting locked.

“You’ll obey my commands, Ace?” One more firm stroke.

“Yes, sir.” I say, so he may continue instead of stopping for every stroke.

“You’ll address me as Sir.” One more stroke.

“Yes, Sir.” I say, not caring if it was a question or command. Just continue. Please.

“You will stay locked up for me?” One more stoke. One more “Yes, Sir.”

“You will give over the control of your dick to me? To do as I please?.” One more stroke. My “Yes, S..” is stopped in the middle as he does not stop this time but continues stroking me.

“Anything. Yours, Sir. It is yours.” I say as he continues stroking me up and down at the same pace. But I don’t care, my pleasure is building. I can feel my orgasm coming, it is only a few strokes away. I shamelessly moan as Sir firms his grip some more and quickens his pace.

“Then I’ll lock you up now, and we’ll see if you deserve your reward. An orgasm.” Orgasm. Yes, yes. Want it. I need it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream as a tingling sensation starts building up from my spine and my legs start to stiffen. But before the feeling Anadolu Yakası Escort can continue through my body and wash over me, Sir removes his hands and steps back. What? No! I can feel myself slipping back from the edge. Just a stoke or two. I need just a stroke. I pant.

“Please, Sir. Please.” I say and look up at Sir’s smirking face.

“Good. Not only do you agree to be locked in now, but are begging for it. Such a good boy. Stay here while I bring the cage and don’t touch it. You don’t want to disobey me, do you?”

“No, Sir.” I am still panting heavily as Sir takes the stairs. I calm down a little and I am confused by my feelings, the questions, and the answers. I go through them now once since the haze has lifted a little and I don’t know what to make of them. I notice my dick now, red at the head, a string of precum dripping down from the slit, and think how I was about to almost get off but now will be locked in a cock cage. Just the thought alone has my deflating cock once again rising and pulsing. I try to control my breathing as I want this to happen. Anything to happen. Ugh. My skin feels stretched and I want to jerk off so badly but also want to please Sir. And why am I still referring to Mr. Hex as Sir? I start taking deep breaths to calm down.

Mr. Hex comes down the stairs and I focus on his chest. He has taken off his tank top and is now wearing only his cargo shorts, low on his hips. Based upon the skin visible there and his V-shaped abdomen, he is not wearing anything underneath.

He kneels and starts wiping my cock with a cold clean cloth and I wince a little. That’s how it is going to fit in the cage. Huh. I am still focused on the hard muscles of his chest while he explains about the ring going below my balls and cock. I desire to lick the groove between his hard pectorals while he gets my dick into the transparent tube-like structure with vents and holes on it. I feel as if everything is happening from somewhere far away. I feel a little dazed. His strong hands move very skillfully as he locks me. The sound of the lock snaps me out of my daze and I look down at my caged member. And then towards a very pleased-looking Mr. Hex. He then pulls me forward for a very simple kiss. I lean forward a little to catch him again and kiss him properly, but he moves back, away from me. I have lusted after him for a long time and I want my fill. The kiss was… not… full and hard? Where is my brain?

“Patience, Ace. Have patience. You’ll have more kisses when you join me and Jerry, later. You should have patience. You’ll learn to have patience. You have already started.” And he smiles. It feels weird. Good kind of weird to know that he is smiling because of me.

Mr. Hex stands and ruffles my sweaty hairs and I lean into his hand. Why am I doing this? What happened to my shyness? How I am being so forward?

Mr. Hex places a key on my clothes and goes back to finishing his cold dinner.

“You did good, Ace. Very good. Get dressed and finish your dinner. You’ll need the strength if you still want to continue with our little plan. You have the key. It’s your decision to please yourself or letting me pleasure you. Get up now.” My brain still feels a little fuddled and I feel a little giddy as I dress and pocket the small key. As I sit and start eating dinner, my focus once again goes to his silver chain on his bare muscular torso and the silver key which is resting now in the groove between his pecs. The key looks much sturdy than the one I have. I numbly eat my dinner as I am still staring at the key on his chest, or staring at the chest beside the key. Or the biceps that bulge and contract as he moves the food around in the plate. Imagining those hands moving my body. Moving Jerry around, when he will come. Come. I giggle a little and wish he’ll come soon. Come. Hehe. But knowing Mr. Hex, Jerry will arrive at 7 P.M. sharp. Around 90 minutes to wait. I sigh.

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A few years back, I made friends with a bloke who used the same snooker club as me. We got talking one day, about different things and it came out about my photography and that I dabbled in most aspects. He said that his girlfriend was a bit of an exhibitionist, liked to be photographed and wanted to try out a lot of things. I said I’d meet up with her, check out the situation (sometimes, I have to say, blokes are more convinced than their partners that the poor women want to be photographed naked). I’m glad I did because Lisa was fucking rampant and more up for it than anyone I’d ever met at that point in my life. The thing was, I later found out, my new-found friend wasn’t providing the goods at home and they split up a couple of months after our photo-session.

Anyway, I went over to their flat and he – as pre-arranged – buggered off somewhere and I set myself up on the bed. Lisa looked fabulous, in a short yellow skirt, strappy shoes and an orange gypsy top. If possible, she looked hotter than she had the night we’d first met. She told me she wanted to strip and I told her that was fine.

When I film, especially if someone is moving, it’s difficult to figure out when to take pictures to capture the right moment so I tend to take loads. It doesn’t cost anything, you probably won’t miss anything and it’s very easy to sort them all out afterwards.

“You can touch me, if you want,” she said.

I wanted to, fuck did I want to, but I said, “It’s okay, I’m here just to take the pictures. Your boyfriend won’t like it.”

“Fuck him, why do you think he hired you after we met up? Unless you have someone else, you and me are going to have some fun tonight.”

I smiled, my cock throbbing and stuck my thumb up for her to start.

Lisa stood in front of me and I just wanted to touch her, to feel her gorgeous body and throw her onto the bed and fuck her senseless. She started to dance, sinuously and slowly pulled the straps of her top down. Her tits were just right, not massive but not peaches either and they were really perky. She played with them for a while, cupping them and rubbing the nipples with her palms and fingertips. Soon, those rosy buds were hard and ready.

She pulled her top gaziantep escort bayan over her head and then turned around and bent forward, waving her juicy arse in my face. Her tiny skirt didn’t hide much and she ran her hand from her cunt up to her arse.

“Do you like it?” she said.

“Fucking love it,” I said, “you’re fucking beautiful.”

She pulled her skirt up to her waist and put her hand in her panties, playing with her arse. The gusset was already damp.

“Can I touch?” I wanted to, so badly.

“You’ll get your chance,” she giggled and pushed her skirt down quickly. She stepped out of it and sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide. The gusset of her panties was now see-through. She pushed her hand under the fabric and slid her fingers into her cunt and started to play with herself.

“I love it when I’m wet,” she gasped.

I so wanted to touch her. “You look fucking gorgeous,” I said.

“Pull my panties off,” she ordered.

I got off the bed onto my hands and knees and kissed the inside of her thighs. I wanted to lay on top of her, to suck her tits and lick her belly and slide my fingers into her cunt, but she obviously had a plan for this and I didn’t want to upset it.

Gently, I pulled her panties down and I saw that the gusset was slick now. Her cunt, shaved and pouting, almost seemed to be screaming out for my tongue but then she put her legs together so that I could get her panties over her ankles.

“Roll over,” I said and she did, as I got back onto the bed. I took a couple of pictures and she got into it, rubbing her crotch into the floor and sticking her arse in the air. Her arse looked so inviting, just waiting to be licked and bitten and – perhaps? – fucked senseless.

She reached under herself and slid her fingers into her cunt again. It was really wet by now, the squelching noises proving that even if the rapid movement didn’t. Then she did something that made me realise I was onto a good thing here. She brought her wet fingers out and began to play with her arsehole and then gently, slowly, slid first one and then two fingers into herself.

“Have you ever fucked someone in the arse?” she grunted.

“A couple of times,” I said. I so wanted those fingers to be mine. I didn’t want to touch her until she was ready, but it was a real struggle not to start having a wank watching all of this.

“Did you like it?”

I had, though I preferred a warm, giving cunt. I also didn’t like to hurt the girls and most anal, I’ve found, does cause quite a bit of discomfort. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“I like it too,” she said and slid another finger in, “but not too much. You can do my arse, if you like.”

“I’m going to have to do it soon,” I said, “or I’ll be coming all over you.”

She got up onto her hands and knees and crawled over to me, between my legs. I stared at her tits and my cock leapt to attention.

“You are pleased to see me, aren’t you, big boy?” she said, undoing my belt and zip.

“Who wouldn’t be, Lisa? You’re fucking beautiful, you really are.”

She pulled my trousers and boxers down and stroked my balls, then slid a damp finger into my arse. I jumped and she giggled. “Oooh, you like that,” she said and leaned forward, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth.

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to wank me, sucking me harder and harder, concentrating on the head. I felt her tongue swirl around my japs eye, watched her hands move – one on my cock, the other slipping down to rub my balls.

“Let me lick your cunt,” I said.

“No,” she said, “fuck me instead.”

She leaned back and grabbed her bag and pulled a condom out of it. In one quick movement, it was out of its wrapper and on my cock. She got onto my lap and eased herself down on me and I took the opportunity to suck her tits. They were as beautiful as I’d thought they would be, the nipples hard but pliant, her tits themselves firm and warm.

She moved well, brushing her tits against my face. I licked them each and every time, delighting in the taste and each time I got a nipple, she let out a little gasp.

After a few moments, she moved around, planting her hands on the floor and her feet on either side of my head. As she fucked me, I watched my cock slide in and out of her, her pussy juices dripping into my pubic hair. Her succulent arse opened up and I played with it, running my fingers down the cleft. Her arsehole winked at me and she puckered the muscles as I slid one finger in and then another, until I quickly had three fingers inside her.

She was gasping now, fucking me faster. “Fuck my arse,” she pleaded, “please fuck my arse.”

“Get on the floor then,” I said and she slid off me and got onto her hands and knees. I hardly gave her time to catch her breath and was behind her in an instant. I spat on her arsehole twice and rubbed it into her hole. My cock didn’t need anything, the condom coated with thick pussy juice.

Slowly, listening to her breathing and ready to stop if she cried out, I penetrated her arse. She was tight and I moved slower, not wanting to come right now. It took a few minutes until I was in nuts deep and she put her head on the floor, which both raised her arse and freed her hands so that she could hold her cheeks open.

That was a fine sight and I made sure I got a picture of that.

She pushed back against me and I thrust into her. She tightened her muscles and it was like getting a powerful handjob, whilst staring at a lovely arse. It was too much.

I pulled out of her and span her around and onto her back and thrust into her. As boring as people might say it is, I love this position. I love to see the woman’s face, her bouncing tits, her belly and her cunt. I love it when they put their feet on my chest so that I can lick their toes, I love to play with their clit with my thumb.

Which was what I did. I thrust in and out of her, rubbing her clit and she came quickly, almost sobbing with pleasure, her chest reddening and her breathing getting very quick.

“Come on me,” she gasped, when I told her I was almost there.

I thrust a few more times, then pulled out and pulled the condom off. She quickly got to her knees and began to wank me, cupping my balls.

It didn’t take long. I thought she wanted me to come over her face – I would have loved to come over her tits – but she opened her mouth and wanked me straight into it, sucking the remainder out when I was done.

She opened her mouth, showing me my cum on her tongue and I took a picture of that.

We never fucked again but, until they split up, her boyfriend kept saying Lisa had said it was the best thing she’d ever done. I wonder if she ever showed him the photographs?

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Standard warning: this is a very over the top, far-fetched work of fantasy. It contains lots of humiliation and some taboo sexual contact between a man and his father-in-law. Please skip if it’s not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy.

*****

Roy spooned me, pressing his hairy chest and belly into my back. We were both still slick with sweat. His boner was growing, despite rogering me only 10 minutes ago, poking at my vulnerable rear. I knew what he expected of me, so I obligingly pushed my hips back, pushing my butt against his insistent manhood as he had taught me. He murmured filthy sweet nothings as he chewed my ear and raked his hard-on through my crack. As his hands held onto my wrists, I thought back to when we had first grabbed me like this.

That Saturday three months ago on the golf course. He had been hounding me to hit the links with him all summer, and I had been able to fend him off until I ran out of excuses. In my year and half of marriage with his daughter and the two year courtship prior, I had gotten along with Roy fine but to say he was overbearing would have been an understatement and I didn’t want to spend my precious Saturday with the old blowhard. Now in October nearing the end of the season, I had finally relented and we were the only two men out there.

As I teed up at the seventh hole, I felt his presence behind me. His smell of cigars and sweat. Without warning Roy had grabbed me from behind, pulling me into him to adjust my stance. All throughout the day he had been chiding me with tips and critiques on my game, but now he was taking matters into his own hands.

“Come on. Open up your legs. Shoulder-width apart.” I looked down to see his foot come between mine and kick them open. He held me close, behind me, his arms wrapped over my shoulders, his hands clasping mine around the golf club. I hadn’t been held like this since playing baseball as a teenager, when my coach would tweak our batting stance. It had made me blush then, even though I knew it was appropriate and part of playing the sport. I felt the same flustered warmth spreading over my face and my heart beat quicken, but I knew that this was just Roy’s way. Touchy-feely, overly-familiar.

“That’s it, stick your little butt out. Don’t be shy, son.” He released my hand and slapped my haunch impatiently, then trapped my wrists again. I reluctantly stuck my hips out, pressing my backside into his crotch.

“Come on, push that little rump out. That’s it, Billy.” I felt the thickness of his hefty groin pressing into my buttocks. He used one of his hands to hold my hips close to him. The embarrassing truth was, I had always noticed that my father-in-law was a well-hung man, it was obvious in any pair of pants he wore. But now I could feel it. Feel the weight and pressure of his heavy, flaccid cock and balls up against my butt. My heart beat rapidly and I felt myself sweating, agitated to be thinking thoughts like this. To be thinking of my father-in-law’s cock as only a few layers of clothing protected my rear end from it.

Finally satisfied that I had adopted the proper stance, he released me, cupping and patting my pushed out backside rump once more for good measure. He kept his hands to himself as we finished the round, but kept up the unsolicited advice and critiques of my game as we left the links.

“And remember, keep your head behind the ball at impact.” He coached as we returned to our lockers. As I walked in he slapped my butt in encouragement, maybe for the sixth time that day.

“No son of mine is going to be bad at golf, Billy.” I always cringed when he said stuff like this. Calling me his son- it had begun well before the wedding. I didn’t have anything against him but it was just so uncomfortably intimate. I just smiled and ignored him.

At our lockers Roy kicked off his shoes, then dropped his pants and underwear in one quick motion. I looked out of the corner of my eye as he stepped out of his pants and briefs – it was strange to me, his shirt and socks were still on but he was naked from the waist down. “Shirt-cocking” or “porky-pigging” an old roommate in college had done the same, enjoying walking around with just a shirt on, dick peaking out beneath.

Roy took his time, pulling off each of his socks and put them away in his locker, all while his big dick hung out from beneath his golf shirt, swinging like a grandfather clock. It felt like he did this deliberately – exposing his penis to me.

As I sat on a bench, I tried to face the corner and protect my modesty, but Roy would grab my shoulder and turn me to him as he gave me pointers about my game while stark naked. While I sat on the bench to unlace my shoes, he propped his leg up on it, opening his crotch to me, his penis inches from my face. I couldn’t help but take a few peeks. It almost felt like Roy wanted me to see it, the way he was waving it at me. It was big, thick and hairy, just like him.

“Alright, good job out there today son. Now let’s hit the İstanbul Escort showers.” He stood above me, hanging hog, rubbing his hands on his big, furred belly with satisfaction.

“I don’t know Roy, I’m probably good, I didn’t really sweat that much…” I trailed off, struggling to keep my eyes above his waist. I was just going to keep on my underwear and socks and put the clothes I had worn to the club back on. I didn’t want to get naked with the pushy old man.

“Nonsense. What are you, some kind of sissy, scared to get bare ass with your father-in-law?” He goaded me, making me blush. He continued before I could answer.

“Come on, you’ve showered with your old man before, haven’t you?” He demanded, looking me up and down..

“When I was much younger, yeah.” I admitted. He slapped my bare shoulder roughly and joked.

“Well I’m your Daddy now, too. You ain’t got nothing between your legs I haven’t seen before, kiddo. So get your little butt in the shower.” He said with a wink. He was walking the line between joking and seriousness. Teasing me into nakedness. Again I relented.

Reluctantly I wrapped a towel around my waist, lowered my underwear as he stood there expectantly, my self-conscious towel-dance making him snort with derision. Then I followed him to the showers. He kept his own towel over his shoulders, exposing his wide, furry ass to me. I had never seen such a big or hairy rear end before. He must have had a size 40 waist. It was almost impressive.

After we hung our towels, he moved to the shower head right next to mine despite all the open space. He closed his eyes and let the stream run over his head, spinning in place and moaning in pleasure.

“Ahh, isn’t that better. Just two men enjoying a shower together.” He lathered up his big barrel chest with soap.

“See Billyboy, I think it’s better for us men to just let it all hang out.” He shook his cock at me lewdly. His big hog slapped against his chubby thigh, and I flinched at the loud wet sound.

“Or I guess just poke out in your case, little buddy.” He laughed and I watched in shock as his right hand reached between my legs. He crooked his index finger under my little penis head and shook it slightly.

I gasped, momentarily paralyzed. Then I surprised myself. Instead of moving away from him or turning around to protect myself, I just stood there and ever so slightly opened my thighs and pushed my hips to him. I don’t understand why, but I offered my genitals to his mocking finger.

He jiggled it under his digit, winking at me, a big smirk on his face. I was too ashamed to meet his delighted gaze so I just watched his finger work on my dick. It bobbed around ridiculously, and it seemed to retract in embarrassment, my shaft disappearing entirely like a compressed accordion so that the entirety of my penis looked as tiny as an acorn.

“Coochie coochie coo!!” He called out, his deep voice and the throaty laughter that followed echoing against the tiled walls of the shower. He was standing so close, his big belly almost bumping into my stomach, that I felt his hot breath on my chest and neck as he laughed. He was tickling it, tickling my glans, my little dick head.

I looked down and watched him play with my penis, clearly belittling its size. With his own massive hog on display, looking three or four times as large as mine, it was all the more blatant. He was treating my thing like it was just a little joke, a little toy to be fiddled with and played with. I felt paralyzed, my legs weak, and I knew my face was furiously red from embarrassment.

“Roy, please.” I stepped away, my voice more pleading and pathetic than I intended. He laughed again and gave my pecker a few more tickles.

“I’m just busting your chops kiddo. You’re perfect just the way you are.” He then reached around to slap my bare butt cheek, making me jump up in surprise. For a moment he returned to the mundane golf pratter, and I was able to wash myself in peace. I couldn’t’ focus on a single word – my heart was racing from having him fondle my pecker like that.

“Billy, do me a favor and wash my back, will you?” He asked, facing away from me.

I took in the sight of his broad, hairy back. We were the same height but he was a much larger man, and his back looked powerful. His pale skin was speckled with moles and carpeted by a wiry, gray hair that did not look much thinner than the hair on his chest. He had the back of a medieval blacksmith.

“Soap me up and rub it in with your hands.” He directed. I knew that if I resisted his will would win out, and he’d likely humiliate me in the process of browbeating me into washing his back. So I just agreed, and filled my hands with soap from the dispenser. Taking a breath, I placed my hands on my father-in-law’s big, strong, hairy back.

“That’s it, get in there.” He encouraged me as I rubbed up and down, from his shoulders to the sides, down to the small Maltepe Escort of his back and then up again. His thick back hair, wet and soaped up, raked against my hands like seaweed. In the past I think I would have been grossed out by him but instead I was strangely fascinated. Curious and somehow impressed by his almost grotesque masculinity.

“Hmmm, those soft hands of yours sure feel nice.” He groaned in pleasure as I massaged him under the warm shower stream. I know that I should have found his body repulsive, his back coated in thick, wiry gray hair. But somehow I was in awe of his manliness.

“Come on. Don’t be shy now. Don’t neglect the ass, son.” At his prompting, I lowered my trembling hands to his posterior. I touched it lightly with my fingertips, and he grunted with frustration, reached around to grab my wrists and force my open palms against his huge butt. My hands were filled with my father-in-law’s big buttocks.

“Don’t be a pantywaist. It’s just one guy helping another out.” He released my hands and I obeyed him, soaping up and rubbing his huge, hairy naked ass. He groaned with gratification as I rubbed his big backside.

I looked at it as I worked. Like his big hairy back, I found myself admiring it despite myself. The breadth of it. It looked powerful to me. His cheeks jiggled as I rubbed them. Roy was overweight, but he had muscle beneath his excess fat. Like me he had played baseball in his youth, as well as wrestling, but he had been gifted with a natural stoutness, an innate heft, whereas I was slender by nature and had to work at the gym to keep any muscle on my body. The perverse thought returned to me unbidden: this was a powerful ass. I got a queasy feeling in my stomach as I imagined him between a woman’s legs. Rutting, fucking my wife’s late mother. I tried to force the thought out but it returned even more vivid, and I felt nauseous as I imagined the sight of these big butt cheeks pumping as he humped between a woman’s spread legs.

Trying to force one sick thought of my head made way for another – what if I got down on my knees to do this? What if I got down on my knees and washed his ass? Wasn’t I already serving him, as he had asked? Hadn’t I served him all afternoon, carrying the clubs and scrambling into the rough to catch stray balls like a caddy? He had even asked me to tie his shoes at one point, citing his aching knees. I had kneeled then, put my face inches from his big well-filled groin. Why not now? Roy had always loved to give me little tasks. Little favors and errands when we spent time together. Sending me scurrying of like a puppy to fetch him drinks or his glasses or whatever he wanted. And hadn’t I always hopped up, eager to please like a good son-in-law? It would be quite natural for me to get on my knees to better serve him, I thought.

“That’s it son, keep at it. Those soft little hands feel like heaven on my keister.” He exhaled happily, and I redoubled my efforts, massaging his efforts with renewed gusto.

I could do it. Kneel down onto the shower floor. My face would be inches from the old man’s huge, hairy ass. If I were to get down on my knees to wash him, it would communicate… complete surrender to this man. To his manhood. He would know that I was his. He would laugh at me, laugh at my obeisance, tell me what a good boy I was. I wanted him to laugh at me, wanted him to laugh at his weak, shameless son-in-law. I wanted him to laugh and to turn around, so that I would see it, right in my face, it would hit me in the face and I would –

I resisted the obscene impulse to drop to my knees, banished the deviant thoughts taking hold of my mind and washed the rest of the soap off his butt. Finally I finished my job, removing my shaking hands from his buttocks. He laughed with pleasure, and perhaps surprise at my acquiescence, and turned to me.

“Good boy. Now turn around, I’ll do you too.” He said casually, placing his hands on my waist, prodding me to spin around.

“Oh that’s OK Roy, I’m good.” I protested politely, trying, perhaps far too late, to establish some boundaries.

“Nonsense. This is classic male bonding. Face the wall, boy.” He clasped my bare hips tightly and spun me around. The old man outweighed me and was stronger than me – if he wanted to wash my back he was going to damn well wash my back. I just stood there, cringing as I felt my father-in-law’s big rough hands rub soap up and down my naked body, from my shoulder blades, down my spine and to my butt crack.

“Just relax Billyboy. Just relax. Enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it. Enjoy the good feeling and enjoy our closeness, son.” He cooed from behind me. Closing my eyes, I lowered my shoulders and opened my legs just a bit, giving into his strong hands.

“That’s it. Man to man, father and son. Isn’t that nice, boy?” He hummed into my ear. Roy’s strong hands were relaxing me, and I kept my eyes closed, listening to the soothing stream of the shower. Maltepe Escort Bayan Soon he ventured further south.

Unlike me, he was not shy at all about handling my backside. His big hands kneaded both of my cheeks like they were pizza dough. It didn’t feel altogether unpleasant but I thought that I would die of shame, having him touch me so intimately. But all the while he chattered on happily as if this was the most natural thing in the world, for a man to soap up and openly fondle his son-in-law’s ass. His fingers even grazed inside my crack a few times, tapping my hole.

“You’ve got a nice little can, kiddo. And barely any hair at all. I could almost mistake it for a sexy woman’s behind.” His voice on a lusty huskiness, and as he spoke he squeezed my glutes appreciatively, fondling them and cupping them hungrily. I just kept my head lowered and my eyes closed, letting my father-in-law feel me up.

When he was done, he roughly slapped my butt cheek like a coach.

“Atta boy. All clean. Just like how old Kyle used to take care of that little heiney back before your balls dropped.” He joked, referring to my father. I stood there in a daze.

“Come on, let’s hit the steam room.”

Roy claimed both of our towels from their hooks, and grabbed my bicep to march me butt naked from the showers to the club’s narrow steam room. Luckily there was no one else inside. He sat upon his towel, spreading his legs, completely comfortable with himself and his body.

I laid my towel down and sat upon it delicately. Usually I would have covered myself but doing so when he displayed such confidence would have felt unbearably wimpy and self-conscious. And again, that same nagging voice that had encouraged me to kneel, this time bade me to stay naked and exposed. To show him my much smaller endowment, up close.

“Ahhh that’s nice.” The big old man exhaled and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. His legs were open and his cock hung down heavily, seizing my gaze.

I couldn’t help but stare at the big dangling cock between his wide-spread legs. Hanging down from a thick bed of gray pubic hair, and resting atop two equally large testicles. Thick and almost maroon colored. It was magnificently hideous. I had never seen one as large as his in person. It looked like it shouldn’t have been attached to a human, but to a monster out of a fairy tale.

I caught myself, dazed after having stared at his hog for several minutes, and looked up to his smiling face.

“You know Billyboy it’s very natural for a little guy like you to be curious about a big old penis like mine. Nothing wrong with it. Go on and take a nice long look, son.” He kicked his leg over so that his foot was propped up to the left of me, on the bench. His heel touched my naked hip as he locked me into the steam room with him.

“Roy, please.” I begged.

“Oh relax. You’re too uptight. We’re both men. We’re family for Christ’s sake. We’re just having cock talk. It’s good for guys to have cock talk like this. It’s healthy. Nothing wrong with it.” He said casually, as if any of this was normal.

“Cock talk?” I asked, my voice a quivering whisper.

“Sure, cock talk. Just two men hanging with their dicks out. It’s the most natural thing in the world.” He said, then he snapped his fingers in my face twice.

“Hey! Now get those eyes back on my penis, mister.” He pointed down at his big dick and obediently my gaze followed. For a few moments we sat in silence as I looked at the fat, flaccid hammer that hung between his hairy thighs.

“It’s big, right son?” He gloated, resting his hands upon his hairy gut and winking at me. He shifted his hips a bit and the big dong rocked back and forth. After a shocked pause I nodded slightly.

“Bigger than Kyle’s?” I gasped. He was asking me to compare the size of his penis to my own father’s. I froze, paralyzed with shame.

“Come on, you’ve seen it, haven’t you? You’ve seen your old man’s pecker, hmm?” He had a mischievous smile on his face as he prodded me.

“Answer me, boy. Have you seen your old man’s pecker?” He raised his hand and crooked his pinky finger at me, clearly implying that my father had a small penis.

“Yes I have.” I admitted in a strangled voice.

“Good. So I want you tell me, is my cock bigger than his little pecker or not? ” I nodded, looking just over his head, unable to meet his amused gaze.

“A lot bigger?” He asked, his voice rich with amused contempt for my father.

I nodded rapidly, shamefully enthused to expose my father. He cracked up with a long peal of cruel, raspy laughter that bounced around the tiled walls of the steam room. I let it wash over me. It felt so wrong, admitting this, divulging this secret. I was betraying my own father to Roy, letting him laugh, revelling in his superiority.

“Goddamn. Poor little Kyle. He as small as you then?” I sat there naked as he interrogated me.

“I think so.” I admitted. My heart was in my throat, I was sweating furiously, flush with shame. I had just told my father-in-law that my actual father had a small dick, while acknowledging that I too was hung like a kid.

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s right boy. Doesn’t it feel good to open up and be honest with me?” He said patiently.

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We’re allowed to do this. Two consenting parties of two adults out of two, it’s perfectly fine that we’re doing this, this is ok. We won’t get caught. We’re just fucking and that’s wonderful. Didn’t even know how bad I wanted to do this.

We have never said a single word to one another. I remember her face in the halls always on different sides of the in school face spectrum, completely zombified and the face I like a lot, after school when she laughs really hard and her dimples show. I like that face the most. When in passing I can see her over exaggerating something or other. Her friends laugh just as hard and walk away when things get racy. I didn’t and still don’t know her name; I know her generic nickname but not her actual on the birth certificate name.

That’s how we wound up making the beast with two backs. A party, lots of illicit drugs and me wondering her name. She’s really funny and knows how to play a room. She had me doubled over and coughing as we shared a blunt in the kitchen. The party was taking a turn for the absolute best, shotguns between horny mouths passed more often than the blunts. I watched her watch them. My eyes a bloodshot red, her deep browns watery and blown wide. I saw her cross her legs and grind her hips in that just slight ‘I am ready to fuck’ way. She turned to me and let me watch as she took the most sensual hit and held it.

Her mouth was nowhere near mine; she focused the hit to blow in my nose. The blunt was between my fingers burning, lower. I watched her straddle a friend and relieve her of a freshly rolled blunt only to take a hit that burned a quarter of the blunt in ashes and embers. Her mouth let out enough smoke to catch a contact on top of a high. That shit was sexy. I took a hit to it; she knew how to play a room. Then seks hikayleri she was back in the kitchen locking our fingers and taking the blunt still between our fingers and dragging it until the heat was directly over my knuckles.

Her lips a wet bruised pink. I can see her dimple in the left side of her cheek. My mouth is on hers and my hands keeping her there. She tastes just the Super Kush we were smoking, her tongue tastes like smoke. For a second I wonder if she’s ok with me doing this. Then she adds her tongue and sends me through a loop de loop, it’s like a snake, wrapping around my tongue and tasting the Super Kush on me. For a second I wonder if the rumor is true, her being a virgin isn’t likely. That doesn’t matter because I am not.

She’s really good at kissing. I can feel my dick getting hard pressing against her thick thigh. I think ‘fuck it’ and grab her fat pillowy ass and feel her lean into me. Her tits are huge and so is her stomach, like I am squeezing a teddy bear. When she pulls away I follow. Her mouth looks purple, I wouldn’t mind biting them. I was going to then her mouth was on my neck, below my ear saying where we could finish. There was a room she knew for sure wasn’t being occupied, the 10 people we came with where groping on each other, hands and hips gyrating and rubbing. We walk up stairs away from the pile up orgy on the living room floor to a room in the cut of the house. It was cool and dark. The bed was still made; we left the lights off and returned to sucking face.

Tongues violent and pressing, I had more of her spit in my mouth than my own. Her hands were everywhere they were supposed to be, riding low on the waistband of my pants. Bridging the gap between our skin, her thick dimpled hand palming the half hard length she found just on the outside the thin fabric of my boxers.

I wasn’t going to let her have all the fun. My hands found the massive weight of her tits. I tasted her moan more than heard it. She pressed her tits into my hands and stroked harder at my dick, making it stand at full attention.

Then she said the deal breaker sentence for all fucks “Take off your clothes.” I needn’t be told twice, my pants had pooled at my ankles in less time than a second. I was in the process of taking my shirt over my head, when I saw the quick and efficient way she disrobed. Pants off folded halfway over the lone chair in the room shirt folded with the sleeves lined up, her bra was coming off and I wanted to catch the heavy pillows before the bounced to their usual resting place. Then her panties hit the floor with barely a sound.

She was naked and my first thought was she looked like a fertility goddess, all thick meat and rolling curves. My dick lurched at the idea straining for the chance to dive deep to the center of the brown goddess. She helped relieve me of my remaining clothes, boxers and a faded band t-shirt. Her hands are hot and I swear I can feel her heartbeat through them, maybe it’s mine but that doesn’t matter because we’re naked and consenting and there’s no condom.

I want to stop her before this goes too far, my words turn to gibberish as she swallows half my dick and keeps going until my cock hits the velvet heat of her throat. Virgins can’t do that, I know for a fact that she isn’t Mormon. She goes at it like a pro, all spit, tongue and technique. Somehow, some way my balls had drawn up to my body away from the soft hand that had been fondling them and caused my prick to spasm and expel hot semen into her waiting mouth.

She swallowed and my dick stayed hard. I still couldn’t talk; she didn’t, just held onto my dick stroking it to the point of straining.

She led me to the desk in the far corner of the room, next to the chair where her folded clothes were and for a second I was ok with fucking her pussy raw. Then she threw me for a loop bent over the desk legs spread wide and shoulders to the desk she presented her asshole, her wet, lubed asshole. I grabbed the base of my prick to keep from coming. This, fucking goddess has won an eternal fuck buddy.

I see her asshole twitch and I am at her ass, dick in hand pushing into wet, tight, sucking heat. Oh sweet mother, bottoming out and feeling her clench tighter was damn near too much.

It started slow, my hips meeting the hefty meat of her backside in a languish manner. She rolled her hips toward me meeting me thrust for thrust. She didn’t have to say anything, she used her body. If she wanted it harder, she pushed back harder. If she wanted it faster she would throw her ass back quicker. We didn’t talk just moaned and fucked till we couldn’t stand.

By the time we were finished so was everyone downstairs. There was a call upstairs that let us know it was time to go. I have no idea how many times I came but I for sure don’t know if she came and I still don’t know her name.

She doesn’t look at me when she puts in her clothes, going back to her frumpy original. I swear when she walked out she did so without shame or limp. Me I was a teetering train wreck of post sex and lethargy. I watched her dap 3 other girls who smiled a knowing half smile of ‘we fucked till it hurt, awesome.’

There was no lingering, we were piled into two separate cars, and I didn’t have to tell anyone how it went down because she was on the table of discussion. I only had rave reviews. Then I heard her name and I said it under my breath Sammie tastes better than short stack.

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The best anal I ever had happened the same afternoon Maestro fucked me in the stairwell.

We returned to our hotel room, a bit tired and weary from repeated bouts of fucking and eating. The pool party scene continued on, but we skipped the drinks and dance music in favour of a little SNAP. Sex and a nap – that’s what one of our former work colleagues called it. We crawled back to the room with a singular goal – naked in bed.

Our sweaty clothes dropped to the floor as soon as we entered the room – Maestro beating me to the bed, as usual. “Mmmmm … come over here, Marie, what’s taking you so long?” Maestro sighed, stretching out to reveal his sleek, tanned body. “I’m naked and horny.”

I carefully laid my bikini over a chair and placed a stack of towels at the side of the bed and jacuzzi. “Almost there, I just need to get a bottle of water.” I checked out my new tan lines as I bent over to grab a couple of bottles of fizzy water. SLAP!! Maestro never missed an opportunity like that – my bare ass, bent over the bar fridge, pussy barely peeking out – to give me a quick spank. “Ouch, you just couldn’t resist, could you? Can you see your handy work from last night? My ass still feels a bit tender.” I turned around, taking a sip of water, to see Maestro’s enormous cock, ready to play.

“Not fast enough, Marie. I told you to get in bed before you messed around with the towels and water. So I’m in charge now.” He reached over and grabbed my hand, pushing me onto my stomach and kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. His baby kisses continued down my back, stopping only to comment when he reached my tan line on my lower back. “Here looks a bit pink, and here … and here,” he laughed, running his finger tips over my ass cheeks. “But I’m not going to spank you this afternoon. Not that much anyway … and not unless you ask for it! I’m giving you a break so you can recover.”

He casually threw his leg over mine, pushing my legs apart. “I’m going to play with your asshole this afternoon, and give your pussy a rest. I’ve got to take care of you, and make sure your pussy isn’t tired and sore so you can’t fuck. I love your cute pink little pussy, baby. It’s just about the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

“Mmmm, Maestro,” I sighed, “You love my pussy more than I do, you know that. It’s like you’ve resurrected my pussy and my dormant sex life, my love.”

“Hahaha … I do love your pussy more than you do. I’ll always take care of it. So you trust me, right Marie? You trust me with your pussy? And your ass too?” I rolled over on to my side to see him grinning at me, wickedly, intently. “Because when I’m done with you, your pretty pink little asshole isn’t going to be so little.”

I shivered slightly before responding. “Oh Maestro, I trust you. But it’s been a few weeks since you fucked my ass. Go slowly, OK?”

I couldn’t see the expression on his face as he rolled over on top of me, pulling my hair aside to nibble on my ear lobe. “I’ll do what I want with your ass, Marie. It’s mine too,” he laughed, “You know who’s in charge …” Maestro’s talented tongue and lips meandered their way down my back again more insistently, leaving a trail of kisses, nibbles, and bites.

“Hmmm … You’re teasing me, Maestro.” His bites gaziantep escort bayan sent jolts through my body, anticipating what his insane, creative genius mind would conjure up for me. I didn’t have to wait long. He cradled my right foot in his hand like a newborn baby, before biting down hard on the bottom, his front teeth scraping my instep. “Ooowwwwahhhh!!” I gripped the side of the bed while concurrent streams of pain/pleasure traveled the length of my body.

“That was to get you nice and wet for me,” Maestro purred, “and this … and this too.” His mouth traveled up leg, biting just above my ankle bone, and the inside of my thighs.

“Oh shit! Ouch that hurts!”

“I said I wouldn’t spank you, Marie. But I know you like a little pain. And you’ll get some nice bruises, Marie, just the way you like. With my teeth marks. You’ll get to show them off at the pool tomorrow.” He grabbed a couple of pillows, slipping them beneath my hips. “That’s better, much better,” he murmured as he caressed my ass cheeks, forcing them apart to display my pussy and ass to him. He llicked my pussy around and around my outer lips, squeezing my clit between his fingers. I writhed and squirmed, lifting my ass toward him even more. Begging him to lick harder, deeper. I needed to feel his tongue in my pussy. “I’m just getting you nice and warmed up. Remember that today isn’t about your pussy!”

And with that, Maestro licked two fingers and pushed them up my ass, twisting hard so his knuckles massaged my tender asshole. After getting fingered in the stairwell, my ass offered no resistance. I moaned, remembering the cold concrete wall in the stairwell against my face, while he filled my pussy and ass. “Mmmmm … that’s so good, so good, just like that … I want more, Maestro. Fill my ass!” He pulled his fingers out in one sharp move, leaving my loosened asshole begging for more.

“What did you say, Marie? You know what to say!” Maestro warned me, pressing down on me with his full body weight, his hot breath in my ear.

“Please, Maestro … please!! Please will you fuck my ass now?” I begged, crazed with lust. I reached behind me, pulling my ass cheeks apart, teasing him. “See … I’m ready for you now … see how well you’ve stretched me out? Please!”

“Like this? Is this what you want, Marie?” Maestro pushed just the head of his thick cock against my asshole, really slowly at first, inch by inch. He’s such a nice tight fit, I always need a few minutes to catch my breath after his entire massive head pops in and my sphincter relaxes. “Oh God, oh God, oh God – are you all the way in now? I feel so full …”

“Oh no, Marie … Hahaha … Not even close. I’ve just got my head in. But you’re stretching out for me so well. You’re such a good girl, Marie,” he chuckled, admiring his progress so far on owning my ass. “Now open up for me more!”

I gripped the edge of the bed and the crumpled sheets, desperate to steady myself before he pushed all 8 inches of his thick magnificent cock into my loosened ass. His hands enveloped mine, pulling them above my head at the same time he pressed down on me, his cock exploring the depths of my ass.

“Ooohhh …oh just like that … Ahhhhh,” I gasped, almost incomprehensible with lust. “Oh shit … ooooohhhhhh, aaaaggghhhhh … you’re too big Maestro, I can’t take all of youuuuuu, noooooooo.”

“Do you want me to stop, Marie? Really? Is that what you want? Because your ass feels soooooo good now, baby, so loose. And I know how much you love this …!” Maestro pulled out slightly and jerked my hips up towards him, high enough to give my ass a hard SMACK.

“Owwwww oh my ass my ass it stings so … oooooohhhhh Maestro.” My protests disappeared from my lips as my pussy melted, turning into a hot wet puddle. “MORE! Spank me more!” I pried my hands free from above my head and reached behind me to pull my ass cheeks apart. I was oblivious to the stinging pain from getting spanked on my already tender cheeks. I wanted Maestro to own me, to use me. “See how dripping wet my pussy is now?”

“This isn’t about your pussy, Marie! Remember??” Maestro ignored my pleas to spank me, teasing me, deliberately denying me the pleasure jolts I get from his hard open-handed spanks. “Oh no, Marie. No!! I decide where I fuck you! You’re just me little fuck toy. My little play thing … and today, I’m playing with your ASS!” He thrust his majestic cock back into my gaping asshole, pushing his hand on the back of my head.

My screams of pleasure and pain stuck in my throat. I panted, moaned … animal noises the only sounds from my lips, pressed against the pillow. His cock touched me deep inside, into uncharted territory. I’ve had anal with only one partner before Maestro, and he was much thinner and smaller. I’ve had more partners who explored with their fingers, but it’s not the same as a cock. Not the same as Maestro’s thick cock.

“Ugghh … mmm …Maestro oh god oh god oh god … fuck me please … my ass my ass.” His cock stimulating previously untouched erogenous zones, deep in my ass. All of the thought fragments occupying my usually frenetic brain evaporated the harder and deeper he pounded my ass, like a man possessed. Every sensation brought me closer to orgasm. The slight discomfort in my bowels, his fingers pinching my nipples as he withdraws, the film of sweat sealing the two of us together. All of my senses were on fire.

“Come here, Marie. I want you on your knees. Lean against the bed frame here. Let’s see if I can get even deeper like this.” I grabbed the plush, padded headboard and leaned against it while Maestro gently whispered in my ear. “Spread your legs wider, baby, let me see how you’re doing. Mmmm … so nice, such a pretty asshole. Are you ready for more? Marie? Are you??”

“Yes Maestro … I want more, more of your cock. Please Maestro please, I’m a good little fuck toy. Keep playing with me!”

“OK, like this?” He instantly found a better angle. His cock was like a piston firing into me. I squeezed and squeezed but I couldn’t close my asshole. I reached behind me, running my fingers around the rim, amazed at how easily now he fucked me. My ass will never close properly, I thought. He’s wrecking me, claiming me as his own now. “Oh yes, yes Marie, now you’re nice and loose. Just like your pussy, so juicy and wet. See how easily my cock fits all the way in now!!”

“Yeeessss!! Oooohhhh … yes oh yes Maestro … please baby I want your cock more more more!” I’d never lasted this long having anal before. But his cock from this angle stimulated my pussy and straight up my spine to my brain. Maestro’s keen awareness for my body’s movements – every combination of sighs, shifting hips and legs, fingertips gripping, toes curling – is why he is an amazing lover. No detail is lost to him. He is meticulous when it comes to fucking. And this time his attention to detail was focused on fucking my ass to orgasm. The bed frame shook and squeaked with every one of Maestro’s thrusts. The music and party scene sounds drifted up from the pool, and a breeze wafted through the open balcony doors, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my back. “Maestro … Maestro … “

“Now you’re going to get fucked, Marie. Just the way you like it … I know how to make you cum hard. Don’t I? Don’t I Marie?” Maestro deftly pushed my legs together, squeezing them between his, using his imagination and strength to constantly find the best position to maximize my orgasms. Sticky sweat from us and his pre-cum coated my inner thighs. I changed my grip on the headboard to steady myself as his thick beautiful cock disappeared into my ass. The bed shook and inched away from the wall with every thrust now as Maestro threw his weight against me, ravaging my ass. Over and over he pulled almost all of his cock out, admiring my gaping hole, before plunging back to claim my ass as his territory. “Oh Marie, oh yes oh yes oh yes, that’s right baby, now you’re mine, now I own your ass!”

His cock plunged into my ass relentlessly. Loud slaps cracked across the room as our bodies crushed against each other. Every inch of my battered ass, my bitten and spanked body was alive as his thrusts reached a crescendo. “I’m cumming Maestro!! Oh fuck fuck fuck my ass, yes please fuck my ass!” Maestro grabbed my hip with one hand and braced the other against the wall.

“Like that, Marie, oh like that! Do you feel that? Oh fuck do you feel my hot cum? “Ohhhhh Marie!” His cum shot up my ass and coated my insides with three body slams. At that moment, Maestro pinched my clit, sending a huge orgasm rolling from my ass up to my brain.

“Aaaaagghhhh, oh Maestro, like that!!” My entire body tensed and relaxed as jolts of lightning, lightning cum set me ablaze. My ass slurped as he withdrew ever so gently, teasingly. I trembled and shook as I peeled my white knuckles off the headboard. Slumped over, exhausted, I rested my head against Maestro’s arm and saw sweat pouring down on to the mattress. “Maestro, oh Maestro, oh god I can’t move! I’ve never had anal like that before.” I sighed, slowly emerging back to reality.

“Just rest, baby, just rest here,” he whispered into my ear. “Lean back against me.” I complied, falling backwards as he enveloped me in his arms.

I felt cum dribbling out of my gaping ass, tricking between my legs. Maestro peeled my hair off of my face, turning my head slightly to look into his eyes. He kissed me sweetly, lovingly, and massaged my hands and arms, still tense from gripping the headboard. Then he smiled and laughed. “You are a true anal superstar, Marie! I’ve never fucked anyone in the ass as hard as I fucked you this afternoon.” A wicked grin crossed his face as he chuckled, “And it’s only afternoon! Let’s go down to the pool and relax. Because tonight I’m going to have my way with you again.”

“Mmmmm, oh yes Maestro.”

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I couldn’t believe that I’d allowed a man to fuck me…

All afternoon my thoughts were running amuck. How could that happen? I’m not gay, am I gay? Am I some closet fag? Am I a fag? What the motherfuck! Those were the thoughts that stormed through my mind like a strong hurricane wind all afternoon. Over and over, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

But right now, right now, oh my god, right now…

Right now I have my legs straddled over the old man lying in the middle of his bed. I say old man because he’s in his mid-fifties, at least, I’m only 36. My legs spread wide apart because of his thickness. Not a fat thickness, oh no, nothing like that. No, this man is built like a mythical Dwarven warrior from a Lord of The Rings movie.

Broad shoulders, thick chiseled chest, huge biceps, Popeye forearms. No six-pack abs on this man. Just one, solid, rock-hard stomach. His hips are wide with a beautiful round, hard ass. His thighs, his calves, thick and hard. His shoulder-length more grey than blonde hair, his piercing blue eyes, and his exaggerated goatee and mustache.

But the most impressive thing is his grotesquely thick cock which was shoved up my ass at that moment. That afternoon, before leaving me in shock and his cum dripping from my asshole, he’d given me a piece of paper. The paper had his address. He proceeded to tell me to be at his house later that evening.

“And bring your work clothes because you’ll be spending the night.” His gruff voice and command stayed with me all afternoon and into the evening.

I fought with myself all afternoon. Going straight home from the scene where my ass had been destroyed. I couldn’t believe that I was actually contemplating it. I couldn’t eat or do anything; I was consumed with what this man had just done to me. I paced back and forth in my living room. Time passed; the afternoon turned into night. It was late now and I was in his house. In his bed.

He’d already fucked me again earlier that evening as soon as I walked into his house. The man dick whipped me. The intensity was so great that I passed out shortly afterward. I passed out in this burly man’s arms, Me. I did that.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I felt a jolt wake me up. My eyes opened wide and I instantly felt fear. Where was I?

I froze, I didn’t move an inch. Slowly, my body’s senses began to bring it all back to me. The sound of his methodical breathing. The sensation of his chest rising and falling. The feel of his meaty hand on the small of my back. The stickiness of slow-drying cum between my ass cheeks. The overwhelming sensation of lust when I remembered how it had gotten there.

Partially dribbling out of me as I slept. Drying, sticky cum between my ass cheeks. My asshole, oh my god, my asshole. I could feel myself begin to stir as I felt the sensation of my bruised and beaten, sore, aching, asshole. I remembered where I was, then fear turned to ease, ease to warmth. Instantly, I felt safe.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort had awoken to find myself resting on top of his chest…

Running my fingers through his chest hair and caressing it. I never knew how intoxicating a man’s scent was until that night. I was amazed at the difference between us. He had huge firm pectoral muscle, I had small perky man boobs. It was at that moment that I realized. I didn’t have a man’s chest, he did. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not some fat ass slob. But as I took inventory that night, I quickly found out the difference.

I have long legs and a big round ass. I never realized that I had curves, why would I? It’s not something that a man thinks about. Not once before I met this man had I ever thought, oh wow, my ass! Does the sight of my ass make a man want to fuck me? Do I have a nice round voluptuous ass that a man would want to fuck?

None of those things ever cross my mind and why would they! Up until that afternoon and that night, all I ever thought of was pussy. How and why it all changed for me on that day I still grapple with on a daily basis. But I’ve learned over the past six months. I’ve grown to understand my body much better and appreciate it. I know Mr. Ayers appreciates it.

Right at that moment, that night, I was appreciating him…

Laying across his chest I couldn’t help myself, I started to kiss his chest. The soft curls of his thick chest hair, the rock-hard pecs, his warm manly scented skin. The sound of his warm breath leaving his body as he exhaled. It was beginning to drive me insane.

“C’mon bitch, get on top.” His gruff voice startled me, I thought he was asleep.

Without hesitation or a second thought, I slowly climbed on top of him. Knowing what I needed. No! Scratch that. Knowing what I wanted to do. I might not have ever been fucked by a man before that day but rest assured, I was no stranger fucking.

All through high school, I was banging my ex-wife. In college, I was banging her, a few of her friends, and other assorted coeds. I’ve been divorced now for over a year and I’ve had one or two ladies over to my place.

I know what’s expected even if now I’m the one that’s getting fucked. My asshole had been used twice that day. This afternoon at his worksite and this evening for well over an hour. Accommodating his tree trunk of a cock wasn’t going to be an issue. I ran my three fingers across my tongue and slimed them well.

Reaching behind me I dragged the slimy saliva across my beaten and puckered asshole. Slowly, I started lowering myself onto his massive cockhead, and here…I am…

Here I am, where I started telling you this part of my story.

I’d lost track of how long I’d been riding him. Rolling my hips back and up then down and forward. Back and up then down and forward. Pushing down as hard and far as I could possibly go. Allowing his cock to push as deep as it could possibly go, deep inside Kartal Escort of me. Feeling the slight hint of a piercing pain when it reached its mark. Not to mention the excruciating lustful sensation of ecstasy his fat cock was giving me as it overwhelmed my prostate.

I rode him methodically, slow…

I was driving myself insane; I threw myself back. Catching myself by the palm of my hands landing on his thighs behind me. My head tilted back like some character in a demonic movie being possessed.

I could feel my cock uncontrollably drooling precum out of its hole. My mouth gaping open, deep low moans escaping my mouth as I drew breath and rocked my ass, slowly. The girth of his fucking cock, I was being fucked by a man. Oh my fucking god this thick cock! I was getting close, oh so fucking close.

“Please sir, please, my I cum…?” I whimpered, begging softly…

I got no response, instead, what I got was myself tossed off of him. Landing on the bed, flat on my stomach. Mr. Ayers climbing on top of me, my legs pressed together. I could feel his tiny thick hands grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them wide.

I was being straddled by those muscular, thick legs of his. I could feel the head of his wet slimy cock, it was instantly shoving itself back inside of me. The cum that he’d dumped into me earlier in the evening acting as the perfect lube.

The sheer audacity of this man who barely stands five feet tall. Throwing my almost six-foot, almost 200lb body off of him and down on the bed. Tossing me around as if I were some fucking ragdoll!

All of this made my lust rage!! As if I wasn’t out of control already. I grunted like a cheap whore the instant his cock made its way back deep inside of me. The sensation of this man bottoming my ass out made me want to blow my load.

Before I could concentrate on that thought, a loud stinging sound of his hand coming across my ass, hard! I yelped like a bitch and felt my entire body flush. I felt my entire body blushing. Then another hard slap, and another and another. I was whimpering now, bracing myself for another blow but just as he started, he stopped.

I didn’t know it but his hand was reaching for the back of my head. Grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my head back until I was up on my elbows panting loudly. His cock slamming hard into me…

“That’s my good little bitch, that’s it, cum for me. I said cum for me!!”

His orders bellowing out to me, instantly my body started to quiver and shudder. My teeth gnashing together and the sensation of having been kicked in the balls as my cock started spewing into the sheets under me. All the while, I was in a full-throated, repetitive loud as fuck groan!

I felt my body go limp, he held my head up for a moment longer. Just as he’d finished dumping his second load of the night into my bowels, he released his grip and rolled off of me. I passed out; I must have fallen asleep. I opened my Kartal Escort Bayan eyes and it was morning. I could smell coffee and daylight was breaking through the bedroom curtains.

Making the effort to lift up off of the bed, I instantly felt reminders of what I had been put through the previous day. Fucked at a construction worksite, fucked again twice later that night. The whelps left on my ass by a man’s violent slaps. The ache of my thoroughly stretched, beaten and bruised asshole welcomed me this morning.

That was six months ago…

So, why am I here you might ask? I don’t know, I honestly don’t know. Maybe because I need to share this with someone before I go mad. I think I’ve stressed the point sufficiently that I’m not gay. I’ve never thought of being gay. I’ve never desired a man in any way.

Yet here I am. As I make this entry, I’m preparing myself for something new…

With Mr. Ayers, I’ve experienced many firsts. The majority have been wonderful firsts. That first afternoon at his worksite trailer. That night that I just told you about. Giving head under a table while he spoke to a coworker. The man knew that his boss was getting his cock sucked he just never knew it was me.

I could go on and on…

There were some horribly ugly firsts as well. The one that I will never forget because of the shame and the beating that I received for it. The one and only time that I shit on his cock.

Don’t laugh!!

That night I was given a choice, I could go to his closet and bring the leather strap hanging on the door or I could get the fuck out and never come back. It was my choice. I stayed and he beat my ass purple. When he ordered me into the shower I was in tears.

Turning the water on and using his handheld shower nozzle I washed him off and washed myself off. I was then instructed to kneel on the shower floor. Mr. Ayers proceeded to launch a strong, steady stream of urine right at my cock and balls. I didn’t move.

He purposely aimed for my nut sack. One testicle then the other. He finished and looked right at my defeated face. He proceeded to inform me that it was not up to him to explain to me how I was to maintenance myself so that these things never happened again.

I was also informed that if this ever did happen again there would be no harsh repercussions, no beatings. I would just have to leave and never come back. Oh, and the other?

“I pissed on you so that you never forget any of this and so you know that you belong to me. You will do as I say. All the time, every time. Is that understood?” I was looking into those blue eyes as he finished.

“Y-y-yes sir,” I softly whimpered in response.

Since that day I have never committed that sin again. But we do shower often especially when I spend the night. At the end of his shower, it’s never announced nor am I told to hold any position.

It’s always without warning or fanfare. Always after I’ve finished washing and rinsing him off. Before he steps out to dry himself. He does it.

I’ll turn my back to him and begin washing my hair, bathing myself; that’s when I feel that warm stream hitting the back of my legs or my big ass. I smile. I know what that sensation is, he’s pissing on me. I also know what he means by it, he owns me, I smile…

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This is part 2 of Liz’s journey into anal pleasure. Thank you for all the lovely comments about the original story. I hope you continue to enjoy her story.

When the alarm went off, Liz sleepily hit the snooze button. She felt Tony pressed against her back as she slowly lengthened and stretched her legs. She felt a twinge from her bottom, and then blushed as memories from the previous night flooded her mind. Her eyes opened in an attempt to banish images of her ass lifted and spread, her willingness to submit, and even her eagerness for his cock to press into her as deeply as possible. She gave a soft moan remembering Tony’s lips at her neck and his hot whispers in her ears.

She moved to get out of bed, when she felt his arm stop her. Tony pulled her back toward his chest, his lips moving against her neck as his hands rubbed over her nipples.

“Mmmm,” he sighed, “you feel good baby.”

He pressed his hips against hers and she felt his morning erection along her cleft. His lips continued moving along her neck and shoulders, his teeth occasionally nipping at the soft skin. His fingers pinched and pulled at her hard nipples before softening again to rub up and down against them.

Liz softened and relaxed against him, moaning with pleasure.

“You loved having my cock in your ass, didn’t you?” Tony asked before pressing his open mouth against her neck again.

Liz felt herself blushing again and refused to answer his query.

Tony moved his hips, sliding the tip of his cock against her clit. His fingertips still pinching and flicking her nipples. He lifted his mouth to her ear, whispering, “Come on, baby, tell me how escort bayan seks hikayeleri much you enjoyed the feel of my cock stretching your ass.”

His hips began sliding back and forth along the warm moistening lips of her pussy. She could feel the day’s growth of his beard along her neck and earlobe as he said again, “Tell me baby…”

Her only response was a soft moan as she arched her back, pressing her nipples against his fingers and allowing his cock greater access to her now very wet pussy.

Tony resumed the teasing of her neck and shoulder with his mouth and tongue. His left hand moved down her belly until his fingertips were just above her clit.

Liz moaned louder, moving her hips, wanting his fingers right on her swollen clit.

Tony chuckled, lifting his hand, “No baby, you have to tell me. Did you like it?” His teeth softly nipped her earlobe.

She moaned loudly, a combination of frustration and embarrassment, but Tony was insistent.

“Tell me baby…tell me,” he demanded, pinching one nipple and running fingers through the hair of her cleft with a butterfly touch before his teeth nipped at that sexy place where her neck and shoulder met.

Liz wiggled and moaned again, determined to be silent and gain her pleasure. Then she felt tip of Tony’s cock at the opening of her pussy, his fingers a breath away from her clit, and his teeth deepening their hold on her neck. She felt her pussy dripping with want, and whispered a fractured, “Ye-yesss,” as her body shuddered with desire.

Tony lifted his mouth from her neck, chuckling again, wanting her full surrender, “Yes what, baby?”

“God, Tony…fuck me,” Liz moaned, moving her hips, reaching for fingers and cock.

But even though Tony’s cock was wet with her pussy juices, and his fingers were itching to rub the engorged clit that was peeking through her warm, red lips, he repeated, “Yes what, baby?” this time in a tone that brooked no refusal.

Liz could feel tears of frustration slip from her eyes. Her body tensed with indecision so strongly that her belly and thighs quivered. She tried one last time, saying, “Tony,” in her soft pleading voice.

“You know you want to say it, baby,” he whispered, his voice deep and tempting.

Liz shuddered again, repeating, “Yesss…”

Her body softened, opening and relaxing. Her voice was full of sweet femininity and submission as she said, “Yes Tony, I love having your cock in my ass.”

He growled with pleasure and felt her gasp as he drove his cock deep into her pussy, his fingers rubbing over her hardened clit.

Liz screamed and felt tears on her face again as she came instantly in a frenzy of hip-rocking between fingers and cock. Her back arched as the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix and she moaned loudly, wild with pleasure.

Before her orgasm had completely subsided, his cock slipped from her pussy and she felt its slippery wetness moving along her ass and over her tight little hole. She reached back a hand to spread her rounded cheeks, demonstrating her complete surrender.

“Oh God, baby, yes,” he hissed, pressing the tip against pink pucker.

She breathed in, deliberately softening as she felt the pressure, then a small pop as his cock entered her. She turned her head, opening her mouth for Tony’s kiss, feeling his tongue move into her mouth as his cock slid deep into her ass.

The soreness of the night before made his cock seem enormous—it was the trunk of an elephant, the body of a python, the tongue of a giant—a hard, inescapable force. She could feel his hips tight against her bottom, his balls resting in the wetness of her pussy. She whimpered softly.

Tony stilled, panting. Her ass seemed impossibly tight and impossibly hot around his cock. He groaned, biting her neck, feeling how the pulse of his blood through his cock widened and stretched her. The ache of pleasure was nearly unbearable.

He sucked on her neck, his fingers unconsciously pinching her nipples to match the squeezing of his cock. Suddenly, Liz began to convulse and shudder. He heard a loud, keening moan, and then felt a sudden rush of wetness spray over his balls and down his legs.

Tony groaned, pushing Liz from her side to her belly. He could feel her ass contracting around his cock as he pressed her into the bed and frantically fucked her. She grunted and groaned with every stroke, her body slipping up the bed as he fucked her harder and harder. Every pull of his cock showed the softened round O of her little hole before he pushed it back in, feeling it captured by the tight hot walls of her ass. His balls slapped wetly against her pussy, his fingers digging hard into her hips. He gritted his teeth wanting to both end and prolong the pleasure.

She arched her back, signaling his full possession her body and its pleasures, but it wasn’t until he heard her panting, “Tony…Tony…keep fucking my ass,” that the blood roared through his ears and he gave a shout of triumph, feeling the long sticky ropes of cum shooting from his cock into her hottest, deepest place.

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A while ago, I was sitting at my desk pretending to work when I got a very welcome telephone call from Melissa. “George, do you remember when I shared the double-dong with David and you licked my ass and I told you how good it felt?”

“Of course. I really liked it too. Like I’ve said many times, your ass is one of the scenic wonders of the world.”

Melissa giggled and continued. “I said I might like to go further some time. I think the time has come to try it and I want to try it with you. I want you to take my ass cherry.”

“Well, Melissa, I’m glad to hear that and I think you will really enjoy it. A lot of women do. And, to be honest, I certainly am looking forward to being the first with you. I hope you want me to eat your pussy first because that always makes it better for both of us. Do you want to come over here or would you rather I go to your place, and when and what time?” Although I sounded calm, I felt like jumping up and down and shouting “Hip! Hip! hooray!” at the top of my lungs.

“How about if I come over to your place this afternoon at two? And, of course, I want you to eat my pussy first.”

“Melissa, not only is your ass drop-dead gorgeous, you have the most delightful pussy I have ever eaten. I would be very disappointed if we got together and I didn’t get to eat you. Two o’clock works for me.”

She laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere. See you at two o’clock.”

That gave me plenty of time and I was looking forward to Melissa’s visit so much that I no longer made any pretense of trying to work. I showered and shaved and changed the sheets on the bed. I always do that when I am expecting a lady friend but this time I used my brand new satin sheets. It just seemed appropriate to go to a certain amount of trouble for such a special occasion.

Melissa arrived a few minutes early. I am always glad to see her, first because she is so beautiful but also because she is a really sweet person. Considering these two things, I was really thrilled at being the one to expand her sexual horizons and I vowed to make it as good for her as I expected it to be for me. After kissing her hello, and kissing her hello again, and kissing her a third time because it is so much fun to do, I hung up her jacket in the closet. She removed her shoes; I was already barefoot, and we headed for the bedroom.

Because she expected to be naked shortly after arriving in my house, Melissa hadn’t worn much clothing, just a t-shirt and shorts with skimpy panties under the shorts. I was well aware that under the t-shirt were two of the most beautiful breasts in the world. She raised her arms and I took hold of the hem and lifted the thin garment over her head, letting the twin beauties bounce free. They were just as I remembered, so enticing that I couldn’t resist the urge to cup my hands under them for kissing and licking.

“I like that, George, but why not let me lie down on the bed first? I think it’ll be more fun for both of us.”

She was right, of course but before doing that, I unfastened her shorts and peeled them off her, caressing her lovely ass that I expected to soon be fucking. The only thing Melissa was wearing was her panties and I would remove them just before I started eating her pussy. As I was caressing Melissa’s beautiful body, she removed my shirt, unbuckled my belt and knelt on the floor to pull my pants down. She looked up at me, smiled lewdly, and pulled my undershorts down too, letting my cock spring free so she could kiss it. One by one, I lifted my feet so she could remove my clothing. I was more naked than she was but that didn’t bother me because I knew that she would catch up soon. Melissa got on the bed and lay on her back, a pillow under her head, smiling expectantly and holding her hands under her breasts to offer them to me.

It was an offer I could not refuse so I lay beside her and started licking the nearest nipple. I’ve said it before but it bears repeating; Melissa has truly lovely, completely natural breasts, big and firm and creamy, with a scattering of freckles and topped by sensitive pink nipples. As my mouth caressed her, the nipple quickly became erect and felt even more wonderful against my tongue. What I was doing was great for her too.

“Mmmmm, George,” she murmured. “Take your time. You know how much I enjoy what you’re doing and I want to cum from it before we get to the main event.”

“Me too. I mean, I want you to cum before we get there too. You’ll be more relaxed and it’ll be even more fun for both of us.” We both knew what the main event would be and we were both anticipating immense pleasure from it.

For a long, delightful time, I licked Melissa’s beautiful nipples, changing from one to the other, sometimes using broad strokes of my tongue and sometimes short thrusts with just the tip. She squirmed on the bed, offering them to me and cooing from the pleasure. Her eyes were closed, with her head luxuriously digging into the pillow. We have done gaziantep escort bayan this many times for each other and we both truly love it.

We both love even more what I started to do next. Melissa’s breasts are the most delectably succulent of any of my lady friends. She continued to hold her hands under either of the beauties, and I drew one into my mouth as far as I could. With my lips forming a seal on the luscious flesh, I sucked gently, while my tongue caressed her areola and nipple. They were so erect by that time that I could feel the tiny ridges as I licked.

“Ooooo, George, every time you do that, it feels better,” Melissa murmured. “And today, it’s getting better by the second.”

It kept getting better to me too. I switched my attentions to the second of the succulent globes and glanced at her face again. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were peeled back from her teeth in a look of pure, relaxed bliss. As I again switched back and forth between her marvelous breasts, I could hear her cooing starting to turn to moans.

The rest of her body was reacting too. Her pussy, covered only in sheer panties was squirming on the bed and her crotch was soaked through. I could smell the juices her pussy was producing, one of the most delightful aromas I know of, and I knew it was time for me to go lower on her body.

Slowly, I kissed and licked and sucked my way down her soft body. She was aware of what I was about to start doing, of course, and tried to hurry me along by pushing my head toward her eagerly awaiting pussy. I laughed, and after my tongue had reached the waistband of her panties, I slid off the bed and got back on at the foot, holding another pillow.

Melissa knew exactly what I was going to be doing next and she was ready for me. When she saw me getting back on the bed, she raised her ass so I would be able to pull off her panties. I hooked my finger tips into the sides of the elastic band but, before I started removing them, I put my nose right against their soaked crotch and breathed deeply of her marvelous fragrance. She knows how much I love to smell her pussy but she was anxious for my tongue to start pleasuring her, so Melissa put her thumbs into the waistband and pushed it down and around her ass. I took the hint and pulled them off the rest of the way.

With the two of us equally naked, she raised her ass to let me slip the pillow under her to put her pussy at the right height for eating. I was still kneeling so she raised and spread her legs to let me duck under and allow them to rest on my shoulders. Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around her thighs so my hands rested just above her delightful pussy and my nose was just inches away. Once again, I gazed almost reverently at its beauty and breathed deeply of the heavenly aroma.

“Melissa, you have the most wonderful pussy in the world.”

“If you like it so much, why aren’t you eating it instead of staring at it?” She had a certain point there, so I started doing what we both wanted me to do.

As usual, first I licked up all the juices that had dripped onto her legs, belly or anywhere else. I love the taste of almost any woman’s pussy juices but Melissa produces the most delicious ones I know of. After devouring them all, and savoring their taste, I started licking one of her outer lips.

On most women, this is not a very sensitive part so I don’t spend much time there, if any, but all of Melissa’s pussy loves to be caressed by my mouth. Her pubic hair, which she doesn’t shave, is soft and feathery and feels better to my tongue than even her bare skin would. Slowly, covering every part of her lip many times, I licked up to her mons, enjoying the sound of her cooing that started seconds after I began licking her. After relishing the feel of her mons, I brought my tongue back down and treated the other outer lip the same way, getting equal pleasure from her downy hair and her silken skin.

Melissa and I had both been immensely enjoying ourselves so far but it got even better as I started licking her inner lips. Her arousal in anticipation of what we would be doing, and what we had already done had caused them to become swollen and red instead of the usual light pink. The spongy feel of the one I started on was pure bliss to my tongue, besides being covered by her delicious juices.

I wasn’t the only one enjoying the action, of course. “Oooo, George, that always feels so good. You really know what I like.” Besides her words, Melissa was showing me how much she liked it by the way her pussy was squirming and fucking up into me face.

When I reached the end, where one inner lip merges with the other to form Melissa’s clit hood, I raised my head to again survey her beautiful face and body. Her lovely breasts were swaying with the movements of her body as she writhed on the bed, and her head on the pillow was tossing from side to side. Her eyes were closed blissfully but when I paused to look at her face, she opened them and smiled at me. I smiled back and stroked her clit hood with my tongue.

“Ummm, yeah,” she murmured as my tongue caressed her, so close to her sweetest of sweet spots. “Keep doing that.”

I did what she asked, but only for a few seconds. It was the turn of the other inner pussy lip and I licked that one the same way, covering every bit of its spongy surface many times over. This time, when I reached her clit hood, I stroked her there several times before curling my tongue under to delicately fondle the swollen love button that had almost pushed its way out from beneath its shelter. Although my touch was light, almost as feathery as Melissa’s pussy hair, there were immediate results.

The results were great, a big gush of fresh pussy juice and her cooing evolving fully into moans of pleasure, ending in whimpers. I could tell she was almost ready to cum so once again I brought my tongue down to her precious love hole. This time, I probed the edges around the wet, pink opening, relishing the taste of the juices that squirted out into my mouth. First the bottom edge, then up along one side and the other, my tongue crossing over between them, dipping in to taste the delicious juices as they bubbled up from their source.

Melissa was thrashing on the bed, her body seeming to be almost completely out of control. I noted her thighs had rotated out slightly, presenting her pussy even more fully to me and I knew she was completely ready to cum. First I probed my tongue into the small area between her pink hole and her adorable love toy, eliciting more and louder whimpers of pleasure. After that, I moved my face up slightly, drawing her clit into my mouth and sucking on it. As I sucked, my lips formed a seal at the base and my tongue caressed all along the engorged sides and top.

“Yes! Like that!” Melissa cried out joyously as she felt what my mouth was doing. “Suck my clit! Suck my clit!” As she begged me to do what I very much wanted to do anyhow, she was pushing her pussy up into my face to help me do it.

Minutes after my mouth had enveloped her precious clit, she happily blurted out “Yes! Yes! I’m cumming.” As she always does when I am eating her pussy in this position, her legs wrapped around my temples and her hands pressed on the back of my head. Melissa’s pussy was fucking so hard into my face, while her hands and legs held me where we both wanted me, that her ass was bouncing up and down, actually leaving the bed. As is also her habit, her heels were kicking lightly against my back. She enjoys cumming abut as much as any woman I know, and I also enjoy it when she does.

When she climaxed, her back arched, and her arms jerked, shoving her pussy against my face for a final time. Totally relaxed, she collapsed back onto the bed, happy with her orgasm. I was happy with it too because of all the fresh juices her pussy had produced, the most delicious I have ever tasted. I licked them all up, even scooping them out of her lovely pink hole with my tongue, because they would not be needed for the fucking we would soon be doing, and they are too good for me to allow them to go to waste. When I was through, I crawled out from under her legs and got off the bed.

Melissa’s eyes were still closed as she rested from her great climax but she opened them and grinned at me when she felt me exiting the bed. “Don’t be gone long, George. Remember, we have something very special planned for later.” I smiled back. I was well aware what was planned and I intended to get ready for it.

After wiping the surplus pussy juices from my face, I rinsed out the cloth, intending to use it to wash Melissa’s ass. When I returned to the bedroom with that, a condom and the bottle of Aquaglide, I showed her the latter two and set them by the foot of the bed. She smiled lewdly at the sight and got to her hands and knees to prepare herself for what she was here to do. She expected it to be a lot of fun.

I expected the same thing of it but there was something I wanted to do first. “I want to lick your ass first, Melissa, so you’ll be better prepared. It was great for both of us before and should be just as good this time.”

“Okay. You’re right. I remember how good it felt too.”

While she knelt, one side of her face pressed against a pillow and her hands spreading her cheeks for me, I gazed almost rapturously at her truly gorgeous ass. The sides curve out smoothly from her waist and taper down to her legs. Her succulent cheeks of her ass rise dramatically from the small of her back to form a perfect full moon before they curve back around and meet her thighs. The soft, smooth outsides of those lovely cheeks are fetchingly splashed with a few freckles but the insides are like pure creamy ivory. As beautiful as they are, they are a suitable frame for her perfect pink rosebud. Whenever I describe Melissa, I use superlatives because there is so much about her face and body and personality that comes about as close to perfect as anybody could be.

As gorgeous as her ass is, however, some very unpleasant things pass through there. I didn’t smell anything but her own personal fragrance and I know she always keeps her body scrupulously clean, but I didn’t want to take any chances. Using the wet cloth from the bathroom, I wiped off her pink rosebud and the surrounding area. It seemed almost like a sacrilege toward such a heavenly place but I thought it to be best to be sure.

Once I was satisfied, I pressed my face against her and started licking at the top of her cleft. The skin inside her cheek was as soft as her pussy had been, and I slowly licked all the way down, for the time being avoiding her puckered hole, as I did the first time we shared this wonderful way of making love.

“Mmmm, that feels nice. Your mustache is tickling me.” Melissa was really enjoying what my tongue was doing but we both knew this was just a preliminary.

Slowly, my tongue caressed down and around between her lovely rosebud and her pussy, picking up a few delicious drops of juice that I had somehow missed before. When I started back up the inside of her other cheek, I again skirted the puckered hole. Melissa was enjoying our activities so much her ass was squirming much like her pussy had a short while earlier. When I had again licked all the way up to the top of her cleft, I paused, and started down the middle.

Even more slowly than before, my tongue caressed the silky akin until I again reached the area where the puckering started. Using a fair amount of pressure because I wanted both of us to enjoy it fully, I circled along the area, tracing her precious rosebud. After completing the circle, I pulled back briefly to enjoy the beautiful sight of the pink surrounded by creamy skin. Looking was nowhere near enough, though, and I buried my face between her cheeks, joyfully licking her rosebud first with up and down strokes, then diagonally, then across. I could hear Melissa sighing and cooing happily and I knew I had been right in licking her ass before fucking it.

We were both relaxed and ready for her primary reason for coming here. She was still on her knees but her upper body was supported by her hands. Melissa looked over her shoulder at me. “You didn’t put your tongue in me,” she commented, not complaining, just wondering.

“My cock is going to be there in a few minutes so my tongue seemed like it would be inconsequential. Otherwise, I would have, because that’s fun too. If you’re ready, reach back again because I will need to add lubrication.”

“I’m ready.” Melissa was more than ready; she was eager. Once again the side of her face was pressed against a pillow. “Grease me up good, George. You know how to do it.”

She was right, of course. I removed the top from the Aquaglide, placed the neck of the bottle against her rosebud, pushed it gently inside and squeezed in a healthy dollop. She giggled at the new sensation. “That feels funny. Good, but funny.”

I squirted in another big gob of the lubricant and added some around the rim. Melissa is a rather small woman and this would be her first time for this. I would much rather use far too much of the Aquaglide than not quite enough. I pressed the tip of my middle finger against her rosebud and slipped it inside her, all the way to the knuckle. “How does that feel?”

“Nice, but I hope your cock is bigger than that.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be big enough.” Keeping my finger straight, I twisted it around inside her and moved it in and out, applying a thick covering of the Aquaglide to the entire inside of her ass.

When I was in the bathroom, I had removed the condom from its package, so I rolled it onto my cock after she was ready. I added more of the lubricant, especially on the end, so I was covered as heavily as the inside of Melissa’s ass. Both of us were as ready as we were going to get.

“Keep holding your cheeks open,” I instructed her. “There will probably be some dull pain at first but it should quickly evolve into pleasure. If you feel a sharp pain, it means something’s wrong. Let me know right away and I’ll back out.”

“I’m not worried. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

It gave me a warm feeling to hear her say that, and it was true. “Melissa, I would cut my cock off before I hurt you deliberately but something could go wrong, like a loose piece of skin. Be sure to let me know if it’s too painful.” She told me she would.

While Melissa held her cheeks spread, I inserted the tips of my index fingers in her rosebud and pried the edges apart. Using the fingers of one hand to maintain the opening I had created, I guided my cock with the other hand until the head was pressed against its goal. With a firm push my cock, aided by the lubricant, wedged inside Melissa’s ass. She sighed and seemed to flinch slightly.

“Did that hurt?”

“Just a little, at first, like you said it would. It feels okay now, though. Keep going.”

I did keep going but only in small increments at first. Another firm thrust squeezed more of my cock into her ass.

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At breakfast the next morning Jessica announced that they had been invited to stay over at a friend’s house for New Years. The friend’s house was closer to college and Deon’s so they were going to stay there for a few days before heading to Deon’s, then back to college for the start of the new semester.

This greatly upset my wife as she had assumed Jessica would be staying home for longer. Thinking fast I suggested the two of them go on for a spa day to have some quality mother-daughter time, my treat. Jessica beamed at me for saving her bacon and Julie was never one to turn down a spa day. Internally I sighed with relief, that little bombshell could’ve detonated into a full on war if I hadn’t intervened. Jake wanted to go to the mall with his friends to spend the last of his Christmas money and Julie was happy enough to drop him off on the way with the stern warning not to spend all his money, and that he should under no circumstances try to come back on his own.

As my family said their goodbyes and slammed the front door, I drank my coffee and smiled enjoying the feeling of having an empty house and no plans, when Deon walked in.

He was topless showing off his muscular arms, strong shoulders, broad chest and defined abs. His sizeable bulge was clearly on display through his baggy basketball shorts. As he walked towards me, I felt myself being hypnotised by the swaying of his cock.

Deon sat down opposite me with a self satisfied grin and helped himself to coffee. My sense of peace and tranquility vanished to be replaced by a very nervous, very horny energy.

He drank some coffee and said “Let’s get some things straight. I love your daughter and you love your wife. Anything we do does not change or damage that.” I nodded slack jawed. “The recordings and images I have of you have not and will not be shared or uploaded to the cloud, unless you threaten to do something stupid. While I am here you do not touch your clit, if Julie wants a little action then fine but from now on if you want to get off, it’s your tits and pussy only.” He winked as he said ‘little action’.

“Now that’s out of the way let’s get comfortable and talk about what to do with our free day.”

He pushed his chair back, went into the lounge, dropped his shorts and sat, naked, legs spread wide on the sofa. I sank to my knees in front of him and started to suck on his cock without being told. “Good whore” he said. I moaned around his cock at the word and my ass started to bounce in need, the tingling sensation was back stronger than before, the feeling of his massive cock growing in my mouth and stretching down my throat was giving me that sense of fullness, of being complete.

I was swallowing on the down stroke to take him to the balls, his pre-cum lubricating my throat, Deon relaxed on his phone as I happily sucked him. I was lost in a fog of contented bliss, eyes closed, mouth full of cock, throat wonderfully sore, nipples hard, dick drooling, ass hole aching, winking open and closed, chasing that high. The fullness was increasing every time I sucked, that incredible, maddening pressure building. I felt his cock stiffen and I started to lick the underside of his head and slit, he groaned and came in my mouth, the incredible pressure that had been building up in me burst and I came just from giving my man a blowjob! I slumped down into Deon’s lap, still contentedly suckling at his softening cock as I came down from my own orgasm.

I was still a happy mindless cock zombie when Deon told me to follow him, I crawled after him in a daze as he led me upstairs to my bedroom and into our en-suite.

He gave me a bottle of my wife’s hair remover and told me that while I wouldn’t get away with a hairless clitty, I could keep my pussy nice and smooth and at least trim my bush for him. I dutifully applied the cream over and between my ass cheeks, and the patch between my balls and ass. I brushed my teeth and gargled while I waited for it to work and took a shower to wash it all off.

When I came out, I found Deon had left a bottle of baby oil, a white lace thong, matching white thigh high socks and Jessica’s long, thick, black butt plug on the bed. I blushed as I lubricated it up and sighed in contentment as my new ass pussy sucked it home. The warm fuzzy daze came over me as the plug nestled between my cheeks and my ass pussy started to suckle at my new toy. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned in satisfaction, as one hand pulled the plug out and pushed it slowly back to the hilt, my hips started to roll forwards and back to match the motions of my hand as I started to fuck myself with the butt plug. My legs started to shake, so I curled up on my side to give myself better access to my now drooling ass pussy.

I don’t know how long I fucked myself like that, I was lost in a warm sexual glow, like a low level continuous full body orgasm. Suddenly Deon stood in front of me, smirking, phone in hand as I continued to languidly fuck myself with İstanbul Escort Jessica’s butt plug.

He said “I was right, you are a natural born slut.” He pushed the plug firmly up my ass, took hold of my hands and made me sit up on the side of the bed. “Now listen up baby, Jessica has just text me their treatments finish at four, so they’ll be home around six, which means you have to get dinner ready by then so you look like the perfect husband.” He looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “It’s lunchtime, so make us some pizza and grab us some beers and I’ll tell you what’s next.” I had begun to stroke his cock through his shorts and had absent-mindedly started to bounce up and down on the butt plug while Deon was talking, so he pulled my hair so I was looking him in the eye “Do it now whore.” he said, I was practically drooling in cock lust and my nipples ached at the word “whore”, I really, really wanted to suck his cock again but I dutifully pulled on the white lace thong, automatically tucking my dick between my legs, making sure the plug as firmly secure.

I wasn’t thinking straight, the plug in my pussy was the centre of my world, my mind was happy blank and empty, the pleasure radiating from the plug in my ass pussy was drowning out everything else and the tightness of the thong only increased the sensations of the plug. I found one of my wife’s white silk camisoles and pulled it on, it barely covered my ass and clung to my body. Secretly thrilled, I pinched and pulled on my nipples a few times so they stuck out noticeably and went down stairs to get lunch ready, hoping to tease Deon into fucking me on the kitchen table like an animal.

Lunch was pizza, salad and beers and we ate in silence in front of the TV, me trying to distract Deon’s attention away from the sports by alternately riding (sometimes quick and shallow like a rabbit, others pulling out to the very tip, teasing my puffy ass lips with the head of the plug and deliberately taking the whole length, moaning as it stretched me out) and grinding on the plug.

No dice.

I was in the kitchen cleaning away the mess when I heard the door open and voices, the beer buzz had added to the pleasure flowing from the plug so I didn’t feel self conscious when I went back into the lounge naked except for the white silk camisole, thong and socks, (nipples re-tweaked and iced to really make them stick out) holding more bottles of beer.

Deon was stood talking with a guy I didn’t recognise, they looked up and saw me. I blushed deeply, suddenly very aware that I was practically naked, dick semi hard and drooling pre-cum, ass stretched around the big black plug, juices and lube running down my thighs.

“David this is Sam, he’s an old friend of mine.” Sam was close to my height and looked like a big fat party animal of the kind usually only seen in 80’s comedies. He had black greasy looking hair and dark bruises under his brown eyes.

I didn’t know what to do or say, I was frozen in shock. Sam eyed me lecherously. I felt like a piece of meat under his stare, it was embarrassing, humiliating and a deeply shameful turn on. My lack of clothing didn’t help, I had also been riding the plug throughout lunch (much to Deon’s amusement) keeping myself on the verge of anal orgasm for close to an hour.

Perversely my dick started getting harder under Sam’s stare, somewhere deep down, a twisted part of me was getting off on the humiliation.

Unconsciously I pushed my chest out and shoulders back, putting my tits on display. My back arched, making my ass stick out, I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze but my body language told him in no uncertain terms how much I needed a good hard fucking.

Sam stopped staring and confidently strode over to give me a bro hug. I felt his hand on my lower back pulling me closer, then his hand went lower and his fingers played with my thong. He spanked my ass hard and whispered “we’re gonna have a lot of fun, me and you”, he spanked me again and I yelped. He turned to face Deon grinning, one arm wrapped around my waist pulling me entirely too close for comfort, his hand possessively fondling my ass. He was groping my tits with his other hand, I stood passively letting this greasy, overweight college dude-bro openly grope me, my embarrassment and semi hard dick plain to see.

Deon took a swig of beer and said “told you bro, this slut might just be the answer to all your problems”.

Sam helped himself to a beer, took me by the wrist and dragged me to the sofa, pulling me down to squeeze in between him and Deon. He pulled me close, so I was cuddled up to him. I could feel the soft warmth of his body, it felt very different to Deon’s muscular hardness. He smelt different too, with his boyish aftershave and body odour, giving him an almost sweet/saltiness masking the ripe musk of a man that hasn’t got laid for a long time.

We watched the sports for a while, drinking in silence, my gaze drifted Anadolu Yakası Escort down to Sam’s lap, idly wondering how big he might be. The sexual tension building as Sam groped my ass and tits and I tentatively began to stroke his package. I looked over to Deon, confused and increasingly horny. Was he okay with Sam touching me like we were at the back row of the movies? Deon glanced over and said “don’t look at me like that slut, you know you want it.” It was all the re-assurance I needed as Sam’s hand stopped mauling my (by now incredibly sensitive and very sore) tits and started to rubbing the back of my neck, applying a gentle downward pressure.

I had cum earlier when I gave Deon a blow job and had been in a constant state of arousal due to the butt plug and the thrill of my being in lingerie, trying and so far failing to seduce Deon into giving me the fucking I so desperately wanted.

Then the humiliation of Sam seeing me like this and treating me like I was a cheap slut at closing time, weirdly added to my arousal. The feeling of being objectified and used solely for someone else’s gratification clearly did something for me.

Sam pulled down his sweat pants and his cock sprang to attention. My eyes nearly popped out and my mouth gaped open comically. He cock was around 7″ long incredibly thick, I wrapped my hand around it and my fingers could just barely touch my thumb.

Salivating and very horny I opened my mouth wide and sank down on his cock.

It stretched my jaw open to the point where I honestly thought it was going to dislocate like one of those snakes on the discovery channel.

I pushed on though, the cock whore in me was apparently a size queen too and soon I was gagging and choking myself on Sam’s cock, the sounds of a very enthusiastic, very, very sloppy blowjob filled the air.

Sam’s cock tasted different, his pre-cum was sweeter, less bitter and less thick. The smell was different too, not as aggressively masculine, more like good sex.

I tried to deep throat his monstrous cock but my gag reflex kept repelling it. I don’t know whether I was disappointed or relieved. Sam laughed at my gagging “told you dude, now pay up” he chuckled.

Deon grumbled and fumbled $20 out of his wallet.

The bet settled, Sam turned his attention to my warm, wet and oh so eager mouth. He ran his podgy fingers through my hair now controlling the pace, using my mouth as a pussy to get himself off. Surprisingly he wasn’t very aggressive, he held me just firmly enough to show he was in control but let me show off some of my new found cock sucking skills.

In truth it was my first time with a man that didn’t feel forced or coerced, I willingly succumbed to Sam.

As I pushed off his cock, he let go and I stood and turned away from him, presenting my ass perfectly framed by the white thong, big, black butt plug protruding obscenely. I bent at the waist, pulled the thong aside and looked back at Sam while I puckered and flexed my ass pussy, making the butt plug jiggle.

As Sam stared at my ass, I winked at him and pulled the plug out of me, reaching back I took hold of his cock and guided it into me.

I winced in pain as Sam’s huge cock stretched me wide open. The relentless stinging pain brought tears to my eyes, eventually my ass pussy stretched open and took the head of his cock inside me. We both grunted at the initial penetration.

Only the flared head of his immensely thick cock was inside me and I was panting already, I felt Sam’s hands on my hips and instinctively braced, expecting him to forcefully pull me back on to his cock while thrusting his hips up and making me squeal.

Only that didn’t happen.

His boyishly soft hands stroked my sides, like he was calming a dog, it felt weird initially, then as he continued stroking me it felt comforting and I relaxed, slowly sinking back into him and down on his cock. The thickness of his cock was still sending stinging sensations through me but his strangely reassuring stroking was slowly taking the pain away.

By the time I felt his pubes on my ass and my balls nestling against his the pain had faded to a dull ache, his hands now crossed my chest and gently tweaked my nipples and he began to kiss and suck on my neck, making me moan softly.

I lifted myself up a few inches and sat back down, we developed a gentle rocking rhythm, forwards and back, as my ass pussy got used to the intense stretching and his cock rubbed my prostrate over and over again, making my toes curl, eliciting whimpers of pleasure.

I felt the orgasm building as a slow tidal wave, I began to gyrate in his lap, really stretching myself open, using everything I had learnt in my few short days as a cock slut to make this guy feel as good as possible, attempting to squeeze and milk his impossibly hard cock with my ass muscles.

His low moans got louder, his eyes closed, his head tilted back as his mouth fell open. İstanbul Escort The gentle, rocking rhythm increased as did the length of the strokes, incredibly his cock grew longer and thicker and leant forward, pulling me tight to him, he bit my neck, sucking passionately as he came. I wailed as the force of his cum shots triggered my own orgasm and the hours of edging and teasing caused me to pass out with the intensity.

When I came to, Sam’s cock was still inside me, semi-hard. He had cum so much that some had leaked out and ran down his balls, dripping on the floor.

The was the first time I had felt sex with a guy was genuinely intimate and blushed as I noticed my heavy breathing and ropes of cum that had splattered my chest up to my chin.

Sam cuddled me as I came down from my orgasm, kissing my neck and stroking my back, as his cock softened inside me. I was still basking in the post orgasm glow when Deon said “Damn dude, I think you fucked her brains out!”

I blushed hard and Sam laughed, I stood up clenching my ass to try to stop any more cum dripping down my legs.

Deon whistled “You totally wrecked that pussy dude.” Sam merely nodded, apparently unable to speak.

I turned around and sank to my knees, I lovingly cleaned Sam’s cock and balls, licking off the cum and lube, then I stared into Sam’s eyes as I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him back to life.

Deon stood and came behind me, with one swift move he pulled his cock out and shoved every inch of his hard cock into my still dripping wet ass pussy.

I moaned around Sam’s cock as Deon sank home, trying to reclaim his territory. This was a hard, fast fuck. Deon throwing his weight and strength into every thrust, dominating my body, pulling my hips back to meet every thrust, in effect controlling the blowjob I was giving Sam.

I was stuffed with cock, Deon wasn’t as thick as Sam and honestly didn’t feel as good, the mind-blowing thickness that I felt with Sam just wasn’t there, however he did compensate with length, strength, style and stamina.

Sam was hard again and leaking pre-cum, I was stroking his shaft with one hand to try and maintain a good rhythm while Deon was fucking me hard.

My earlier teasing and the show I had put on with Sam must’ve had an effect on Deon as he only lasted a minute or two before he shot his load in my now drenched ass pussy. As Deon pulled out, he pushed the butt plug back in to stop any more cum leaking out of my stretched and aching hole.

I was now free to focus all my attention on Sam and I leant forwards, rubbing his big balls in one hand, while stroking his shaft and licking and sucking on the head of his cock. I was making a lot of eye contact and moaning in appreciation on every stroke, trying to make it as sloppy, wet and sexy as I possibly could.

I felt Deon take hold of the butt plug and he started to fuck me with it as he whispered what a good whore I was, what a cock slut I was, how Sam was going to take care of me and make sure I had all the cock I needed, how I was his cum dumpster, his personal cock sleeve, how I’d suck any cock he told me to, fuck two or even three cocks at the same time by the time he was through.

Sam’s hands returned to my head, coaxing me to take more of his cock in my mouth, staring intently, I took his cock into the back of my mouth, then I took a breath and swallowed as I pushed forward as hard as I could.

The head of his cock lodged just at the entrance of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in, my throat constricting around his cock. I pulled back gasping for air, swallowing spit and trying not to throw up. I took a breath and tried again, swallowing down again and again, his cock now lodged further down my throat and I was able to control the initial, panicked frantic urge to gag, turning it into a more measured, controlled swallowing in an effort to deep throat his cock and massage it with my throat muscles as my tongue licked at his balls.

Sam groaned as he felt my tongue tickle his balls.

Deon fucked me faster, telling me how much money he was going to make whoring me out, how I was going to be addicted to cum, how I was only ever going to get hard to cock now, how I was nothing but a cock whore, how every cock I took was turning my ass into a loose, wet, sloppy pussy, how I’d start wearing booty shorts, keep my ass lubricated and start going to glory holes.

Despite having cum only a few minutes earlier my deep throating had Sam on the verge of cumming again, I could feel his cock getting thicker and longer as his balls tightened up.

I felt my own orgasm building again as Deon fucked my now drooling and gaping ass pussy with the butt plug and fucked my mind with his words.

Sam’s second orgasm wasn’t as copious as the first, I was thankful that I had his cock in my throat as his first cum shot was still powerful, I pulled his cock out of my throat and into my mouth so I could taste him.

Two more shots filled my mouth with his creamy, salty, almost bitter tasting cum.

Deon whispered “good whore” and with that I came, shuddering and drooling on Sam’s cock.

Deon looked at Sam smugly, and Sam stared back in a daze.

“Pay up bro, told you the bitch would be able to deep throat that hog of yours.”

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The Art of Anal Part 8

Fuck it! I thought waking up at the usual time for work. I have not had a day off from work in almost a year. My colleagues were always ‘sick’ or taking leave of some sort, invariably leaving me to ‘man the store’, as my boss put it.

“Had a bout of gastro over the weekend. Can’t come in today.” I text my boss on Monday morning after my fun with Bella the night before in a foetid alley not far from the Broken Hill Hotel.

“Take care.” Came the reply from head office.

It felt strange to be enjoying a guilt-free three day weekend, and I had every intention of enjoying it, doing absolutely nothing.

The weather was accommodating as well, warm with a slight breeze from the west that would strengthen in the later afternoon and eliminate the worst of the built-up heat. However, I admit that I did not check the local forecast.

The first thing I did on my spontaneous day off was to take a spa. The hot, bubbling water relaxed my muscles and relieved my slight hangover.

While relaxing, I recalled Bella asking me to notify her if I chose to skive off today. What did she have in mind?

I text her as soon as I exited the spa.

“Thought you would LOL,” She replied to the news that I was taking a sickie, “Did you want to catch up today?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“The city?”

“Nah too risky,” I replied, “Might be spotted.”

“What about the Galleria?”

Okay, when?”

“Whenever you like?”

I glanced at my watch

“How about 11 AM?”

“See you then, xx.”

I quickly dressed and made my way to the Galleria Shopping Centre in the suburb of Morley, where Bella lived with her parents, even though she was 25 years old. Being Monday, consumer foot traffic was light, and I secured a seat at the agreed coffee shop.

“Hi Jason,” Said Bella smiling.

“Nice to see you again,” I responded, arising from my seat to hug her, “Looking very summary today.”

“Thanks,” She gushed in return and sat opposite me.

Bella wore a canary yellow dress that accentuated the positive curves and hid the negative ones. She was not chunky by any objective standard, but Bella was not as well-defined as Mandy. The creator had not endowed Bella as richly as her friend in the breasts and butt department, but she possessed a striking figure, and Bella was prettier than Mandy. The latter wore those super-strength coke bottle spectacles that interrupted an otherwise pleasing face.

“Can I take your order?” Asked a beautifully curvy, dark-skinned waitress.

“Espresso for me,” Bella said.

“And I’ll have a tea, Russian Caravan.”

“What’s a Russian Caravan?” Asked a sceptical Bella.

“It’s a blend of teas that are smoked using pine cones.”

“But why the name?”

“The teas originated in China and were shipped to Russia using camels formed into a caravan for the long transcontinental journey.”

“Interesting,” Bella said, completely uninterested, “We only have tea bags at home.”

“Ah, the floor sweepings.”

“Probably,” Bella replied, “I don’t drink the stuff.”

“I don’t drink tea bags either.”

We discussed a variety of mundane topics while we consumed our beverages before window shopping. Nothing of interest caught my eye, but Bella flitted between stores, examining clothes, shoes and bags. About an hour later, we arrived at The Morley Tavern.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, “You want lunch?”

“Nah. I’m not hungry, but I fancy a drink.”

“Excellent.”

We entered, and while there were several diners, I had no trouble securing a relatively private table. A waitress took our order and arrived a short time later with my beer and Bella’s wine.

“I was on the internet this morning,” Smiled Bella mischievously.

“Oh, yes!” I raised an eyebrow in expectation.

“I was researching prepping for anal sex.”

“And what did you discover?” I asked, sipping from the glass.

“A whole range of things that look pleasurable.” She said, teasing the information.

“Such as?”

“Analingus is a real thing that both men and women enjoy.”

“It’s more commonly known as rimming.”

“Yes,” Agreed Bella, “And special toys for the butt.”

“Butt plugs and the like?”

“And a two penis vibrator,” Bella added, “But that was expensive.”

“Did you look up the price on the Club X website?”

“I did,” She beamed, pleased with her investigative abilities, “Butt plugs are more reasonably priced.”

“Will you get one?”

“Maybe,” She said, “Want to see one in the flesh first.”

I mentioned that there was a sex shop in the suburb of Mount Lawley, which was a short bus journey from the tavern.

“How do you know there is one there?” Bella asked with a cheeky grin.

“It’s not far from The Queens Hotel that I’ve visited on occasion.”

“Ah, okay,” She said, “Have you been inside? Is it seedy?”

“Not that one, but if you’ve been in one, you’ve been in them all,” I replied, “And yes the shops I’ve visited were sleazy.”

“I’m not bayan escort seks hikayeleri game to enter by myself,” Bella laughed.

“What about your friends?” I asked, “With Mandy?”

“We’re too chicken,” More giggling, “What’s inside?”

“A wide variety of magazines, videos, toys and other sex aids,” I said, “Then there are the entertainment sections.”

“What’s that?”

“Booths for watching pornos on-demand, and peep shows where one inserts $2 coins and watches a scantily clad women masturbating.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and men usually wank themselves off.”

“Into what?” Bella’s face was showing incredulity now, “The supplied tissues but most leave their jism on the floor.”

“Gross!” Spat Bella and wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“What’s really bad is the staff don’t clean the booths very often,” I added.

“Ew, sticky floors,” Bella laughed, “Glad I’ve never gone inside.”

“Yeah, those places don’t get much female custom,” I said, “In fact, more women are working in such places, and they tend to be very knowledgeable about what they sell.”

I laughed recalling a time when a colleague took me and another into a sex shop in the city. The shop was more upmarket since it did not offer the aforementioned entertainments. The woman who managed the shop took great delight in explaining ‘The Rabbit’ and how it is used to give pleasure to men and women. She was completely open and confident that she made the three of us blush with embarrassment.

“Can’t imagine you embarrassed by anything to do with sex?” Chuckled Bella, who had tears of laughter in her eyes.

“It was so unexpected,” I giggled, “She certainly gave us her best sales pitch.”

“Did you end up buying it?”

“The guy that brought us to the shop did, but not on that day.”

“He must have been in shock?” Wondered Bella after draining her glass of wine.

“We all were,” I confirmed, “You want a refill?”

“Yes, please.”

I came back with our drinks. Bella took a sip, rose and headed towards the bathroom. My cock rose in anticipation that she admitted an interest in the yellow arts, but seconds later, Bella returned.

“That was quick!” I laughed.

“Oh, I went to the bathroom to remove my bra and knickers,” Bella giggled.

“Really?” I asked, shocked, “Show me!”

Bella handed me her handbag across the table. I peered inside and, sure enough, there were her bra and panties.

“Going commando today?”

“It’s liberating,” Bella grabbed her glass and took a confident sip, “Ah, that’s better.”

I noticed her nipples press against her pretty yellow dress, and suspected that the area between her legs was slick given how fidgety Bella was becoming. It was also clear that the wine was having its intended effect, probably a little too early in the day, but I was happy to react to events.

“Do you do this often?” I asked.

“Hm,” Bella thought, “When I’m in the mood to play.”

“What games do you want to play?”

“Something kinky and dirty and sleazy.”

“Anal?”

“Maybe.”

“Pee?” I asked, remembering what Bella did the night before.

“Maybe.”

Star Trek’s Mr Spock was correct when he said: “I have never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question.” I suppose Bella was trying to maintain an air of mystery about what game she intended to play today, but not answering my enquiries was a tad frustrating.

“Shall we go to the adult store?”

“Sure,” She answered, draining her glass.

We exited the pub, a little tipsy, and threaded our way through the Galleria and made our way to Broun Avenue where we expected to catch a bus into town.

Upon rejoining the great outdoors, I was shocked to discover the sunny blue sky was replaced by a growing collection of dangerous-looking thunderheads rolling in from the east. In my haste to meet Bella, I recalled not checking the weather and storms are frequent this time of year.

Unfortunately, our state of intoxication led to us catching the wrong bus. With Bella bent over and sucking my cock in a mostly empty vehicle, I did not notice the change of direction. It was only when the bus pulled up at a junction in an industrial part of the city did I twig that all was not well.

“We’re not in Kansas anymore,” I said to Bella.

“What did you mean?” She asked after spitting my cock out of her mouth.

“I mean, we’re on the wrong bus!”

Reaching up, I pressed the buzzer to alert the driver to deposit us at the next bus stop. I pushed my cock back into my shorts and tugged on the zipper.

Exiting the bus and looking around, I saw the skyline of the city and realised that we were not too far from our intended destination. We could wait for a returning bus to take us back to the Galleria or we could thread our way through the streets which I was confident I could navigate.

We chose the latter choice.

The streets of this industrial area were mostly devoid of people and car. Mercilessly, there were trees dotted here and there that provided us with some much-needed shade from the sun. With a storm brewing, I wanted us undercover before it broke so we marched at a brisk pace.

“I need to pee,” Groaned Bella, seconds into our impromptu journey.

“Can’t you hold it?” I said, oblivious to Bella’s intention.

“No, I’m just going to go by this tree.”

Given the lack of life on this street, there seemed to no danger of Bella getting caught en fragrante delicto, so I had no objection to her taking relief.

Upon reaching the tree, Bella took a brief look up and down the street, before dropping onto her haunches, spreading her legs, hitching up her skirt and used a hand to part her meaty pussy lips.

“You want to watch me piss?”

“Of course,” I replied, feeling my cock grow beneath my shorts.

Bella let go a steady stream of translucent fluid that pooled on the ground. She used her other hand to part her lips as the arc gathered strength. I noticed small droplets of urine circle underneath towards her dirty hole before falling to the ground.

“Oh, yeah!” Bella moaned at the release, “Feels so fucking good.”

The stream ended unexpectedly like she turned off a tap. Bella flicked her clit several times before licking her fingers clean. Next, she whipped out a breast and began squeezing it sensuously.

“Did you like that?” She asked.

“I loved it.” I smiled.

Bella rose to her feet, put her boob away and straightened her skirt.

“Let’s go!” She said as we continued our journey.

Bella walked in front of me and continually raised the back of her skirt and flashed me her peachy butt.

“Spread those cheeks,” I ordered, hoping to see her wrinkled pucker, but Bella declined.

Graffiti covered the walls of the buildings we passed by, and the environment certainly fulfilled one of Bella goals of our playdate, being that it was sleazy and dirty; it was she who supplied the kinky dimension.

We turned into another street where there was a gated industrial plant that appeared devoid of life.

“I need a rest,” Sighed Bella as she walked through the open gates towards one of the buildings.

There, in the nook of an emergency exit door, Bella pulled out both breasts and began kneading the flesh while licking her nipples.

“Mm,” She sighed, over and over again, “My breasts are super sensitive today.”

Bella hitched up her dress again and placed a foot against the doorstop and began playing with her clit. She was hot to trot today, and her exhibitionist tendencies were a real surprise.

Seconds later, Bella dropped to her haunches again and leaned against the emergency exit door, seemingly lost in ecstasy while she played with her pussy.

Bella turned on her internal tap and poured out another stream of yellow gold, landing by my feet. She threw her head back in relief as her bladder emptied its contents. I was asked again if I enjoyed the show, and my response was unchanged. This time, I noticed that using her muscles to expel the piss resulted in her arsehole dilating.

“Oh, yeah,” She breathed each time her clit was stimulated.

Seemingly satisfied with her second puddle, Bella stood up and became acceptable again, ready for the third leg of our interrupted journey.

“Come on,” She ordered, brazenly walking back to the street after leaving another puddle of piss in a public place.

As we walked along this street to the next junction, Bella freed both boobs. We stopped at the corner so she could engage in another bout of public masturbation. Bella turned around and massaged her butt cheeks, occasionally flashing me glimpses of her chocolate starfish. In the fading sunlight, I noticed the wispy blonde hairs covered each fleshy cheeks.

“You like my arse?” Bella taunted.

“It’s perfect,” I said.

“You want to fuck it, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” I replied.

“You will,” She teased, “In time.”

Turning to face me, Bella continued playing with her clit before unleashing her third controlled stream of the afternoon, this time from the standing position. She had impressive control of her bladder, being able to turn it on and off at will.

Bella reached into her bag and retrieved a packet of hand tissues, intending to wipe herself, which seemed odd to me since she had not done this previously.

“Oh, let me do that,” I pleaded.

“Do what?” Asked Bella in surprise.

“Clean you up.”

Bella’s face displayed a mix of confusion and curiosity. It looked that, for all her interest in the yellow arts, certain aspects of it had not occurred to her. One of which was the act I was suggesting, cleaning up a pissy pussy with my tongue.

“Er, okay,” She stammered nervously, “If you want.”

I walked towards Bella and kissed her sensuously, which relaxed her somewhat before I dropped to my knees, and dived in.

The first taste of her urine-stained pussy was unbearable, almost disgusting. It was a primal urge that drove me on, forcing me to continue tonguing her pissy pussy. Slowly, her cunny’s flavour became musky as my tongue did a superior job of arousing Bella to higher heights of pleasure.

“Oh, yeah,” She moaned, “Right there.”

My tongue lapped harder and harder on Bella’s engorged clit, and I knew her orgasm was not far away.

“Oh….” Bella shuddered as an orgasm burst over her.

I rose to my feet and kissed Bella, forcing her pussy slime across her lips.

“Shall we go?” I asked, “We’re nearly there.”

We continued our journey to the final intersection that would bring us to the main street of Mount Lawley, where the adult shops were located. In the distance, I noticed a considerable increase in traffic and pedestrians. Opportunities for further public piss play were coming to an end.

Except for the phone booth.

Bella entered and pretended to make a call while playing with her breasts for my delectation. As before, she dropped to her haunches and unleashed another yellow stream at will which pooled on the pavement. When she turned off her bladder tap, Bella diddled her pussy for a few seconds before offering me her dirty fingers.

“Yes, please,” I said.

Bella stood up, and I took her proffered digits in my mouth.

“Do you like that?”

“Mm,” I lied, but I could not help myself from drinking her piss-tainted fingers.

“I had no idea how dirty you were,” Bella said, “Do you do this with Mandy?”

“Not yet,” I said.

“Do it with me first,” She said, shuddering.

“I’d like that,” I replied, happy to allow Bella to dictate how much experimenting takes place in the future.

Bella’s final public pee and play in the phone box brought us to the main street of Mount Lawley, where the adult stores were situated. We reached the first one, which Bella was not inclined to enter because the street front façade was not inviting in the slightest.

However, the shop opposite The Queen’s Hotel was far more respectable looking, at least from the street frontage, and it was a few hundred metres away. However, the foot traffic on this busy street prevented Bella from any more public acts of pissing and masturbation.

“Are you sure you want to go inside?” I asked Bella when we reached the entrance to the second adult store.

“Let’s go!” She replied a little apprehensively.

We walked in, and I was pleasantly surprised by the non-sleazy layout of the store. The décor was bright and welcoming, the store was split into clearly labelled sections for easy browsing, and there was an enormous selection of adult paraphernalia for every conceivable (legal) taste. The woman (of course) managing the store sung out a pleasant welcome as soon as she noticed us enter the premises. I confidently replied, but Bella stayed silent, frozen in fear in this strange new world of erotica.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Asked the sales manager, winding her way to us.

“Well?” I asked Bella, who turned bright red with embarrassment.

“Um,” She stammered after much prompting, “I want to look at a toy.”

The sales manager was clearly amused with Bella discomfort but employed a recognised tactic to relax the buyer.

“What sort of toy are you interested in?”

Bella retrieved her from the handbag, opened it and retrieved a historical webpage.

“Something like this,” She squeaked, eyes closed and looking away.

“Ah, yes,” Continued the sales manager in a soothing voice, “We stock a range of butt plugs, like the one you’re interested in.”

“You…you do?” Asked Bella, unfreezing a little.

“Yes, just over here.”

The sales manager, who was relatively attractive if you removed the pseudo-goth elements from her appearance. She was probably thirty years old, at most, well figured but with grubby tattoos up and down her arm.

“Is the plug for lady,” She asked, before turning to me, “Or the gentleman?”

Bella and the sales manager looked at me.

“I prefer the real deal, not anything fake,” I replied, going for a jocular response but not thinking through the implications.

“A man with an open mind,” The sales manager said with a genuine smile, “How refreshing.”

For the next twenty minutes, the sales manager baby-stepped Bella through the different types of toys and how best to experience anal sex. Zoning out, I browsed the video section, and examined the German filth the shop stocked, particularly anything by Harry S. Morgan or the Magma Label.

“I’ve decided to buy this one,” Bella interrupted my reverie, “What do you think?”

Handing me a small box, Bella decided to purchase a plug that resembled a flesh-coloured extended finger that was 8 CM long and 1.5 CM at its widest point.

“Yes, it looks like the one you chose from the Club X store.”

“The sales manager recommended it as a toy for a newbie,” Bella said, “What are you looking at?”

I handed Bella the empty box of a German video title.

“Seriously, a hand up the butt?”

“Something different,” I offered, baiting Bella.

“Come on, sex pervert.”

We took the toy to the counter, and Bella prepared to pay with her bank card.

“You know,” The sales manager said to Bella, after placing the receipt in the bag and handing it to Bella, “You’re rather cute.”

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