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Honeymoon Suite for Four (KOI 17)

December, 1974

Our Winter Solstice wedding went off without any embarrassing hitch. Becca’s cousin goosed me in the church lobby when nobody was looking, but it would still be some weeks before LuAnn would learn where to go from there.

The honeymoon was delayed for some days, until Danny and Candi could get back to Missouri from his internship. Then they would be stuck over for a few days until their basement apartment south of Columbia would come open, and Danny was eager to avoid staying with Candi’s family during the interim. Becca and I helped them out and in so doing, upgraded any honeymoon we might otherwise have been able to afford. We shared a suite with Dannycandi at Crown Center in KC.

After lunch the first afternoon, we piled into Danny’s ancient car to do the post-holiday sales in some of the couple’s old shopping haunts. Once inside the privacy of the auto, though, conversation turned intimate. We drove right out of Kansas City and halfway to Lawrence on frosty two-lane blacktop, and then we turned around and drove back downtown.

“California seems to have kind of opened you guys up,” I ventured, partway through the ride. We’d occasionally alluded to our separate adventures in our very occasional letters, but no one had been big on detail.

“Oh, yeah,” said now short-haired Candi, snuggling me in the back seat.

“But you know what started the change?” she stage-whispered, wide-eyed, at frontseat Becca and me. “BECCA’S WEASLE-RING!”

*****

The bed in Dannycandi’s room, bigger than king-sized, seemed designed for more than two people. And yes, Danny had opened up in the past couple of months. Candi, too. In fact, it was time for them to teach us something.

Teach Becca, anyway.

“Remember this?” said naked Candi, stretching her all California-brown body over me to rummage in the bag beside the bed. “Remember this?”

“Ohmigod,” exclaimed Becca from the other side of Dan. “Is that the vibrator I gave you in College Town?”

“You bet,” said Candi, her brown eyes focusing fondly on the simple device as she turned the switch “low.”

Danny switched off the teevee we’d been watching and settled back. Becca began scratching Dan’s balls, abstractedly.

“That guy and I had some good times together, before I gave him to you.”

“We’ve treated him okay.” Candi lay the hummer next to my own twitching twig, a bedsheet between the two phalli. There, the electric device seemed to automatically call up a response in me. Candi pulled the sheet down carefully, keeping the vibrator pressed to my groin, and curled down to slurp my dick into her juicy monkeymouth tuzla escort and begin to chug. I was barely able to notice Danny and my bride reaching over to embrace.

*****

“You ass-fuck all the time, now?” I whispered to Candi a half-night later. The city light was dim through the window. Danny was snoring. I didn’t want to wake Becca, who’d wound up pressed sweaty beside me. “I thought you’d said something, in the car.” (And I thought I had felt something, more looseness in the velvet around my ring finger, earlier that evening.)

“Yeah,” whispered Candi. “Danny, though, he has this thing about it.”

“But you like it?” I asked.

“Yeah,” said Candi, her voice rising above the whisper. “Who wouldn’t?”

Becky stirred in her sleep.

“I mean,” pouted the monkey girl in lower voice, “it’s not the same as real screwing, but I like it… like, really deep.” She shivered.

“You want to…?” Candi gave me that subnormal-eyed, sly smile of hers.

In deference to the sleepers, we’d moved to the farthest reaches of the bed. We’d spent some nice time applying the jelly deep into Candi, and then we’d rubbed me fully erect with some of the remaining lubricant. “Which way, huh?”

There were plenty of pillows. We went for heels-over-head.

“Oh, the ‘brator, the ‘brator,” whined Candi, before anything really began.

“Wha’?… Oh. Ohkay.”

I had the vibrator on but Candi snatched it as I kneeled between her spread legs. Almost greedily, she stuffed it into her sticky twat. After awhile it seemed to help further limber the greybrown sphincter puckering just below her girlslit.

“There, there,” puffed Candi as she jigged herself. I glanced to the other side of the big bed at newly awakened Becca. Still three-quarters asleep, Becca looked at me, like, “kids will be kids.”

A little giggle of the night’s earlier orgasms escaped Candi’s throat, and with a goofy smile she dropped the dildo over towards Becca. With luxurious clumsiness Candi slapped palms to round brown buttocks and spread her cheeks for me. I went over her slank body like a slow-mo matador, pressing with some effort into Candi’s narrow chute.

“Keewww!” cried Candi, signalling a little pain. Her channel seemed to curve, oddly. The girl was not too adept, and I was too fast. Without removing myself, I shifted, fitting myself to her body’s angle, since she didn’t seem to know quite how to work me.

Danny had started awake, but lay facing the other way. Becca had caught on to what we were up to, and was watching us without much expression.

“There,” I informed Candi. We’d worked to a smooth fit, but I wasn’t certain of the girl’s ability to realize tuzla escort bayan where she was.

“Okay, now,” and I began to pull back, Candi’s slank calves stroking my upper arms.

“Heyh,” puffed Candi through a tight smile, “heyeh, I’ve got it.”

“You got it, babe,” I assured her. Then I almost popped out by accident.

“Whaa…”

“Hold on, Rich.”

“Now. Now. Now! SQUEEEZE!”

Hoppity skip my heartbeat.

Eventually, the nice rectal mucus scent would brown the air. It was something I’d always liked to smell from sticky Candi, but I’d formerly just dipped my digit to raise the musk.

There was a sound of a mosquito buzzing.

Sleepy Becca was still watching us, sleepily moving her old vibrator, wet with Candi, in and out of herself.

*****

Next afternoon.

“Okay, Becca, it’s easier this way, to start. When you’re on top, there’s nothing can hurt you.”

Candi was clearly enjoying the role of teacher/attendant. I lay greased, shoulders leaning on the headboard, with a smooth kitchen-white sheath of Danny’s girdling my tired schlong. My cute, compact, athletic wife was on her knees on the hard bed, a serious look on her face.

“Lollypop did this sometimes and said she liked it,” Becca informed us. Lollypop was Becca’s old pet name for cousin Sherrie.

“Okay, now,” said Candi, sounding like a grammar school teacher. “Do you feel loose’n’greasy enough? Okay.”

Becca shimmied up my legs to position herself above my K-Y’d plastic shaft. She kicked her legs stiff to either side of my body, and she was leaning back on straightened arms. Her breasts jiggled on her brown torso.

“Mioux,” Becca smiled as Candi’s hand gingerly manipulated my dong, rubbing it just briefly into Becca’s lean slit majorum.

Then I could feel Becca’s slick warm cheeks around my knob. Candi’s monkey fingers pressed dully through the plastic of my sheath.

“Okay,” said Becky seriously. “I’m coming… down… now.”

Candi giggled.

Becca’s ass was not wholly unprepared for this event. Two-fingered butt-jigging in combination with regular fucking had been an almost nightly variation since the night of Dusky Rose. She enjoyed that hugely, and had let herself be more roughly used on a couple of drunken occasions. But now Becca was putting her whole, uh, heart to the technique, and she was feeling a little, uh, tight.

Becca’s virtually-virgin ass descended over my tube-reinforced erection, and Candi removed her hands from the assemblage, pressing her nudity against Becca’s body for support and encouragement.

Becca’s anus enveloped me, slowly and almost naturally.

“Hey!” said escort tuzla Becca in surprise. “Not bad this way… WOAH!”

There was a tight spot that must have missed the greasing. The bare tip of my erection was pressed a little over the rolled edge of the plastic support, and the friction of this new passage amplified the discomfort. Both Becca and I sucked air.

Then…

Hot heaven! Dick pushed entirely into Becca’s bootie, and my skinned root squeezed up from the supporting sheath, trying to fill Becca’s bowels.

Flushed and breathing hard, Becca asked for Candi’s support, and got it. Candi was hot, rubbing Becca and lightly kissing flushed neck, back, belly; lightly manipulating Becca’s breasts; lightly, for Candi hadn’t yet admitted to herself she could go over to girlsex…

It had grown too much for Danny, who’d been half-dressed and disinterested at the start of this experiment. Dan was naked, now, his nine pale inches ringless but fully distended.

Not without care, he peeled his excited wife from mine and, dogstyle, stuck it into Candi. Candi just took it on all fours and shook.

Becca’d moved to settle back on her haunches, arms poised to provide support as needed. I’d returned from heaven and was somehow daydreaming of being Danny inside of Candi, right next to us.

“Now, just rock,” I told Becca as the two others grunted. “Just get loose.”

“Weird. Like sexual shitting,” observed Becca coolly. She lifted herself a little up, then down my shaft, real tentatively. Candi was watching us and making with her soft orangutan bark at each of Danny’s humps. Becca shivered.

“There!” eventually growled Danny, coming violently into his tan, ginchy wife. He removed himself immediately, but Candi just jumped him onto the far side of the bed, wrestling wetly.

“Come over on top, I can take it.” Becca’s voice.

Becca removed me and rolled into a brown ball, open asshole gaping high above the bed. I got rid of the damn sheath, hawked and spat onto the sweaty length of my rod below my greasy bulb, pushed some of the pillows under Becca’s gleaming backside and popped into the tight, earthy chute once more.

“Haw!” gasplaughed Becca.

“It’s better this way! Oh, wow, it’s better! Don’t worry! Pump me!”

I pressed slowly through Becca’s loosening tube, then began to withdraw.

“Oh – ah!” Becca complained. Her chute suddenly contracted.

“Just squeeze,” I grunted. “On fucking, fucking, fucking purpose!” And Becca did, delivering a tight even pressure in a ring around my sex. I began to assume a s-l-o-w steady roll, back and forth through her ring, and Becca took up the wave with regular constrictions.

“Good butt,” I whispered at her.

“Please come, I love it,” whispered Becca.

So I did.

I’m not sure what Danny and Candi were trying to do over on the other side of the continent of bed.

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned.

*.*.*

Mrs. Duvalier was driving Mindy Campion crazy. The young woman was renting a room in the old woman’s home, one hundred a week. But Mrs. Duvalier had so many rules and regulations that it was nearly impossible to remember them all. The old woman complained bitterly about any derelictions, real or imagined.

The worst of the complaints was the woman’s constant sniping about Charlene’s crying and fussing.

“She a baby yeah, what you ‘spect her be doing?” Mindy snapped when the woman complained, again, about Charlene’s crying.

“I expect you to keep her quiet,” the woman fussed. “Especially when I’m trying to sleep.”

Mindy again asked her parents if she could move back home. And again they told her to keep herself and her ‘little n*gger brat’ away.

So, Mindy searched for ‘Rooms For Rent’ in the on-line newspaper of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. She used her cell phone; Mrs. Duvalier refused any usage of her antiquated computer without her hovering over.

‘Clean double wide trailer, must love children,’ Mindy read.

“Hey, calling ’bout that room for rent yeah,” Mindy said, keeping her voice low should Mrs. Duvalier be hovering nearby.

“No kidding? Man, just posted that,” the man’s voice chuckled.

“And that ‘must love children?’ That ain’t going be no problem; got me one my own,” Mindy said.

She knew she should be leery of moving into a trailer, with a man. But unless the man was an axe-murderer, he’d be a welcome change from the quite unfriendly and shrill and demanding Mrs. Duvalier.

“Be right there,” Mindy said as she checked that Charlene’s diaper was dry.

“Where you going?” Mrs. Duvalier snapped as Mindy carried infant and car seat past.

“Mrs. Duvalier, I’m renting me a room here,” Mindy said. “Ain’t paying you no hundred bucks a week have tell you everything, huh?”

“Keep it up with that attitude, young lady,” Mrs. Duvalier warned.

Mindy strapped the car seat/carrier in, gave her daughter a kiss, then scurried around to the driver’s side of the Kia. She was very careful to steer clear of Mrs. Duvalier’s car. The battered old car looked ready to quit at any moment. But Mrs. Duvalier was quick to point out what she perceived to be new scratches and dents in the rusted body.

In trailer Lot A, George Melancon smiled as yet another person called about the room for rent. This one had sounded like an immature young man. A simple declaration of ‘no drugs, no underage drinking, no more than three visitors at a time’ had discouraged the young man.

A female had asked if there were any females living in the trailer. When George had explained it was just him and his son, the woman abruptly ended the call.

A car crunched to a stop outside. George wondered if that was Mindy Campion; the woman had said she’d be right over. A moment later, a small knock sounded at the door.

“Hello,” George said, smiling. “That was quick yeah.”

Part of his smile was out of a genuine friendliness. The larger part of the smile was because he had to look down, really look down to see Mindy Campion. The stoop she stood on was four inches lower than the entrance to his trailer. At five feet, ten inches, George stood nearly two feet taller than the visitor.

“I called ’bout that room?” Mindy said in her small, squeaky voice.

“Yeah you did,” George agreed. “Come on in. Hi Sweetheart, hi, what’s your name?”

“Say I’m Charlene Michelle Campion,” Mindy told her daughter.

Charlene just smiled her toothless smile. George stepped aside so the two could enter. Then he allowed the heavy screen door to shut.

“Living room. Kitchen and dining room’s right there. Already got half the refrigerator and freezer set up for you,” George pointed out.

He fought hard against smirking. On even terrain, it was obvious that Mindy Campion was four foot five or four foot six. Dressed as she was in matching blouse and shorts, she looked like a little girl. Especially with her hair in a long brown ponytail.

“I can use stove and stuff?” Mindy asked.

“Well, yeah,” George said, finding the question to be an odd one.

“Place I’m staying now? She about lose her mind I use that stove,” Mindy answered.

“Oh. Washer and dryer right here, see?” George said, pulling on the bi-fold door. “Don’t know what you using, but my boy’s in cloth diapers. Wouldn’t believe how much I’m saving using them.”

“And I can use that?” Mindy asked, looking at the washing machine.

“Uh, yeah,” George said. “And down here’s the bedroom.”

“Man, this nice yeah,” Mindy said as she looked at the small bedroom.

There was a twin sized bed, a small chest of drawers and a low dresser. The bedside table had a simple brass lamp, which was on, casting a soft light around the room.

While Mindy was looking at the bedroom, George fielded yet another pendik escort call about the room for rent. Again, when he stressed ‘no drugs, no underage drinking, no large number of guests,’ the caller spat an ugly comment at George and hung up.

“And here’s the bathroom,” George said, pointing to the room across the hall.

“How much this is?” Mindy asked.

“Seventy five a week,” George said.

“I take it yeah,” Mindy said.

“Excuse me, Bobby’s up,” George said as they both heard a baby crying.

A moment later, George entered the living room, cradling a baby boy in his muscular arms. Mindy smiled widely as she watched the masculine, almost imposing looking man as he fussed over the child.

“How old he is?” she asked.

“Be eight months old tomorrow,” George smiled. “Didn’t ask, but how old’s Charlene?”

“Four months, two days,” Mindy said.

“Daddy in her life?” George asked.

“Much as he wanting be,” Mindy said, pretty face twisting in disgust. “Which ain’t none at all.”

“Same here. Momma comes over when she feels like it. And she knows. She even looks half-stoned? She ain’t about be coming in here,” George said.

“And thing of it is? First, he’s all saying ‘She black? Know she can’t be my kid, know what I’m saying?'” Mindy said. “Come find out? He’s got him a Daddy’s black.”

“I’m guessing he don’t look black,” George said. “Come on, let you look at the lease while I get Bobby’s bottle.”

Mindy watched as George put a measuring cup half filled with water into the microwave. He pulled a bottle of formula out of the refrigerator and dumped a tablespoon of rice cereal into the bottle, then shook it up. His last act was to drop the bottle into the now warmed water.

“Oh, that’s smart,” Mindy said.

“Yeah, got to kind of poke a bigger hole in the nipple, because of the cereal? So, got to make sure the water’s not taller than the bottle,” George said.

While she sat at the kitchen table, rocking the infant seat/ carrier with her foot, reading the lease agreement, George looked at Mindy. She was short, slender, with a narrow face. It was a pretty face, with lightly tanned skin, warm brown eyes, small nose, and pouting pink lips.

George fought down his smile. Mindy read the lease agreement, pretty lips moving as she read to herself.

George was horrible at judging bra sizes, but he could tell Mindy’s breasts were quite large for such a tiny figure. Her belly had very little of the paunch that carrying a baby would have surely put there. Her legs were shapely, lightly tanned.

“Where it say ‘overnight guests’ here?” Mindy said.

“We’re both adults,” George said. “I don’t expect you to live like a nun. But your boyfriend? Can’t be staying here every night when you the only one on the lease.”

“Clarence ain’t staying overnight no,” Mindy said forcefully.

“Doesn’t have to be Clarence,” George said. “S’pose you meet you someone nice?”

“Have be real nice after this,” Mindy said, indicating her daughter.

The bottle had been sitting in the hot water long enough. George held the bottle to his son’s lips. Bobby began sucking heartily. Mindy smiled.

“Man! He really going after that, huh?” she asked.

“Because it’s good stuff, huh boy?” George asked.

“How old you are?” Mindy asked.

“Me? Thirty three,” George said.

He was tall, well-muscled, which was quite obvious in the pull over shirt he was wearing. His hair was a thick, wavy brown. His face was broad, strong looking, with warm brown eyes, a large nose, and ready smile.

Mindy looked at the brown chest hairs escaping from his shirt neck opening and felt something between her legs she’d not felt in a while. Not since giving birth.

“About finished filling that out?” George asked as Mindy scribbled her signature on the application form.

“Uh huh,” Mindy said. “Now, when I can move in?”

“Need check it out first,” George said, face taking on a slightly hard cast.

He smiled gently. Then he shrugged and nodded with his head toward his son.

“Sorry. Don’t mean come off all mean and stuff, but got my boy need think about. You some kind of drug addict? Got crazy ex-boyfriend looking find your ass? I want know about it before I let you in my place,” George said.

“Oh. Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” Mindy agreed.

“I’ll call you, okay?” George said.

Two days later, Mindy gave Mrs. Duvallier her one week’s notice as stipulated in the woman’s lease. The woman immediately flew into a rage.

“Well, you’re not getting your deposit back, I can tell you that right now,” the woman snarled bitterly.

“Mrs. Duvalier, I ain’t done nothing not be getting my two fifty back,” Mindy protested.

“What about them scratches on my car when you was backing out?” the woman demanded.

“Scratches been there before I was even born,” Mindy declared.

Mindy took pictures with her cell phone. She recorded the condition of the bedroom. She recorded the condition of the bathroom. And she recorded the condition of the kitchen.

She escort pendik also took numerous pictures of Mrs. Duvalier’s 1983 Buick LeSabre. Nowhere in the lease did it say anything about the car, but Mindy wasn’t taking any chances.

George helped Mindy unload her car. He even carried the heavy boxes to her room. Then he had Brenda Broussard, the eighteen year old girl from Trailer Lot E come over to watch Bobby and Charlene.

George got into his truck and returned with Mindy to Mrs. Duvalier’s house to get the crib. Mrs. Duvalier tried to prevent Mindy from entering the house but the sight of George, muscles straining his tee shirt did silence the woman. Again, Mindy took pictures of bedroom and bathroom while George folded the crib.

“Mrs. Duvalier? Here’s your key, won’t be needing it no more,” Mindy said, putting the key onto the chest of drawers.

“Mr. George, how old she is?” Brenda asked George in a whisper as George gave the girl five bucks for her fourteen minutes of babysitting.

“She’s nineteen and a few months,” George chuckled. “Don’t look old enough, huh?”

Brenda didn’t answer, just looked at the diminutive woman again, then left the trailer.

“She’s a real good babysitter,” George told Mindy. “And any trouble? She got her daddy and two brothers right there.”

“Okay,” Mindy agreed as George set up the baby’s crib in Mindy’s room.

The next morning, Bobby woke George from a deep slumber. The man smiled at the infant, kissed him all over his face, then put a dry diaper onto him.

When George stepped out of his bedroom, he saw that they were not the only ones awake. Mindy was just taking a small bottle out of a bowl of hot water.

Her cheap polyester panties stretched tightly across a very shapely rear end. A goodly portion of her buttocks peeked out the bottom of her panties.

George felt his cock harden immediately, looking at the plump bottom. Then when she turned, he could see a dark triangle in the front of her panties. HE could also see a good portion of her belly as her tee shirt was too short to reach down to the waistband of the panties.

She smiled and whistled as she touched the hot glass of the bottle. He smiled as his eyes fixed on her large breasts in the snug tee shirt. He could see her large areolae through the thin material.

Her long brown hair hung loosely to her waist. George fought the smirk; Mindy had a bad case of bed hair. But, he was sure he had his own case of bed hair as well.

“Good morning,” she said, then scampered from the kitchen.

“Uh huh, good morning,” George agreed as he watched her beautiful breasts bobble in their snug confine.

“Aw yeah, boy, we got us a good one, huh?” George said as he heated up a bottle for his son.

He stirred in a tablespoon of the rice cereal. Bobby sucked greedily on the bottle, safe in his father’s arms. George found a jar of apple sauce and grabbed Bobby’s Mickey Mouse spoon.

“And, Mickey Mouse says it’s time to eat,” George said, putting his son into the high chair.

George fed the boy, then changed the child’s diaper again.

“Boy, must think diapers grow on trees, huh?” George teased.

“Tell me ’bout it, huh?” Mindy said as she carried Charlene into the kitchen.

George was pleased to see that Mindy had not changed out of her sleepwear. He looked at the dark patches that showed through her tee shirt, the dark triangle that showed through the panties.

“I remember bring my oatmeal?” she asked herself as she looked into the pantry.

“Got some instant,” George offered.

“Man, instant? Wouldn’t feed that my dog,” Mindy said.

“Didn’t know you had you a dog,” George teased. “Where he at?”

“Know what I mean,” she giggled.

Again, as Mindy looked around on her shelf, George admired the young woman’s pudgy buttocks. As she bent, more of her buttocks peeked out at him.

“Ah ha!” Mindy said.

George put Bobby into his playpen. Mindy tried to balance Charlene while she arranged her breakfast items on the counter.

“Can put her in here with Bobby,” George offered.

“I can? Thanks,” Mindy said.

When she bent nearly double over the short rail of the playpen, George watched her cute bottom.

“Damn, that ass is hot,” he blurted out.

Mindy froze for a millisecond. The words stirred something inside of her guts as they registered.

She’d just finished her time of the month yesterday. She was always easily aroused, excited just after completion of her period.

And she was attracted to her new landlord. Which was part of the reason she’d not changed out of her sleepwear of tee shirt and panties when she’d come out of her bedroom. Which was why, after feeding Charlene, after putting a fresh diaper on the infant, she’d not put on a robe, or a bra, or a pair of shorts to come out of her room a second time.

Mindy froze for a millisecond. Then she gave a little wiggle of her buttocks as she placed Charlene onto the blanket covered bottom of the playpen.

George wished he could take the words back the moment he blurted pendik escort bayan them out. Mindy had not even been here a full twenty four hours and already, he was making sexual comments to her. Mindy’s playful little wiggle of her buttocks relieved George’s worries.

Mindy straightened up. Then, in full view of George, she stuck a finger under the leg opening of her skimpy bikini panties and pulled them out of the crack of her ass.

“Thanks. But it’s too big,” she said lightly.

“Fixing make some coffee; want some?” George asked, hoping to change the subject.

“Man! Love coffee yeah,” Mindy agreed.

While Mindy used the microwave to make her bowl of far too sugary oatmeal, George quickly cooked himself a bacon and egg scramble. Mindy watched as he stirred in a heaping tablespoon of fiery salsa. Then he toasted two pieces of wheat bread.

“Figured out, need something can eat with one hand,” George explained as he fisted the breakfast sandwich. “What you take in your coffee?”

“So, what you do?” Mindy asked as they munched their breakfast.

“Delivery for St. Elizabeth’s Distillery,” George said. “Grateful for that; gives me weekends off.”

Mindy remembered her mother’s ranting and railing against a brewery being built in their community. She also remembered her father’s delight.

After the completion of the brewery and distillery, Tim Campion would ‘have a few’ which usually ended with him passed out on the couch. And Michelle Campion would scream and curse at Tim until Tim would wake up, come to. Then both would argue loudly until it was time to go to bed.

Mindy didn’t blame St. Elizabeth’s for that; this pattern of behavior had been going on long before the distillery opened.

Sitting at the small table, Mindy looked at the bulging, rippling muscles of her landlord and felt her nipples harden, her pussy moisten. George Malancon might be nearly twice her age, but George was a sexy man.

“And Wagon Wheel Day Care’s right down the road,” George said, trying, unsuccessfully not to stare at Mindy’s hard nipples.

“Well, soon as I can, going back to work for PC Nation,” Mindy said.

“Tell you what. Can take Charlene to Wagon Wheel Monday through Friday, pick them up if that makes going back easier,” George offered.

“How much that is?” Mindy asked.

“They’re pretty reasonable; one sixty a week,” George said.

“One sixty, and I’m paying seventy five here,” Mindy tried to do the math in her head.

“How much Clarence paying?” George asked.

“Him?” Mindy spat angrily. “He ain’t paying nothing.”

“Uh, bull shit too,” George said. “Boy’s that girl’s daddy? Needs be kicking in something.”

After breakfast, George said he could keep an eye on the sleeping Charlene while Mindy had a shower, got ready for the Sunday ahead.

“I mean, I’ve got nothing do until ten thirty anyway,” George offered.

“Why? What happening at ten thirty?” Mindy asked.

“The pre-game show starts,” George said. “I mean, I know, it’s only pre-season, but you know?”

“Oh. Football,” Mindy said, making a face.

“Yes, football. There’s a television set in your room,” George said.

In her room, Mindy went through her meager selection. She finally decided on a pair of shorts and a snug top. The khaki shorts had a cuff that had a bad habit of curling up, revealing her backside.

She didn’t dawdle long in the shower, not as long as she would like. At Mrs. Duvalier’s home, Mindy had taken to bringing Charlene into the bathroom with her. If she did not, Mrs. Duvalier would complain bitterly that Charlene had wailed nonstop the entire time Mindy had been in the shower.

Mrs. Duvalier also complained about how long Mindy took, even though Mindy would shower as quickly as she could.

But here, she could relax a little, take a little more time. So, Mindy did take the time to drag a razor over her legs. She didn’t tarry too long, though. She hurriedly rinsed off, then applied a light layer of lotion to her skin.

“She a good girl while I was gone?” Mindy asked as she scampered back to the living room.

“Didn’t make a peep,” George said.

Buttocks pointed right at George, Mindy bent over the playpen’s rail, checked on the sleeping girl. As expected, the cuffed hem of her shorts rolled up.

“Damn,” George muttered, feeling his cock swell to full hardness.

“Quit,” Mindy giggled, straightening up again.

Again, she dug her finger under the leg opening, pulled the material from her butt crack.

“It’s too big,” she said.

“You crazy too; ain’t too big,” George stated.

“You go on take you your shower now,” Mindy offered, plopping down on the couch.

Her eyes nearly goggled when George got to his feet. The front of his sweat pants was tented, and unless that was an optical illusion, he had to be twice the size of Clarence.

Clarence Guidry had grabbed his slender four inch cock, bragged to Mindy about how big his cock was. To prove his point, he had jammed himself into Mindy’s mouth, causing her to gag.

Clarence must have been big; he hurt Mindy quite a bit when he ruptured her hymen. Even though she had managed to coax a load of his semen with her mouth, Clarence was still quite quick to ejaculate into Mindy’s dry pussy.

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Yes she is!”

“Not really.”

“Oh come on! Are you blind? Look at her!”

“She’s okay. I just don’t think she’s that hot.”

“You’re fucking crazy! She’s gorgeous!”

The argument Kevin and I had been having throughout the entirety of the movie we had been watching was now reaching epic proportions as the alcohol we had been consuming was now starting to take effect. In fact, not one of the four people in the room that night was even paying attention to the television screen, as the evening had transformed from a simple ‘movie night’ to a beer filled discussion on women, sex and anything else we could think of. Our latest topic of interest was a debate on whether or not the lead actress in the movie was ‘hot’ or not, although I think our two girlfriends were significantly less interested in that particular discussion.

“Whatever man,” Kevin said with a dismissive wave of his hand and slumped back into the large armchair he was sitting in. His girlfriend Melanie, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him, let out brief laugh as she shook her head.

“I can’t believe you guys,” she said, leaning back against her boyfriend’s legs. “I don’t think you can agree on anything.”

“Well,” I sputtered, motioning to the screen. “Do you girls think she hot?”

My girlfriend, Carrie, wrinkled her cute little nose in contemplation before answering.

“Well….” she began, leaning forward on the couch. “I think she looks kind of…trashy.”

“Thank you,” I said with a contented smile, patting her on the knee. Mel?” Melanie stared at the screen for a moment before giving her answer.

“I think…..,”she began slowly. “Thaaaaattttt,” she continued. ” I Need another beer.”

With that she hopped up from the floor and headed for the kitchen. “Does anyone else want one?”

“I’d better not,” Kevin answered, shaking his head. “I have to get up really early for work tomorrow.”

Melanie shot him a disappointed scowl then turned to Carrie.

“No thanks,” Carrie said, fighting off a yawn. “If I have one more, I’ll probably pass out.”

“Wow,” Mel exclaimed. “You’re such a lightweight!”

“I know, I know.”

“Damon?” she asked, finally turning to me. “You’re not going to make me drink alone are you?”

I glanced over at my sleepy girlfriend, then back to Melanie as I pondered the decision.

“I’m in,” I stated, hopping up from my seat. “But I think I’ve had enough beer.

“Ooooh,” Mel answered, a look of excitement crossing her face. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, let’s just see,” I said, heading into the kitchen with Melanie.

“I think you still have some vodka in the freezer,” Carrie called to me from the living room.

“Perfect,” I said, making my way to the refrigerator. “If you can handle it.” Mel laughed and hopped up on the counter.

“Oh I can handle it!” she responded with a smile. “Although I am pretty buzzed already. It’s been a while since I’ve drank.”

I opened the freezer and pulled out the frosted bottle before holding it in the air triumphantly and presenting it to Melanie, who was reaching up behind her to retrieve a couple glasses from the cupboard. As she turned, I found myself staring at her body, unable to peel my eyes away. I had always found something enticing about Melanie, although I could never quite put my finger on it. She was attractive, but in a very non-conventional sense. She rarely wore anything other than a simple t-shirt, similar to the one she was currently wearing, and a pair of black, tight fitting yoga pants. Her hair was long and dark brown, always looking perfect although I had never seen her do anything to keep it that way. Her most distinguishing feature however, was her glasses. I had always found glasses on girls to be less than attractive on most cases, but there were a select few that could pull it off. Melanie was one of those select few. In fact her glasses not only looked good, but made her even more attractive. Needless to say, she had been the subject of numerous daytime fantasies that I could not easily dismiss. Something else I could not dismiss, however, was the feelings of guilt that accompanied those fantasies. Not only was she my girlfriend’s best friend, but she was currently dating my friend Kevin. Those two simple facts made my fantasizing seem so wrong, but also so much more exciting.

“Here you go,” Melanie said, handing me two glasses. “What are we going to mix with it?” “I was just going to mix mine with water,” I said simply, accepting the glass and setting it on the counter.

“Water?” she blurted out, a disappointed scowl on her face. “That sounds disgusting.”

“Hey,” I began, shrugging my shoulders. “Like I said…If you can’t handle it…”

Melanie laughed and hopped down off the counter.

“Okay,” she said. “Bring it on.”

I poured the vodka and filled the remainder with water before offering the glass to Melanie. She looked apprehensive as she took her first sip, but widened her eyes in surprise as she swallowed it down.

“It’s actually not bad,” she exclaimed, taking another drink.

I bursa escort poured some vodka into the other glass and walked back to the sink.

“So,” began, turning the tap on. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“What’s the deal with yoga pants?” I asked, turning my head as I filled the glass. “I mean…You wear them all the time, but I don’t think you ever do yoga.”

Melanie laughed and tossed her head back.

“They’re soooo comfortable,” she explained, before spinning around and arching her back in sexy pose. “Plus, they make my butt look really, really good!”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” I blurted out without thinking, instantly regretting what I had just said.

“Oooh, Damon!” she said flirtatiously, slapping me playfully across the shoulder. “You bad boy.”

With that, she laughed and turned to head back into the living room. I walked behind her unable to tear my eyes away from her ass as she walked. She was right. Those pants did make her but look good. Really good. The form-fitting material clung to her curvaceous cheeks emphasising every line on her perfectly, round ass. As I continued to study Melanie’s body I made notice of how much she contrasted with my own girlfriend. Carrie was very small and petite, standing at not much more than five feet. She was the epitome of the ‘cute little blonde girl’ that I was so often attracted to. Melanie, on the other hand, was significantly taller, with a more ample body. Her breasts were significantly larger, and her entire form seemed softer and rounder. The two friends contrasted in personality as well, with Carrie playing the part of the cautious, responsible one and Mel possessing a very care-free and easy-going attitude.

“We’re baaaack,” Mel shouted as she walked into the living room. “What did we miss?”

“Not much actually,” Carrie answered, sounding irritated. “Kevin paused it.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, walking in and sitting back down on the couch beside my girlfriend. “I don’t think any of us were really paying attention to the movie anyways.”

“Yeah, I know,” Kevin blurted out, sounding excited. “But I had to stop it here so you could see.”

I looked at the screen to see a paused image of the women we had previously been discussing, wearing a red bikini.

“Now look at that!” Kevin stated emphatically. “You have to admit she’s hot! Look at those fucking tits!”

I just shook my head and took another drink.

Carrie laughed and grabbed the remote from Kevin, starting the movie again.

“What’s so funny?” Melanie asked, sitting back down on the floor.

“Damon doesn’t like boobs,” she said with a giggle.

A confused look crossed Mel’s face as she turned towards me.

“You don’t like boobs? What kind of weirdo are you?”

“I like them, I like them,” I explained, smiling at the sudden turn in the conversation. “I just don’t think they’re the most important feature on a woman.”

“Oh no?” Mel pressed on. “What is?”

“Damon’s an ass man!” Kevin blurted out before I could answer.

Melanie cocked an eyebrow and cast me a surprised look.

“Oh really?”

“Really!” both Carrie and Kevin blurted out in unison, eliciting a giggle from everyone in the room.

I shot my girlfriend a warning glare as I sensed where the conversation was about to go.

“Didn’t you know?” Kevin continued. “I thought everyone knew about it.” “Know about what?” Mel asked again, her head turning back and forth from Kevin and I.

“Alright!” I interjected. “Time for a change in subject.”

“No, no, wait,” Mel said with growing curiosity. “I want to know. What’s this big secret?”

I dropped my head in my hands with ever increasing embarrassment. “Well, it’s not really a secret,” Kevin stated bluntly. “Damon likes….”

“Hey!” I shouted, cutting off my friend’s words. “I think that’s enough. Let’s get back to this movie.”

“No!” Mel said with a laugh, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie once again.”Not until you tell me!”

I gave Kevin a warning glare, but he just smiled and shook his head. “Damon likes to do girls in the ass,” he stated simply, causing everyone in the room to fall silent.

I shook my head, hoping that my inebriated friend would not disclose any more of my personal information to his girlfriend. Mel just sat there for a moment, before turning to look at me. She cocked her head forward and raised her brow as if asking for confirmation. I just shrugged my shoulders and sat back on the couch.

“Damon,” she said, smiling widely. “I had no idea!”

“And you!” she said with even greater surprise, turning to Carrie. “I really had no idea.”

Carrie’s eyes widened and her hands shot up in the air.

“Oh no,no,no,no,no,” she blurted, shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her. “Not with me! I would never do that! Not that he hasn’t tried though.”

Again I dropped my head into my hands in an attempt to conceal my embarrassment. It was bad enough to have Kevin running his mouth, but now my girlfriend was publicizing the private details bursa escort bayan of our love life. Kevin was laughing harder now, and soon was pressing Carrie for more juicy information.

“So why won’t you try it?” Melanie asked with growing interest.

Carrie shot me a quick glance before answering.

“Lots of reasons,” she answered cryptically. “But I will never, never, NEVER do it.”

The last ‘never’ had been directed at me, as Carrie locked eyes with me in a resolute stare. And she meant it. In fact, I had long since given up trying to convince her. I had long ago resigned to the fact that I would never be engaging in anal sex with my girlfriend.

“Have you ever tried it?” Mel asked Kevin, suddenly switching the focus of the conversation from me and Carrie.

“Fuck no!” he answered strongly. “I’m with Carrie on this one. Anal sex is just….wrong.”

He and my girlfriend shared a smile and touched their beer bottles together in a toast of agreement. Melanie looked over me as if studying my face. Her expression was not one of disgust or judgement, but more of interest and curiosity. I was beginning to wonder what Melanie’s thoughts on the subject were, but before I could put her in the spotlight, she hopped up to her feet.

“I have to use the bathroom, “she said, handing me her empty glass. “Feel free to make me another.”

As Carrie turned the movie back on, I got up and followed Mel out of the room. As she walked through the kitchen and into the hall, my gaze was once again fixed on her luscious ass, now fuelled by an alcohol-induced horniness. As my eyes remained on her enticing behind, she suddenly looked back over her shoulder. I quickly averted my stare, but it was too late. She had caught me. She flashed me a knowing smile and continued on her way.

I fixed two more drinks, and was about to head back into the living room, when Melanie entered the kitchen once again.

“H..here you go,” I stammered, now feeling extremely awkward at having been caught checking out her ass.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took the glass. If she had any of the same feeling of discomfort that I now had, she certainly didn’t show it.

“Oh, and by the way….” she began, taking a drink while looking at me over the edge of the glass. “I think it’s hot.”

“W..what’s hot?” I asked, still feeling awkward.

Melanie smiled and turned to walk back into the living room.

“You know, “she stated flatly as she walked away.

I just stood there thinking about what she had said and watching her as she left the room. I then took a deep breath, drank half my drink and joined the others.

About twenty minutes later the movie ended, although none of us really cared.

“What a bad movie,” Mel exclaimed, finishing off the last of her vodka. “Next time me and Carrie get to pick.”

Kevin yawned and stood up, stretching his arms out over his head. “Well, I should go,” he said, picking up his jacket. “Work is going to be hell tomorrow. “

“Awww, poor baby,” Melanie said, making an exaggerated pouty expression. Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Sure,” he responded, pulling his arms through the sleeves of his coat. “Are you going to sleep at my place tonight?”

“Nahhh,” she answered, shaking her head. “You need to get up early. I’m still wired, so I won’t be able to sleep for hours.”

Kevin nodded in agreement. He then kissed his girlfriend, said goodbye and left leaving the three of us sitting in the living room. We talked for a while but soon Carrie was starting to show overt signs of sleepiness and we decided to call it a night.

“Oh no!” Carrie said, dropping her face into her hand. “I left my backpack at your apartment! I need those books for class tomorrow!”

“Well, we can go to my place and sleep there,” I suggested.

“But I’m soooo tired,” she returned, her shoulder slumping down with exaggerated fatigue. “I really don’t want to walk all that way.”

“Well then just go to bed,” I said. “I can go get it. I’m not tired at all.”

“Are you sure?” she asked with concern.

“Yeah, no problem. I think I need to walk off the effects of that vodka anyways.”

“Thank you!” Carrie squealed, throwing her arms around me with affection. “And that’s good,” she continued, releasing me from her embrace. “Because Mel shouldn’t be walking home alone anyways.”

“Oh Carrie,” Melanie scoffed with a dismissive wave of her hand. “You worry too much.”

I couldn’t agree more, although I would never tell her to her face. Carrie had a tendency to worry a lot, and Mel and I often joked about it. In all reality though, it probably wouldn’t be the best idea in the world to have a young, attractive, intoxicated woman walking home in the middle of the night. And since Melanie and I lived in the same neighbourhood, it just made sense for us to walk together.

“Don’t be long,” Carrie said as we stepped out the door. “I’ll try to stay up and wait for you.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” I returned. “Just get some sleep. I’ll try not to wake you when I get back.”

She said escort bursa goodbye one last time before closing the door leaving Mel and I standing in the driveway.

“How’s that vodka treating you now?” I asked, as we started walking.

“I have to admit,” Melanie said with a smile. “I’m prrrreeetttyyyyy drunk.”

“Yeah, me too,” I laughed. “Way too drunk for a Thursday night anyways. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t bring the absinthe over.”

“You have absinthe?” Mel shouted with excitation. “I’ve always wanted to try that!”

I nodded.

“Let’s do a shot!”

“What?” I asked, with a puzzled expression. “Tonight?”

“Sure. Why not? One more drink won’t hurt.”

I pondered for a moment before answering.

“Sure. I guess we can do one.”

Mel looked as excited as a kid on Christmas morning, and I began to wonder if she had already had enough to drink. As we kept walking, I was finding it difficult to keep up with Melanie’s pace.

“Jesus, slow down!” I called as I found myself lagging behind her. “Why the hell do you walk so fast?”

Mel spun around and began walking backwards with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“What’s the matter?” she asked in a phony baby voice. “Can’t you keep up?”

I ignored her teasing comment and took a few quick steps to catch up. “I guess I shouldn’t walk in front of you anyways,” she commented, smiling. “I wouldn’t want you checking me out again. Since you’re all about ass!”

“I’m not ALL about ass,” I muttered, shaking my head. “And I was not checking you out.”

“Oh come on!” she said with determination. “Just admit it. You were checking out my ass.”

“Okay fine,” I blurted out in resignation. “I was checking out your ass.” Mel smiled, a look of smug satisfaction across her face as we continued on our journey, neither saying a word.

“So….” Melanie said, finally breaking the silence. “What do you think?” “About what?” I responded quizzically.

“My ass,” she reiterated. “What do you think?”

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as Mel put me on the spot with her awkward question.

“I don’t know,” I muttered, looking down in slight embarrassment.

“Come on!” she said, coming to a dead stop. “Since you’re such an ass connoisseur. Tell me.”

Melanie then turned around and arched her back, thrusting her ass out provocatively. I just laughed and continued on my way.

“Hey,” she shouted after me. “You’re really not going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

“You suck!” she stated flatly.

Mel soon caught up to me, but didn’t press the issue any further. The rest of the trip we remained silent, although I did catch her glancing over at me a few times. Five minutes later we reached my apartment building.

“Do you still want that shot?” I asked, fumbling with my keys.

“You’re damn right I do,” she answered convincingly.

I opened the door and Melanie rushed inside making for the stairs in front of me. As we ascended, I found myself again staring right into Mel’s perfectly round ass, the tightness of her pants clinging to every curve. I wondered if she was trying to tease me on purpose by walking up the stairs in front of me. By the time we got to my apartment, my dick was rock-hard, straining against the inside of my pants. I put the key in the lock and opened the door, letting Mel inside as I subtly adjusted my package to decrease the discomfort I was beginning to feel.

“Wow, your place is small,” she exclaimed as she stepped in and took a look around.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s a bachelor suite. I don’t really need a bigger place. And I don’t really want roommates.”

Mel nodded and walked over to my computer desk and sat down. “I guess this does the job.”

“Uh huh,” I responded only half-listening to what she was saying as I began to search through my cupboards for the bottle of absinthe. After a few minutes of futile searching, I finally found it situated at the back of one of the lowest cupboards.

“Here is it,” I said, climbing up from my hands and knees.

“Hey,” Mel called from the other side of the room. “Do you have any porn on here?”

I turned to see her on my computer, clicking through the various icons on my desktop.

“Hey get off there!” I scolded, rushing over with the bottle in my hand. But it was too late.

“Here we go,” Melanie said as her face lit up with excitement.

I reached over and tried to shut the computer off, but Mel rebuffed my attempts, pushing my hands away laughing.

“Just let me see!” she said, giggling as she opened the folder that contained my favourite porn movies. “Oh wow! You have a lot. Let’s see….Anal Cavity Search, Asshunt, Fuck Slaves?” she spouted off the various titles.

“Come on,” I pleaded. “Get off there.”

“Just go pour the drinks,” she suggested, pushing me away, her face now glued to the computer screen.

I accepted her request and headed back over to the kitchen area as Mel continued to peruse my porn collection. I retrieved two shot glasses and headed back over to the desk, setting both down as I started to open the bottle of absinthe. Melanie had a vacant, occupied look on her face as she stared, unfaltering, at the computer screen which was now displaying an image of a woman on her hands and knees getting fucked in the ass.

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I am 19 years old, and I love to fuck. My boyfriend Brad is almost 11 years older than me. Before I got with Brad I liked having sex, but now I can’t live without it. Brad is better than any guy I have ever been with it makes my pussy wet just thinking of all the things that he does to me. This story (like most of the other stories you will read from me) is true.

My boyfriend Brad and I had been dating for about two months, when I had my first anal experience, and I have been an anal whore since then.

When Brad called me that night I knew he had something in mind. He had that tone “master” of voice. He told me he was coming over right after work and I had better have everything ready.

That night when he got to my house I answered the door completely naked except the leather collar around my neck. He set down the bag he had brought, grabbed the leash and lead me to the bathroom where I had already drawn a hot bath; I washed his hair, and then the rest of him and dried him off. Back in the kitchen I served him dinner and then ate my own out of my doggie dish at his feet.

“Did you get the bed room set up?” He asked when he finished.

“Yes.” I said looking up at him.

In a flash he grabbed my leash and yanked me to my feet.

“Yes what?” he demanded.

“Master.” I cried as he flung me over his lap

“You insolent whore.” He yelled as he slapped my naked ass. “How many times do I have to tell you? It is always ‘Yes, master’, or ‘No, master’. Nothing more and nothing less.” He brought his hand down again, and again.

I was starting to cry. “Yes master, forgive me.” I sobbed.

His hand stopped in mid air and he jerked me upright. His eyes where flashing with anger.

“What did you just say?”

“Yes master.”

“No you didn’t.”

I replayed what I had just said in my mind and then it dawn on me. “Yes, master” or “No, master”. That was all I was allowed to say unless he said other wise. He saw by my face that I had just realized my mistake.

“Didn’t I just say that all you could say was ‘Yes, master’, or ‘No, master’? He asked.

“Yes, master.”

“And did you say “Yes master, forgive me’?

“Yes, master.”

“And now you need to be severely punished, don’t you?”

“Yes, master.” bursa escort I admitted.

He grabbed my leash in one hand the bag that he had brought with him in the other. He led me to the bedroom.

“Undress me.,” he commanded.

“Yes, master.” I said. As I took off his clothes

I caught a glimpse of us in one of the floor to ceiling mirrors. My long black hair disheveled, my nipples stiff with anticipation, and my ass pink from the spanking.

My bed is taller than most and it’s just the right height for me to have my feet on the floor and still be bent over. Brad bent me over the bed and tied my hands behind my back.

“I picked a few things up for you, I knew that I would need them sooner or later. Would you like to see it?”

“Yes, master.”

I heard him rummage through the bag and then he held something in front of my face. It was a paddle, and on it in big block letter where the words Bad Girl. My heart sank. Since I got with Brad he has spanked me with lots of things. My favorite by far is the whip; my least favorite is the paddle. I could tell that this paddle, with its inset letting was going to sting and it was designed to leave an impression on my skin.

“I had this made especially for you Nicole.” He whispered in my ear. “You are a bad girl who can’t remember how to answer her master properly. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, master.”

“Now because I have had to remind you twice tonight I think you need 20 strokes on the ass and 10 strokes on the tits.”

“Yes, master.”

I planted my feet and he began to paddle. Brad put his hand on the small of my back and held me down. I was right, this paddle was far worse then the other, and Brad was hitting the same spot over and over. After the fifth stoke I began to cry again and by the time he was done with my ass I bawling. I could feel the welts and my ass felt like it had been dripped in lava.

“Look at your ass.” he ordered me.

“Yes, master.” I sobbed and turned to look in the mirror behind me. My ass was the brightest shade of pink I had ever seen it. The words Bad Girl where spelled out in welts. Brad grabbed my hip and flipped me over.

“Now it is time to do those tits.” he said, and brought the paddle down right across the nipples. I howled as bursa escort bayan he hit them again and again, counting off the strokes as he went. He fingered my pussy for a minute.

“Fucking slut,” he said. “You like being punished don’t you?”

“Yes, master.” I moaned

“Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes, master.” I moaned and sobbed.

“Maybe latter. I have something else in mind.”

He grabbed my leash and pulled me to the floor.

“Kneel and I want to see you ass on your heels, you fucking slut.” he ordered and smacked my throbbing tit.

“Yes, master.” I said as I lowered myself down in front of his hard 9-inch cock.

“Do you want to suck my dick?” He asked

“Yes, master.”

“Then what I you waiting for bitch?”

I lick up the shaft to the head and then began stuffed it into my mouth.

” Oh yeah bitch suck It.” he moaned.

“I love and good cock sucker, but I love and good throat fuck more. He said and grabbed the back off my head and forced down the length of his shaft so my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I gagged.

“Yeah bitch choke on it.”

Over and over he forced my head down on his cock. My jaw ached and I was sobbing and chocking. I knew he was about to cum and I was didn’t know how I was going to sallow it all when I couldn’t breath. He took his cock out of my mouth right before he came.

“Don’t think I am going to let you of that easy.,” he gasped.

Then the bent me back over the bed and tied my legs to the legs of the bed. My legs where as far apart as they could possibly be and still have my feet planted on the floor.

“Now for the real fun.” he said putting my blindfold on me.

I heard him go through the bag again but I couldn’t see what he pulled out. I felt something cold against my ass hole, I realized that it was lube and whimpered.

“Shut up bitch,” he growled. I have been waiting two months to fuck that tight little ass of yours and tonight I am going to do it.”

“No, master.” I begged.

“Trust me a dirty little whore like you will love it.”

I felt something slide smoothly up my ass, and whimpered again. It felt as big around as a bat.

“It’s just my finger relax. Here this will help,” he said as he slid escort bursa his cock, into my wet pussy.

His cock felt so god in my cunt that I moaned. He fucked me slowly at first. As he pulled his cock out his slid his finger deep in my ass, and then he pulled his finger out of my ass as he slid his cock back in my cunt. Back and forth getting faster all the time.

It was incredible, I was moaning and writhing as he fucked my holes. He was fucking me hard now and just as I came he slid another finger up my ass. I came so hard I thought I would pass out.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked

“Yes, master.” I panted.

“I knew you would you dirty whore.”

He pulled his cock out and started to ram his fingers in my ass.

I bucked and moaned and when he stuck a third finger in my ass I came again.

“You fifthly anal whore I know what you need.” He took his fingers out of my ass and I moaned.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass hole?

“Yes Master.” I begged.

He spanked my ass with his hand, and I began to cry. He laughed and then in a single move his massive cock was up my ass. I gasped his the force of his thrust and the sudden fullness.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked as he pounded my ass.

“Yes master.”

“Do you like it?” he demanded as he fucked me harder.

“Yes master.” I screamed.

“Here you go you anal whore. Take all of it up your ass.” He grabbed my and drove his cock up my ass.

“Look at what a slut you are.” he said as he took off my blindfold. I saw myself in the mirror on the far wall.

Brad rammed his cock in my ass harder and pinched my sore nipples. My ass stung every time he thrust his cock in me.

“I knew that you were an natural anal slut from the moment I saw you,” he moaned. “I love fucking your ass. Tell my how much you love it.”

“I love being your anal whore,” I panted “I love being your dirty little slut, master.” I was about to cum again.

Just then he came in my ass, and the force of it triggered my orgasm. He collapsed on to of me. My ass burned where he spanked me and my tits throbbed against the bed. Finally he got up and untied my hands and feet.

I looked in the mirror and I was a mess. My tits and ass pink and branded with Bad Girl across them, my hair everywhere, my face puffy and tear stained and my ass hole leaking cum.

Brad looked at me and smiled.

“You’re the best slut I ever fucked.” he said. “Now go clean yourself up you stupid whore.”

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Sie stellt mein Leben auf den Kopf!Die The****utin stellt sich vor und er ist begeistert! Aus dem gleichnamigen Buch „Sie stellt mein Leben auf den Kopf!“ wie immer bei Amazon. Ein Vater wird von seinen Ängsten geheilt und …. Lest selbst. Hier jedenfalls kommt die neue The****utin und stellt sich vor. Ich würde bei ihr sofort eine Therapie machen.„Hallo, och hätte ich gewusst, dass es hier einen Pool gibt, wäre ich schon eher gekommen. Ist der Herr des Hauses auch irgendwo?“ Auf mich kam eine Blondine zu und ich erkannte sofort, dass es diese Anje ist. Sie hält mir ihre Hand entgegen und lächelt mich an. „Quatsch, ich weis doch das du hier der Chef bist. Ich bin Anje. Peter hat gesagt ich soll vorbeikommen, du bräuchtest den Rat einer Frau. Wo ist der eigentlich?“ Suchend sieht sie sich um und so habe ich Zeit sie in Ruhe anzuschauen. Was ein leckeres Mädchen, ist mein erster Gedanke. Nicht das sie besonders sexy gekleidet wäre, nein das konnte man nicht sagen. Sie hatte eine schöne Bluse mit Rüschen an und um ihre Hüfte trug sie ein Tuch, was sie zu einem Rock gebunden hatte und fast bis zum Boden reichte. Es war sogar Blickdicht und versteckte ihre, bestimmt endlos, langen Beine. Ihre langen Haare, die bis zum Po reichten, waren gelockt und offen. Was mir auch gefiel, ist das sie nicht oder zu mindestens wenig geschminkt war. Hatte sie auch nicht nötig, sie war auch so ein Erlebnis für die Augen. Ihr Gesicht strahlte eine Zufriedenheit aus, wie sie bei den wenigsten zu sehen ist. Sie war mit sich und der Welt im reinen und genau das strahlte sie auch aus. „Peter ist im Haus und bereitet alles für das Essen vor.“ Sage ich nur und kann meinen Blick nicht von ihre lassen.„Wird heut doch nicht gegrillt?“ Fragend sieht sie mich an.„Doch, eigentlich war es so gedacht. Ich habe extra den Grill angemacht.“ Sage ich und schaue zum Grill.„Na, aber nicht besonders gut würde ich mal sagen. Ich kümmere mich mal um den Grill, sonst bleibt die Küche heut kalt. Kann ich mein Zeug da auf die Terrasse stellen.“ Sie dreht sich um und geht wieder in Richtung Terrasse. Ich bekomme dadurch ihren Arsch zu sehen und was ich sehen kann, muss der Hammer sein. Wackelt die jetzt absichtlich mit dem Arsch oder täusche ich mich? „Schön den Pool sauber mache, ich will vielleicht noch da rein!“ Sagt sie und schaut mich über die Schultern grinsend an. Die Vorstellung das sie nachher in meinen Pool springt, lässt mein Herz einen Hüpfer machen. Das muss ein geiler Anblick sein, meine Gedanken schweifen ab. „Jetzt! Pool sauber machen!“Wie unter Zwang, fische ich weiter die wenigen Blätter aus dem Pool. Sie kümmert sich um meinen Grill und mir wird klar, dass mit meinem Feuer wohl nicht viel los war. Sie hat sich eine Zeitung besorgt und fächelt damit Luft auf das Feuer. Nach wenigen Minuten ist sie wohl zufrieden und schaut begeistert auf den Grill. Sie scheint sich sicher zu sein, dass sie mehr Erfolg hat wie ich und kommt wieder zu mir. Am Pool Rand bleibt sie stehen und schaut sehnsüchtig auf das Wasser.„Ich bin ja hier als The****utin eingeladen und so. Dürfte ich trotzdem, eine Runde im Pool drehen, bevor wir essen? Es ist so unverschämt heiß heute.“ Sie sieht mich bursa escort fragend an.„Ich habe mir sagen lassen, dass du… oh Entschuldigung! Das Sie, Germanistik studieren, was bitte macht dich damit zu einer The****utin?“ Ich schau sie an und grinse dabei.„Ach, das ist doch Schnee von gestern! Ich habe für mich die Psychologie entdeckt und bin schon im ersten Semester. Ich muss es nur noch meinen werten Eltern mitteilen. Die haben sich bestimmt schon gefreut, dass ich es bald geschafft habe mit dem Studieren. Danach soll ich eigentlich, bei denen in der Firma einsteigen.“ Sie sagt das mit einem Lächeln, was mir das Blut in Wallung bringt.„Was ist bei der Vorstellung in die Firma einzusteigen so schlimm? Das wollen doch alle Eltern so. Ich meine, das Unternehmen sollte doch in der Familie bleiben, was ist daran falsch?“ Ich wollte ja auch, dass Nicole mich einmal beerbt. „Wir reden nicht wie bei dir von Autohäusern! Ach, das Du wäre mir lieber, ich komme mir sonst so alt vor. Bei meiner Familie reden wir über Schrauben und Nieten. Gibt es etwas Langweiligeres, als das? Die Firma ist seit Generationen immer an den Erstgeborenen gegangen und eine Laune der Natur hat mich dazu bestimmt. Mein Vater hat drei Kinder und was macht er, alles Mädchen! Hätte der nicht einen Jungen machen können? Ich würde alles für einen Bruder geben, der mir die Firma abnehmen könnte. Autohäuser, das wäre es! Immer das neuste Auto fahren und an den Dingern rumschrauben, könnte ich mir vorstellen. Aber Schrauben verkaufen und Nieten vermarkten ist so uncool! Aber wir kommen vom Thema ab, darf ich nun reinspringen oder nicht?“ Sie sieht mich mit einem Dackelblick an, der es Männern grundsätzlich verbietet, nein zu sagen. Da ich diesen Blick auch nicht widerstehen kann, nicke ich nur. „Klasse! Ich werde auch nachher eine strenge The****utin sein, versprochen!“ Was ich darunter zu verstehen habe weiss ich nicht, aber irgendwie freue ich mich auf das was da noch kommt. Was jetzt kommt lässt mich innehalten und ich sehe mir mit großen Augen an, wie sie sich auszieht. Die Bluse ist schnell aufgeknöpft und hervor kommen zwei Brüste, in C-Körbchen Größe. Die werden gehalten von einen Bikinioberteil, was sie auch hätte weglassen können. Ihr Tuch wickelt sie sorgfältig ab und ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob sie mich dadurch reizen will oder es immer so macht. Bei der letzten Stoffbahn dreht sie mir den Rücken zu und so sehe ich als erstes diesen geilen Arsch. Mir entfährt ein Seufzer, bei diesem Anblick. Der Blick auf den Arsch wird nur durch ein dünnes Bändchen gestört, was aber in ihren schönen Arschbacken verschwindet. Es gibt nur weniges was mich bei einer Frau anmacht, aber dieser Arsch hat seinen Zweck erfüllt. Sie legt alles zusammen in den Rasen und dreht sich zu mir um.„Alles gut bei dir? Du schaust aus, als ob du ein Gespenst gesehen hast.“ Sie fragt das und macht nicht mal ansatzweise Anstalten irgendetwas von ihrem Traumkörper zu verstecken. Vor mir steht der Traum, vieler meiner schlaflosen Nächte. „Ich bin mir sicher, dass du als The****utin großen Erfolg hast, falls du deine Kunden so begrüßt. Dafür würde ich sogar Geld ausgeben und das, wo ich von diesen Seelenklempnern bursa escort bayan nicht viel halte. Du weißt aber schon, dass du einen traumhaften Körper hast.“ Ich stehe da, wie so ein notgeiler alter Sack und starre sie an. Ich muss Peter sagen, dass ich auf alle Fälle mit zu der Veranstaltung gehe. Sie als Begleitung, an meiner Seite, wäre ja der Wahnsinn.„Danke für das Kompliment. Schön, dass du mit deiner The****utin zufrieden bist, wobei mein Aussehen, mit meiner Tätigkeit als The****utin, recht wenig zu tun hat. Als Frau höre ich das aber sehr gern.“ Sagt sie und dreht sich im Kreis. Ich schrecke aus meinen Gedanken auf und schaue wie ein ertappter Teenager auf die Wasseroberfläche. „Na jetzt aber nicht rot werden, aus dem Alter sind wir doch raus. Ich ziehe ein paar Bahnen und danach, dürfte die Glut soweit sein das wir grillen können.“ Mit den Worten springt sie in den Pool und schwimmt los. Ich beobachte sie und fische weiter Blätter aus dem Pool. Als sie anfängt in Rückenlage zu schwimmen, kommen ihre schönen Titten zur Geltung.„Mein lieber Freund, du hast ja tatsächlich den Grill anbekommen. Dann kann ja deine The****utin kommen.“ Hör ich Peter sagen. Ich zeige mit dem Kopf in Richtung Pool. „Oh sie ist schon da!“ Jetzt ist er nah genug dran und kann sie im Pool schwimmen sehen. Auch er schaut mit leuchtenden Augen auf sie. Sie bekommt es nicht mit und schwimmt einfach weiter. „Ich glaube, bei unserer Anje, brauche ich auch mal eine Therapie. Es sind übrigens keine Blätter mehr im Pool.“ Ein breites Grinsen auf seinem Gesicht, wird noch etwas breiter und ich ziehe den Kescher zurück, aus dem Wasser. Beide stehen wir am Poolrand und schauen ihr zu. „Was ein Anblick.“ Sagt er, zu mir.„Was ein Weib.“ Sage ich und wir nicken beide zustimmend.Sie schwimmt an den Rand und klettert aus dem Wasser. „Ach, da bist du ja. Ich habe den Grill angemacht und eigentlich könnten wir jetzt essen. Natürlich nur, falls ihr beiden euch satt gesehen habt! Übrigens, höfflich ist anders, einem jungen Mädchen so auf die Titten zu starren!“ Das sagt sie, aber mit einem Lächeln und gibt zu verstehen, dass sie es eher lustig findet, wie wir sie mit unseren Blicken verfolgen.„Du weißt genau, welche Wirkung du, auf so einfach gestrickte Männer wie uns, hast. Ich kenne dich ja schon länger, aber bin immer noch von dir fasziniert.“ Sagt Peter und begrüßt sie mit Küsschen, rechts und links auf die Wange.„Ich weis und Jana auch, da habt ihr was gemeinsam.“ Die beiden lachen und ich stelle mir die Kleine mit Jana zusammen vor. Was muss das geil anzusehen sein. Sie zieht ganz selbstverständlich ihren Bikini aus und wickelt sich das Tuch, was vorhin noch ihr Rock war, um den Körper. Jetzt ging ihr das Teil nur noch bis knapp über ihren Arsch. „Wie geht es denn Jana? Kommt die auch zu unserem Grillfest?“„Wir machen ein Grillfest? Ich dachte du bist als The****utin hier.“ Sage ich verblüfft und schau Peter an. „Soll wohl eine Gruppentherapie werden?“ Der weis sofort was ich unter Gruppentherapie mit ihr verstehe und schaut verlegen in eine andere Richtung.„Ach ja, ich bin ja wegen einer Therapie hier! Upps, habe ich fast vergessen, so wie ihr zwei escort bursa geschaut habt. Zuerst wird aber gegessen.“ Sagt sie und hackt sich bei uns beiden unter. Wir gehen gemeinsam zur Terrasse und ich fange an zu grillen. Anje sitzt am Tisch und Peter schleppt, die von uns gekauften, Salate aus der Küche ran. Zehn Minuten später sitzen wir alle drei am Tisch und genießen das Essen. Ich liebe diese Art zu essen und nicht diese fünf Sterne Küche. Hier sehe ich was auf dem Teller liegt und muss es nicht suchen, wie bei der fünf Sterneküche. Ein großes Steak und etwas Salat dazu und ich bin glücklich. Dagegen bin ich meist nach 8 Gängen in den Luxustempeln erst angefüttert. Zu meiner Überraschung futtert Anje auch eine große Portion, in sich rein und ich frage mich wo sie das hin futtert. Bei mir wird sich das Ganze auf den Rippen absetzen und ich muss wieder Sport machen, um es da weg zu bekommen. Der Wein dazu ist süß, süffig und rot und wird von uns mit Begeisterung getrunken. Ich persönlich halte nichts von diesem trockenen Zeug und sollte ich so was mal geschenkt bekommen, gebe ich den sofort weiter. Mein Werkstattmeister freut sich jedes Mal darüber und ist ein dankbarer Abnehmer. Nach dem Essen sitzen wir erstmal nur faul rum und rauchen eine Zigarette, auch was, das ich nicht mehr nach einem guten Essen im Restaurant machen kann. „Wir wollten doch eine Therapie machen? Soll Peter dabeibleiben oder ziehen wir uns zurück?“ Fragend sieht sie mich an.„Keine Ahnung, brauchen wir eine Coach oder wie muss ich mir das vorstellen?“ Gebe ich zurück und lächle sie an.„Eigentlich wäre es mir lieber, wir setzen uns dort hinten ins Gras und reden da. Peter kann ja hier aufräumen und danach machen wozu er Lust hat. Ich meine natürlich, ohne uns!“ Sie sieht ihn an und grinst dabei frech.„Kein Problem, ich kümmere mich um alles und ihr könnt in Ruhe quatschen. Solltet ihr mich brauchen, ruft einfach nach mir und euer Diener wird erscheinen.“ Macht der sich über uns lustig oder denkt er, wir werden gleich wie verrückt da drüben vögeln. „Wir nehmen aber noch eine Flasche von diesem leckeren Wein mit. Wo habt ihr den her? Der kostet bestimmt mehr, als ich kleine Studentin mir leisten kann.“ Gezielt greift sie nach der Flasche.„3,99 die Flasche und die gibt es bei … (keine Werbung). Ich habe noch sieben Flaschen und da er dir so gut schmeckt, kannst du dir gern eine Flasche mitnehmen. Du willst dich also unter den Baum setzten und mit mir reden. Gern, ich bin dabei.“ Sage ich und stehe auf.„Reden? Ach so ja, das auch.“ Sagt sie und wir gehen zu meiner Therapiesitzung, mitten im Garten. „Ich finde die Therapie, mit dem auf der Couch liegen, eher doof und bevorzuge freiere Varianten und Orte. Gut das du so einen schönen großen Garten hast. Die Verbindung mit der Natur macht es einfach, sich auf den anderen einzulassen.“ Mit dir würde ich mich auf einiges einlassen, denke ich und denke an alles nur nicht an eine Therapie. Am Baum angekommen, stellt sie den Wein auf den Boden und schaut mich an. „Ich würde vorschlagen, dass wir uns beide ausziehen und dann hier hinsetzen.“„Ich glaube, dass willst du nicht! Deine, sagen wir mal Ausstrahlung, würde bei mir doch gewisse Reaktionen hervorrufen. Ich könnte meine Begeisterung, an meiner The****utin, durch spontanes erheben meines Penis zum Ausdruck bringen.“ Ich hätte auch sagen können, ich bekomme einen Steifen, aber ich bin ja gut erzogen.

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I had always been an advocate of the self testicular exam that is recommended for guys. It’s easy and something that could prevent a big problem later on. I usually do mine while showering in the morning. Basically, you just feel the surface of the testicle through your scrotum and check for any abnormalities or lumps, much like a breast exam for women, sans the nipples and breasts.

I had been a bit lax in doing this little chore until one Monday morning as I was preparing for work. It the shower, I had just soaped up my cock and, big surprise I got hard. Truth is, I was stroking in the shower so the erection was no accident. I was enjoying feeling the water run over my body and drip down my crotch, the warm rivulets running over my balls. As my cock became more and more engorged, I move one hand under my scrotum and began kneading my balls. About the time I felt the stirring of an orgasm rushing up through my body I tugged hard on my ball sack. That was enough to send me over the edge and a steam of hot cum shot from my cock onto the tile of the shower.

I massaged my throbbing balls as the last of my cum pumped out and that’s when I felt it. It’s not what I expected when having a nice sensual stroke in the shower, fining a small firm lump below my right nut. Catching my breath I rinsed off the cum that had dripped down my dick and stepped out of the shower. Hastily drying myself off, I reached down again and tried to find the lump. It only took a few seconds and there it was. It certainly didn’t feel right, though it was not painful at all.

Nervously, I finished dressing and headed to my office. It was too early to call my doctor, but I programmed my phone to remind me at 9:00 sharp! By the time I had reached my desk I was caught in a spin of “what ifs” and had already planned out my donations to the Lance Armstrong foundation in my will.

By 9:00am, after two cups of coffee, I was shaking both from caffeine and nerves.

I punched speed dial for my doctor and waited through the phone tree. Nothing says “we value you as a patient” like a phone tree! When I finally found the right extension for appointments I got a real person. Barbara was the office administrator and she just happened to be answering the phone while the reception guy Jim, had not yet arrived.

She listened as I hesitantly described what I thought I had found.

“The doctors is full up today but his PA can see you at 3:00.”

I agreed and relaxed for a bit knowing I had done all I could for the moment.

By the time 3:00 came around I was sweating. I arrived at the office 30 minutes early and cooled my heels in the waiting room playing silly games on my phone. I had almost forgotten my fear when the door to the waiting room opened and Jim leaned in.

“Kurt, you’re next.”

Jim was not being cavalier, he and I had known each other for years and it was always comforting to see his bearded face behind the reception desk window.

I followed him to the hallway and was deposited in an exam room after having my blood pressure taken. It was high.

Weighed. I was a little heavier than my preview visit, but still not in bad shape for someone 40 years old.

Sitting on paper covered table I once again lost myself in a barrage of tiny birds flying kamikaze style into ruthless piggies. The silly game did the trick, I had once again forgotten my fears about the dreaded lump.

“So Kurt,” the strikingly beautiful woman said as she entered the room. “I’m Amanda, Dr. Barron’s PA. So what seems to be the problem?”

I wasn’t expecting a woman , much less one so attractive as Amanda. My tongue was tied as I blurted out, “lump.”

“Lump?”

She looked at me waiting further clarification, she motioned with her pen as though prompting a performer on stage to get on wit it.

“It’s on me,” I stammered. Then looked down toward my crotch.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed bahis firmaları Kurt, where is it?”

I took a deep breath and then answered in as plain and clear a voice as I could muster, “on my testicle.”

She made a note on the tablet computer she carried and then turned to the sink to wash her hands. “We’ll, let’s take a look at it and see what is going on. Go ahead and drop your jeans and underwear for me.”

I nodded and unbuckled my jeans. Sliding them down legs they stuck on my boots. I struggled to pull them over the boots with little luck.

“You better remove those boots as well,” she chuckled, “it will be easier.”

That broke the ice and after I laughed at my own fumbling I managed to get my boots off as well as my jeans.

“Underwear, too,” she nodded as she slipped on a pair of blue exam gloves.

I sheepishly removed my briefs and stood before her naked from the waist down as she slid forward on a low rolling stool.

“Which testicle is it?”

“The right one, at least the one on my right, your left.” I was fumbling for words again.

She reached out and gently felt the skin of my scrotum. As she did, I felt the blood begin to pump into my flaccid cock. As she rolled the testicle around in her fingers my dick had a mind of its own and began inflating slowly.

“I think I feel something here on the underside.”

Her fingers were gently massaging my ball as she felt below my scrotum. This was not helping my condition, and I turned away so as not to have the additional stimulation of watching a beautiful woman feel my balls.

Without a second thought, she moved my gradually lengthening penis out of the way and rubbed over the spot where the lump was.

“Is that where you felt it?”

I glanced down and nodded. “Yes, do you think it is anything serious?”

“We’ll, I think you should have a sonogram just to see what it is.”

I had never had one before, so that mixed with the anxiety over a diagnosis made short work of my hard on.

“You can get dressed again,” she replied, “while I schedule an appointment for you.”

I was quickly dressing, still blushing from humiliation of my uncontrolled cock.

“If I can get you in, can you go this afternoon?”

I was zipping my fly and looked up. “That serious?”

“Not really, but I figure the soon we find out the better off you will be.”

I nodded in agreement and slipped on my boots.

She looked me in the eye and smiled as she spoke, “and don’t feel strange about getting an erection during the exam. It happens all the time.”

In a few minutes I had finished up at the doctors office and was on my way to the diagnostic wing of the nearby hospital.

It was almost 6:00pm when I reached the desk of the “Medical Imaging” department, I was the last appointment of the day.

I checked in at the desk and the woman behind it took my name and insurance info before passing a clipboard to me. She asked me to fill out the form and return it. She would be back as soon as she checked to see if the technician was finished with the previous appointment.

I nervously scratched out my statistics and then looked up as she came to the door.

“You are in luck, we have just enough time to get you in,” she cheerily said, and held open the door.

Down the hall I passed several rooms win large diagnostics equipment in them before getting to a door marked “Ultrasound Suite 1”. It sounded more like a hotel suite, and inside it was far less medical looking than the other rooms I passed. There was a reclining exam table, a couple of rolling chairs and a console on a rolling stand with a large computer screen.

The lighting was subdued, I assume for the purposes of viewing the screen better, but it had a calming effect on me. I needed it!

The woman opened the door and motioned towards the table. “Now, if you will take off all your kaçak iddaa clothes and put on the gown laying over the table. The technician will be in a few minutes.” With a smile, she pulled the door closed and left me to undress.

I was relieved that I didn’t have to undress in front of anyone. It just seemed more civilized to be left alone to strip my clothes off.

I folded my jeans and underwear over one of the chairs and hung my shirt over the back. Tucked my boots underneath the chair and then put on the gown. Exam gowns are inherently clumsy things. Trying to tie the closures behind my back was a trick, but I managed. I the sat on the edge of the exam table and waited.

When the door opened I was surprised to see a tall muscular man enter the room. His arms bulged beneath the blue cloth of his scrubs. They looked more like those of a body builder than a medical technician. He smiled when he saw I was staring.

“I’m Sander,” the blond technician said as he extended a hand.

I shook it feeling his strong grip.

“Kurt”, I said, a little flustered at his presence. This guy exuded physicality and his tanned skin and deep blue eyes were compelling.

“Just lie back on the table, Kurt. I will get things ready for you and we’ll get underway in a few minutes.” His deep voice was hypnotic and as I watched him wash up and get ready,I couldn’t help wondering what his muscular body looked like under those scrubs. As he dried his hands he dropped the towel accidentally. Bending over to retrieve it and toss it into a nearby linen hamper he gave me a great view of his muscular bubble butt. It looked like the scrubs were painted on him, every muscle of his thighs and buttocks clearly outlined through the thin cotton.

Once he walked back to the console, he pulled a pair if exam gloves on and sat down next to the table. With few clicks of a mouse, the screen lit up.

“Now, Kurt, you have nothing to worry about. This procedure is painless and shouldn’t take long.”

Then he reached over and hit a switch and the lights dimmed even further. I assume it was to make the images on the screen easier to see, and most likely it was also to have a calming effect on the patient.

As he adjusted the instrument, he answered my unspoken question. “Usually, I am doing these on pregnant mothers, and the mood lightning makes it easier on them and their husbands.”

He laid one of his strong hands on my arm. “I take it you are not a pennant mother?”

I know he was trying to put me at easy, but his touch and his voice caused a distinct stirring in my crotch.

“Nope not pregnant!” I chuckled.

He smiled as he reached for the gown. “I am going to need to pull this back, if you get cold, let me know and I can cover the rest of you with a blanket.”

It was warm in the room so I was actually comfortable. “I’m fine.”

He pulled a tube of gel from the console drawer and opened the top.

“This gel helps the transmission of the sound waves, but it might be a little cold.”

With that he pulled my penis up and began squirting gel on my balls.

It was indeed cold, and that was a good thing since his touch was giving me shivers of a different kind. He then took a towel and used it to pin my cock against my belly so he could do his work.

I was grateful he was no longer handling it, because I knew it was thickening by the minute.

“Now, I am going to run this transducer over your testicles and see way we find.”

At that he took a device that looked like an electric razor but where the blades would be there was just a smooth surface. As he began moving it over the skin of my balls, images flickered on the screen revealing the internal structure of the testicles inside. I could see just a glimpse of the screen and was trying to concentrate on that and not the smooth surface of the transducer as it glided over my scrotum.

I was had kaçak bahis pressed to concentrate on the screen as this handsome man manipulated and probed my balls. Surprisingly, there was no vibrations at all, the sound waves were so high frequency that it was imperceptible. I was grateful for that. I imagined him moving a vibrating device over me and I would have been far more erect than I was already and my cock was stiffening under the thin towel and beginning to push it upward.

“I am gong to need to move under your scrotum as well, so if you could spread your legs a bit more that would help.”

I moved my legs apart further, giving him more access to my balls. He moved the probe underneath my tightening sack, pointing it upward, lifting each testicle as he did. He laid his arm against the towel on my abdomen, pressing my cock underneath. The warmth of his strong biceps against my stiffening cock only made it grow faster. He watched the screen as he recorded the exam and seemed indifferent to my “problem” but I felt sure he knew the effect he was having.

He paused, “don’t be embarrassed. Most men get an erection when they are having this procedure. It’s natural. “

He turned from the screen and smiled at me. When I looked into his deep blue eyes I was anything but comforted. I was sweating and trying my best to avoid just shooting my load into the towel.

“Thanks, I’ll be OK.” My voice wavered a bit as he resumed his work.

Once he was finished up with both my testicles, he checked the paperwork one more time.

“We’ll, looks like I have one more area to scan.”

With that, he moved his arm off my abdomen and released the pressure on my throbbing cock. Then she did something that gave me a real start. He moved the towel allowing my hard cock to spring to attention. As he folded the towel,I saw a large dark spot on it where the head of my cock was leaking precum.

Then he took the tube of gel and squirted a long glob of it all the way down my cock from tip to base. As I watched he grasped the head of my penis and held it steady the proceeded to move the probe slowly up the shaft of my throbbing dick.

I took a deep breath and shivered.

“That’s OK, you are,doing just fine.” His deep voice assuring me to remain calm as he took images of the shaft of my penis. He first moved the probe up one side the the other. My dick was straining against the probe and throbbing in his hand. The tip of my dick was dripping precum like a river, so much that my cock almost slipped from his grip.

“Calm down, just one more scan”

“Easy for you to say,” I uttered, not really meaning to say it out loud.

His deep laughter broke the tension, but just barely. It worked long enough for him to finish the last pass up my cock. Then, thankfully he released the head of my dick and turned to put away the probe.

“Kurt,” he said, “you did great.” He handed me another towel so I could clean the gel off my balls and cock.

“Did you find anything?”

“We’ll, I can’t say until the doctor reads the images,” he said, “but I don’t think you have anything to worry about. It’s most likely just a small cyst.”

I was still grasping my throbbing cock, wrapped in the towel as I sighed with relief. Sander finished tidying up the machine and turned toward me. He looked at my hand grasping my erection in the thin towel.

“I’m done, but obviously you are not,” he smiled. “So, I,will just leave you to take care of things and get dressed. I’ll meet you in the front when you’re done.”

As he left the room, I swear I saw him wink.

The image of him leaning over my body was burned in my mind, and it took only a few minutes for me to stroke my cock to an earth shaking climax. I shot a long stream of cum across my stomach and onto my chest.

After I cleaned up and dressed, I met Sander in the lobby. We were the last to leave and as he unlocked the door for me he spoke softly in my ear as I passed.

“So would you consider me too forward if I asked you what you were doing for dinner?”

I turned and looked into his deep blue eyes, “I thought you would never ask.”

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Chapter 4: Sex Games

TUESDAY NIGHT WITH DIANNE

My legs were beginning to tremble after I walked down two flights, so I caught the elevator for the rest of the trip. I walked past the closed dining hall and entered the empty laundry room. I checked my watch, and I was surprised to see that I was five minutes early. I realized I was really eager for food – as well as for more sex with Dianne!

Dianne arrived on time, carrying her laundry bag. We dumped sheets, pillow cases, towels, and clothes into two washers and turned them on. We even threw in the laundry bags since they also smelled like sex. After the machines were running, we left everything to wash. I drove us to one of those restaurants that serves breakfast all day. We were famished, and we really stuffed ourselves.

It was after 10:00 when we returned to the laundry room, and we tossed everything into an oversized dryer. Since nobody was around, I had Dianne lean back against me as I leaned against the wall. I wrapped my arms around her, slid my hands under her sweatshirt, and gently fondled her braless breasts. Dianne reached back and used both her hands to rub my erection through my shorts. I kissed and nuzzled her neck behind her ears, and we silently enjoyed the touch of each other as we watched our combined pile of clothes slowly dry.

When the dryer buzzed, we sorted our clothing into our two bags. We decided that I would first go to my room and make my bed (in case we needed it later!), and then I’d join Dianne in her room for the night.

Back in my room I finally remembered to pour out the bucket full of piss and clean it. I also stole a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom in case we needed it, too. When I had everything done and I had gotten really cleaned up again, I called Dianne. She told me to wait about fifteen minutes, and then come over.

I arrived at her door at about 11:30. Nobody was around, and her hallway seemed deserted. I tapped gently on her door and she opened it but stood behind the door so that I couldn’t see her. Her room was completely dark except for a small red bulb on the top of an electric candle. Dianne ordered me to go over to the bed, undress, and wait for her.

I was both amused and aroused. I’d had my time being the one in control, and I didn’t mind Dianne taking another turn. I did as she asked. I piled my clothes on the chair she had left beside the bed. I felt the cool, fresh sheets against my bare behind as I sat down. My dork was sticking straight up from my lap.

Dianne moved out of the shadows and I could finally see what she had on. She was wearing a nearly transparent black outfit, similar to the one I had given Jenn, but of Dianne’s size and much more revealing. She glided over to me, and my face was close enough to her crotch that I could clearly see that her pussy lips were spread apart, held that way by the material of the transparent black bikini panties.

In spite of the day’s activities, I was overwhelmed, and my penis began to throb, bouncing up and down with my heartbeat. I stood up and pulled Dianne to me, and nearly shot my wad. The material was as smooth as silk, and it felt impossibly erotic as I moved my fingers over her body.

Dianne obviously had the same reaction, and her nipples were already hard as I gently caressed her breasts. She said, “Slide my panties off, leave the top on, and let’s go to bed. I want to fuck your balls off! But first we’re going to sixty-nine!” I removed her panties as she had asked, but I took a lot of time doing it, using my tongue and lips. Dianne giggled deep in her throat.

As soon as she stepped out of her panties, Dianne pulled the top sheet and blanket nearly off the bed, and told me to lie down with my head on her pillow. With me in position, she swung her leg over me so that she was facing away from me, climbed up onto the bed, and slowly backed up until her pussy was pressing against my face. With her legs straddling my chest, she was completely exposed, and I could reach down and caress her breasts through the silky negligee.

Dianne then gave me an incredible blow job. She must have gotten me to the point of ejaculation a dozen times, then stopped it by pressing against the base of my penis between my balls. She certainly knew how to do it! My balls began to swell, and she sucked on them, too. In the meantime I had my nose pressed as far into her as far as I could get it, and I was licking her clitoris with my tongue. I worked a finger into her anus, and she moaned her pleasure directly against my penis.

Dianne kept taking me to the brink and stopping me, and I kept stopping my actions just as she began to climax. Her clitoris remained fully erect and completely exposed, even when I didn’t press my tongue against it. We were teasing each other and neither of us knew when it would end. We were still learning how to be lovers with each other, but we were already exceptionally well attuned to each other’s responses.

I abruptly realized that the level of sexual compatibility and understanding that Dianne bahis firmaları and I were experiencing was better than what Jenn and I had developed. I let that thought drop into the back of my mind as I concentrated on the woman whose pussy was rubbing against my face.

Time no longer mattered, and in the dim red light all we cared about was the sexual stimulation. We took turns getting aroused, then pulling back, as we learned exactly how to determine each other’s state of readiness. My balls began to ache and her clitoris was becoming hypersensitive – and we were both aware of each other’s wonderful, albeit uncomfortable, levels of arousal. Finally, without any spoken words, we stopped the teasing, and we deliberately climaxed together. We both screamed and yelled in our pleasure, probably waking the entire hall.

Dianne had been deep-throating me, and she managed to catch my entire ejaculation in her mouth. She hummed against my penis and licked and sucked everything out of it. I lapped up and swallowed an incredible amount of her juices which seemed to just keep flowing out of her. My nose remained buried in her open pussy, and I had to breathe through my mouth or I would have suffocated or drowned!

Long after my penis was limp, Dianne kept sucking and licking it. Her juices continued to flow. Finally she clambered around to face me, lowered herself onto me, and we kissed, sharing our juices. I moved to the side and she cuddled down my left side, her wet pussy against my left leg, with her negligee covering her from her waist up. We kissed and I gently rubbed her breasts through the silky cloth. Dianne’s breathing became deep and regular, and we both fell asleep. My last thought was how well our bodies fit together, both during and after sex.

WEDNESDAY: EXPERIMENTING WITH DIANNE A buzzing woke us, and Dianne climbed off me to shut of the alarm. The clock said 3:00 a.m. She told me I had to go back to my own room, but that she was staying in her own bed. I held her and told her I wanted to continue sleeping with her and perhaps wake her with a fuck, but she said we weren’t completely free to do everything we wanted. She reminded me that neither of us wanted Jenn to find out that we had been screwing. Dianne pointed out that, as far as we knew we had been lucky so far, and nobody had seen either of us in a compromising position.

I reluctantly agreed. Dianne turned down my request for another shower. “Let’s not push our luck, shall we? That other girl could have reported us instead of telling us to take it back to the room. Some of these bitches are moralistic shitheads!” She used a towel to partially clean me off, then kissed me goodnight, and pushed me into the hall. I immediately knocked gently and Dianne opened the door again, a questioning look on her face. I stepped back in, kissed her hard while rubbing the silky fabric across her breasts until her nipples felt like little stones, then I left.

I took a shower, then collapsed into bed, and fell asleep thinking about Dianne’s hard-tipped boobs. At 7:00 the alarm got me up, and I went down and had a big breakfast in the dining hall. At 7:45 I hit the sack again. I awoke again at Noon. I did the shit, shave, and shower routine, and went to lunch. Happily Dianne was there and sitting alone. I joined her, and we each tried to get the other embarrassed by making sexual comments and suggestions.

When we were finished eating, I offered to take her to the lab later, and after first telling me she really didn’t need a ride today (and that got a chuckle out of me!), she said she’d be waiting on the first floor at 4:00.

I took another nap, and after the alarm woke me at 3:30, I dressed in an all-white tennis outfit, minus a jock. When I stepped out of the elevator, Dianne smiled, since I was carrying a tennis racquet and looked as if I were heading for the courts. Who would imagine that we were going to the same place? We got into my Bug and I drove to her research building. I left the racquet in the car, of course.

Once again we walked up to the fourth floor, only Dianne had anticipated feeling my hand in her crotch, and she was almost immediately wet. By the fourth floor, she was rubbing her clitoris through her shorts and snorting through her nose. Once we were in the lab, I slid her stretch-shorts and panties down to mid thigh, and used both hands to rub her. As she moved from instrument to instrument, the shorts around her thighs prevented her from moving very fast, and they also held my bare fingers against her labia. When she bent over to read the low-lying instruments, I ran a finger in and out of her vagina.

At the end of her circuit of the room, she rechecked everything and found that I had distracted her from getting two readings. She spent additional time moving around with my hands on her bare skin. We used the same table in much the same way, but this time we both stripped off all our clothes, allowing Dianne to move around much better. She was also much more highly stimulated than the day before, and she came quickly with a long, drawn-out kaçak iddaa yell. A few minutes later her body shook and she let out a wonderful shriek as my cum exploded into her.

We cleaned up the table, the lab floor, and ourselves with damp lab towels, and we got dressed and headed back to the dorm. I dropped her off in front, and she agreed to come to my room at 8:00. I parked the car, got cleaned up, and went to dinner. I didn’t see Dianne, and I ate with some guys I knew. I got back to my room in plenty of time to do the shit, shave, and shower routine again, and I got ready for Dianne’s arrival.

I hung a towel over a light, creating a warm but still relatively dark room. I put on some quiet music, opened a bottle of chilled red wine, and set out two glasses. I was completely naked. I heard Dianne’s gentle knock, and I opened the door the same way that she had done. I told her not to turn around and to close her eyes. I told her she should follow my commands. She nodded, and I stepped up to her and tied a blindfold over her eyes.

“This is kinky!” Dianne exclaimed with a grin. “I guess it’s your turn to run things, huh?” What a woman! She knew we were playing a control game, and she was completely relaxed and trusting. I’d never enjoyed sex so much. For a moment I wondered if Jenn and I could establish this kind of sexual relationship, but once again I pushed Jenn out of my thoughts. After all, I might never get a chance to find out.

I had tested the blindfold, and I knew that Dianne would be unable to see anything. I told her to remove her shoes and place them on the floor. I picked them up and put them behind the door. Next I told her to slowly strip off her T-shirt and hold it straight out in front of her. I took it from her hands and quietly put it in the bottom of a drawer under some underpants. She was wearing a light-blue bra which barely contained her breasts.

I had her put her hands over her head and turn slowly while I looked at her. Next I had her slip off her shorts and hold them out. I took them and hid them in yet another drawer under my socks. Dianne was now wearing the blue bra and matching panties. I had her stand with her legs apart and turn slowly until I told her stop (when the light was in the correct place), and I leaned in close and looked at her panties. There was a moist spot beginning to form -and I hadn’t touched her yet! I inhaled deeply and I could smell her aroused scent.

I had Dianne remove her bra, and I took it and hid it inside the pocket of a jacket in my closet. It was a 36C, so she really was a bit larger than Jenn! Once again I ordered her to put her hands over her head and turn slowly around. Her breasts lifted up, and her nipples got darker and darker. As I leaned in close, I could see little bumps on her areolae as they became engorged.

I leaned in and checked the crotch of Dianne’s panties. The wet spot was now about two inches across – and growing! I told her to remove her panties, and smell them. She smiled and licked them! These, too, I took from her. I put them in a plastic bag which I hid in the refrigerator. I poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Dianne, and we drank them slowly while I explored every inch of her body. I took the glass from her and put both glasses on my desk.

I had Dianne do another slow rotation, hands over her head again, and even in the poor light it was obvious that she was getting really excited. I told her to stop moving, and stand still with her feet spread as far apart as she could manage, with her arms out to the sides for balance. Then I slipped between her legs, propped myself up on my elbows, and looked directly at her pussy.

I talked softly to Dianne from there, and I described what I could see her body doing. Her outer labia were thick and full, and they got darker as I talked to her. When I told her I could just see the head of her clitoris peeking out, it popped completely out, eliciting a gasp from Dianne. I watched and described the darkening colors I could see slowing spreading all over the front of her body, from her thighs to her abdomen to her breasts to her throat to her face.

I told her that her pussy was getting ready to drip, and as it did, I caught the drop in my mouth – and told her so. Her clitoris came out again, and in a few seconds, there was a constant dripping into my mouth. I blew gently on her pussy, and Dianne trembled, letting out a brief cascade of pussy juice. Dianne’s legs were getting tired, and she began to tremble. I slipped out from between them, and I told her to stand normally.

I told her to keep the blindfold on, but that she could now decide what position we would use. Without touching her I had her move over and stand just against the bed. If she wanted to be on the bottom, she was to lie on the bed and direct how I was to enter her. If I was to be on the bottom, I would lie on the bed and she would tell me what she wanted and I would talk her into position.

“This time I’ll take the bottom,” Dianne said quickly, and she got onto the bed. She raised her legs kaçak bahis high. “I want to put my legs over your shoulders. That angle really works for me.”

I slowly moved into position and reminded her to keep the blindfold on. I told her that she was free to move around and touch anything she wanted once I entered her. Then I sat for nearly a minute with the head of my penis throbbing against her vaginal opening, now fully exposed and ready. A trickle of juice came out of her vagina and ran down toward her anus. Dianne felt it and giggled. This was really fun!

When I felt we both couldn’t take any more, I slipped completely into her in one steady push and, leaning on my elbows, began rubbing a breast in each hand. Dianne wrapped her legs around my head and began to arch and flex her hips against me.

This was an easy position for straight, effective fucking, so I began to slide in and out slowly, gradually increasing the tempo then slowing down, pushing hard and up toward her head at the bottom to stimulate her clitoris, occasionally teasing her by staying almost all of the way out of her.

Dianne’s first orgasm came quickly and caught me by surprise. Clearly I still had things to learn about her sexual responses, but wouldn’t it be fun to attend those classes? As her yell diminished, I resumed my slow in-and-out, and when I felt the tremors in her vagina, I again picked up the pace until I was really pounding her pussy. Once again she came fast and loudly.

Dianne was covered with sweat that glistened in the glow of the lamp. Her breathing was mostly gasps, punctuated with light moans and grunts. During the fucking she would first spread her legs as far apart as she could, but as orgasm approached she would bring her knees closer together, cross her ankles, and clamp down on my head. I found it was easy to tell her level of arousal, but I lost count of her orgasms. I just kept pumping in and out, accompanied by an ever louder slurping sound and a wet slapping as I slammed into her pussy. I knew that I could only keep this up as long as I held myself back, but I managed to keep from ejaculating. The afternoon experience certainly helped!

Dianne finally complained that her pussy was getting sore and her legs were cramping so we should stop. I slowly pulled out of her, and I let her lower her feet to the bed. I studied her pussy, and her labia were so dark they were almost black. Dianne’s vagina was still partially open, but as I watched her it slowly closed. What a sight!

Now that we were no longer “exercising,” all of the sweat on our bodies felt chilly. I turned Dianne over onto her left side, and she pulled her legs up toward her chest. I slipped into a spooning position against her back, and pulled up the other sheet and blanket. My left arm was pinned beneath Dianne, and I cupped her left breast with that hand. I used my right hand to lift her right leg, and my slippery penis slid up against her pussy. I lowered her leg, moved my right arm up to her right breast, and told her to go to sleep. In a matter of a few minutes, her breathing indicated that she had.

Dianne’s heart was still beating pretty fast, but it was gradually slowing down. Her skin no longer felt hot, and I drifted off too, even though my balls ached. I couldn’t remember ever fucking a woman who climaxed when I didn’t. She might be just a recreational fuck, but Dianne was one hell of a woman! I fell asleep wondering why I had been worried far more about her pleasure than my own. Nice guys finish last, but I hadn’t finished! What the heck did that mean?

THURSDAY: ESTABLISHING TRUST AND LUST

The alarm woke me at 3:00, and I reset it for 4:30. Dianne was awake too, so I told her that it was my turn to get off. I reached down Dianne’s body and began to rub her now sticky and matted pubic hair. My penis quickly stiffened, and I again put it between her legs from behind. I moved lower in the bed to get a better angle, and I put the head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina. I gently rubbed around her clitoris, and she quickly became wet. I could feel her body temperature coming up, and her breathing got faster.

I began to slowly move about an inch in and out. After several minutes, Dianne’s hips began flexing to my motion. I gradually went a little deeper, then went in and out slowly. Then deeper again. All at once Dianne let out a gasp, and she grabbed her breasts. I had located her G-spot with my penis, and at the angle I was using, I could rub it by moving my penis in and out of her. That’s exactly what I did, very slowly. Dianne began to wiggle her legs and she was rubbing her nipples hard. Her skin felt hot. We both began to sweat and I threw the blanket off, leaving us covered with just the sheet.

Dianne was now gasping with each caress of her G-spot by my penis. Her vagina was clamping and releasing my penis in time with my slow thrusts. Dianne finally screamed, “For God’s sake! Finish me off! I can’t stand much more of this!” I slowly but steadily increased the tempo of my thrusts, and I reached around Dianne and rubbed her clitoris whenever my penis was not touching her G-spot. This meant that there was a constant sexual pressure on her, alternating between her clitoris and her G-spot, and I kept increasing the tempo.

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Matthew couldn’t help but smile. Any time he was able to see his two favorite girls in the same day was always a good day, but as it was Christmas, this one was especially so.

“Shit!” The car, fishtailing quickly left and right on an icy patch of road, came back under control without much difficulty, but reminded Matt to keep his mind on his driving until arriving safely at Louise’s house. He adjusted and descended the vehicle’s speed slightly, and let his heart settle back into his chest. Still, with very few other cars on the road and another twenty minutes to get to his destination, he couldn’t help but reflect.

He had just dropped off his daughter at his ex-wife’s home. It was the first time in four years that Matthew was able to open gifts with his daughter on Christmas Day, rather than on the 26th or 27th. Though happy to be out of a very bad marriage, he still missed his daughter greatly, and the morning held wonderful significance for him.

After a nice breakfast and cleaning up the wrapping paper and bows from the floor, they put the finishing touches on a snow fort behind his apartment building. Matt played with his daughter in the cold, letting her win a snowball fight. At 5’8″ and 165 pounds his muscular frame held up a bearded face that towered above the eleven year old girl. The ski cap worn to cover his ears couldn’t contain the long strands of grey hair peeking out the back to his shoulders. After many genuine laughs, he made some hot chocolate for both of them to warm up. When the time came to start getting ready to leave, the kind-hearted father loaded his car with opened presents he’d given his daughter and with wrapped ones for his new girlfriend. He was a genuinely nice man.

He’d been dating Louise for a couple months by then, and thanked his lucky stars for their mutual friend who’d introduced them. For one, he thought it uncommon for a man in his early 40’s to be hooked up with a woman in her late 20’s, and two, that she’d continue seeing him after what he was sure must have been merely a sympathy date. She had long brown hair, deep brown eyes, was in wonderful shape, and the long slit in the skirt she wore that first night did little to hide the sexiest pair of legs he’d seen in quite some time. But continue, she did, and they’d been seeing one another about once every week, since… lately, even more often.

There was one unfortunate break in the routine; after their first date, it had been over three weeks until their second one. She had spent the better part of a week away at a teachers’ conference and, while away, her father had been unexpectedly killed in a car wreck. When he’d heard about the bad news, his heart went out to her even though they barely knew one another. He had given a very thoughtful sympathy card with a dozen yellow roses that waited for her when she returned from an additional week away for arrangements and services.

Almost two weeks after that, they spent their second night out. They’d gone to a bar where one of Lou’s friends was playing in a band. She drank a lot that night, especially for a woman of such small size, and though he’d thought he’d be able to make it home afterward, she insisted it would be better to check into a hotel room, rather than run the risk of getting a DUI. Once in their rented room for the evening, she was naked almost immediately. He kissed and adored every inch of her body, starting with her softly opened mouth. Their lips and tongues licked and pecked, tasted and accepted, rolled and sucked on each other’s. As he descended Louise’s nude body, he licked a slow trail down her neck, over her left shoulder, and down the length of her arm to the palm of her hand. Sure, she was horny, but when he sucked on the pad of flesh below her thumb, she felt herself moistening within immediately.

Matt knew the effect he was having on her by the way she vocally exhaled. He licked his way back up, pausing to suck on the tendon on the inside her elbow, then tonguing farther up to her armpit, then down along the curve of her breast. His tongue flicked her nipple to full attention, but rather than sucking on it, adjusted over her body, doing the same to her right one. Matt’s hands were full, taking his own shirt off, then repeated the same, slow path with his tongue down Lou’s right arm and back up.

When his lips found their way to her right breast again, this time Matt paid it more attention. He peppered her areola with tongue flicks, then blew on the moist, sensitive, brownish-tan pad, cooling it rapidly and making it turn bumpy. Then he pinched it between his lips while quickly swirling the tip of his tongue around her nipple. Feeling it grow harder until it was a small standing pebble, he closed his teeth about it, continuing the circling licks at the very tip. Louise squealed out a sexy moan as he did, her hips undulating beneath his belly. He slid over to her left nipple and gave it the same sexy treatment, and she found herself nearly ready to climax before he had even touched her below.

Matthew illegal bahis descended further, criss-crossing her belly with long, swiping strokes with the flat of his tongue, painting her with his saliva. The only time his tongue hid back inside his mouth was when he kissed over her soft curls. It seemed forever to her that he pecked kisses over her bush… lower… lower… nearly to her clitoris. Lou’s mouth was closed, moaning with every breath, but when he ducked down to peck a quick kiss on her vulva then slid off to the side to lick down her left thigh, her mouth opened to emit a groan of frustration a half-octave above her norm.

The tongue-lashing continued down her thigh, past her knee, then Matt finally used one of his hands, gripping Lou’s ankle and lift it into the air while he sucked on her calf. He sat on the edge of the bed, placing the ankle up onto his shoulder, kissing the muscular flesh as he undid the belt, zipper, and button of his pants. Sliding over to make the return trip up her right leg, Matt faced toward her, using both hands on himself to slip the pants down his legs and push his socks off and onto the floor. He playfully flicked his tongue along the arch of her foot to see if she was ticklish; where she normally would have been, at this point every sensation she received was too erotic to notice.

His hands kneaded and massaged her thighs as his face, lips, and tongue slid torturously slowly upward. Pressing the insides of her thighs forward and up, he saw her slit opening in the faint light from the window like the petals of some nocturnal flower. Finally his tongue entered her body, licking up one side and down the other, lapping her folds. Louise’s insanity was nearly over, and the moment she felt his tongue flicking up and over her clit, she climaxed violently and loudly. She begged Matt to fuck her, but he ignored her pleas, lost in his own desire. He continued licking over her clitoris, flicking his tongue madly and the echo of her orgasm hit her harder than the first. Her thighs pressed against his hands, quivering without control. Her voice filled the room with sound, and the musky scent of her pussy filled the air. Just as she thought the tremors had completed and calmed, Matthew quickly slid two fingers into her pussy, curling around her walls and swiping inside. When he pinched her clitoris between his lips and gave it the same attention as he’d done to her nipples, she found the aftershocks more dangerous than the quake, itself. With lightning flicks of the tip of his tongue across her clit in every direction, back and forth, up and down, diagonally this way and that, her entire body imploded, and wave after wave streamed through her. She climaxed a third time, unable to control the flailing of her body, cumming all over Matt’s fingers. He held them stiffly in place as her labia pulsed and vibrated on them.

The orgasm seemed to last an hour, but in reality was only less than a minute, when her body settled in place onto the bed, nothing more than a mass of gelatin. Matthew lowered his face one final time, licking over her folds, savoring the thick juices that coated them. Once he finally lifted himself off from her, he looked down to regard Louise’s body. He’d thought she was pretty before, but seeing her there, knew she was a lot more than that; glancing up from the shapeliness of those legs he admired the first time he saw them, to the pussy he’d just ravished, to her flat belly and the lifting mounds of flesh on her chest, up to her face, he couldn’t come up with any other words to describe her than just, “Beautiful.”

After Matt’s eyes had wandered up her body, the rest of his body followed. They kissed deeply, softly, and passionately, and she inhaled and tasted the remnants of herself on his lips and cheeks. He touched her face gently, and was not only in absolute awe of this young woman, but humbled to be with her. Lou repeated softly that she wanted him to fuck her, but he couldn’t stop doing anything but hold this precious treasure. She’d recently lost the man who’d meant more to her than any ever had, and knew he was already more than content in pleasing her.

Matt curled in beside her, spooning and just holding her, until she eventually fell asleep. Listening to her regulated breathing, Matt’s cock throbbed against the soft, round curves of her ass. A moment of wondering panic as to why he hadn’t made love to her invaded his brain, but as she held his hand between her breasts like a little girl would hold a teddy bear, he knew he had made the correct decision in holding off, this time.

The following morning in the hotel room, they both needed to leave for home to find clothes into which to change for work, but she still took the time to return the oral favor from the night before. They had taken a shower together, and the sight and feel of her body glistening in lathered soap and water was too much for him to hide what he wanted. Lou dropped to her knees while the hot water snapped down Matt’s back, taking him into her mouth. illegal bahis siteleri She was able to make him cum within minutes, swallowing every drop of it.

Dressed in the prior night’s attire, Matt drove Louise home, and finally realized this was much more than just a sympathy date for a nice guy… she actually liked him! At work the rest of the day, his heart fluttered, and once he called her, they’d made arrangements to see one another that weekend. They’d been dating ever since, it had been a wonderful two months, and the sex was nothing short of mind-boggling. As Matt pulled the car into her driveway, he knew he was in love with her, and was ready for the first time to tell her so.

He gathered her Christmas gifts and carried them up to the door. While he shifted the boxes to one arm in order to ring the doorbell, but saw he didn’t have to once he read the note taped to the door: “Merry Christmas, Matt… come on in! love, lulu”

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Six months ago, Louise was an emotional wreck. Even though the relationship she’d had with her housemate Holly was an open one, Holly’s decision to move out to be with a man was devastating to her. Lou went through all the steps of a break-up, the wondering why, the many nights in tears. They’d lived together nearly four years and, though Louise knew they’d each eventually want to get married and have children, it just threw her that Holly would find the man of her dreams before she did.

Louise missed their nights together terribly and, with no one onto which to hold if neither found a guy for the evening, turned to her computer and sulked. She would log in to chatrooms for hours and hours at a time, playing with anyone who’d pay her attention. She’d become especially attached to one woman, but when Lou came back from a week away visiting family, she’d learned her cyber-partner had chosen not to be faithful to her. This simply brought back thoughts of Holly leaving again, and more nights were spent crying.

“What’s wrong with me?” she wondered. She knew she was intelligent… she knew she was attractive… so why didn’t the people she wanted want her? Her mother breathed sighs of relief that Louise was no longer with “that woman,” and nagged her to finally meet a nice man. Daddy, on the other hand, was nothing but supportive of his beloved daughter, assuring her she’d know the right thing to do, the right person with whom to spend her life, when it happened. He was the same way when her engagement was broken when she was 23. He was even more so when she was raped at 18… always loving, supportive, and encouraging. Her greatest qualities, she thought, came directly from him.

The one thing cyberring did do for her over those first few months alone, other than giving her the fantasy of climaxing with someone else, was to help bring her confidence back. She helped others online, giving advice when they were facing difficulties in their lives, and she’d opened up for some to do the same for her. By the start of the school year, she began testing the waters and dating once again. And again. And again. Before she knew it, she was juggling her schedule of free nights among four different men.

She was excited to have been asked to represent her school district to attend a three-day conference in Washington, DC, at the close of September. There, she had the chance to not only attend informative meetings and seminars, but the opportunity to sight-see in the nation’s capital for the first time since she was in 7th grade. On her last morning there, though, she received the most devastating news of her life. Daddy was killed in an accident, and Mom was in the hospital. Her flight home was changed immediately, and she rushed to take care of what was left of her family.

A week later, Mom was at least okay and had been discharged from the hospital, though it would take some months of physical therapy to be able to use her right hand again. Lou, however, returned to work, confused and lost. Though everyone was kind and polite to her, it still was going to take some time for her to compose herself and find her way to a new normalcy. Over the next two and a half months, two things occurred: first, the only thing that she found to consume her enough to overcome her grief was sex, and second, of all the men with whom she was spending time, Matthew was winning out as she narrowed the field down to one.

The yellow roses he’d given Louise were her first sign; they had always been Daddy’s favorite. The first night they’d spent together afterward was her second; Matt was so loving, so passionate, yet never gave her the feeling in the least that sex was the only reason he was there. Even though they didn’t make love that night, the sex was amazing as he used his mouth on her body far better than any man she’d known, and better than most of the women. And the following morning, when she saw his body for the first time in the light? Even though he was fifteen years older than she was, canlı bahis siteleri he was certainly very easy on the eyes. His chest had just the right amount of hair… his face handsome… his body firm… his cock large and wide and gorgeous.

In the shower, she lathered up her body with the small rectangle of hotel soap, then used her own body to wash his, pressing her legs against his, her chest against his. Louise then turned around to press and wiggle her lathered back and ass to wash him, and as his arms closed about her body, she thought it was a perfect fit. She turned to face Matthew once more, encouraging him to spin around as well. When he did so, she reached around him and took the base of his hard member into her small hand. She skillfully stroked it, not letting the soap get too close to the slit of his head, making sure not to burn it with the bubbles. She rubbed the front half of her body all over him, pressing her soft breasts into his back, and carefully reaching up on her toes so as not to slip in the tub, yet feel the contour of his ass in front of her hips.

In a few minutes, she stopped her hand job. While Matt turned around to once again wrap his arms about Louise’s body, she kissed him softly, then squirmed with a smile from the embrace. She slid down his body, out of the way of the streaming water, letting the soap rinse off from his stomach and his penis. Once it was completely rinsed, she knelt around him with her hands clutching onto his hips, urging him to turn with her. With Matt’s body blocking the shower, Lou took him into her mouth, sucking sweetly, passionately, and lustfully. After being nude with her for hours and the panic of what he may have missed the night before behind him, the sensations she gave, visually, physically, almost spiritually, exploded in return from his body and through his throbbing cock. She nourished herself with his seed, swallowing hungrily and excitedly.

Just two days later, Matthew was invited to her home and her bed; with the awkwardness of the first time being naked out or wondering if one could please the other out of the way, they found themselves exploring each other’s bodies with ease, wonder, and delight. For the next two months, it was more of the same, each time better than the last, at least once every week.

No, there was no doubt that Matthew was winning out as Louise narrowed the field down to one. However, the only thing she found to consume her grief was sex, and she grieved every single day, not just once a week. There were others who were familiar with her body and mind, and they played on that knowledge as surely as she did with theirs.

As October ended and November began, Lou found herself absolutely depraved, and acted more like a slut than she had since her sophomore year in college. She had wasted away an entire summer without sex and was bound and determined to make up for lost time. The thought even occurred to her more than once to throw away her birth-control pills, considering to replace the life that was lost with a new one, but at least kept her sanity in that regard. In every other sexual sense, though, Louise was a lost soul. At one small party, she pulled a train with three different men. The next weekend she took on four at the same time. By Thanksgiving, she’d danced on stage during an amateur night at a strip club, found herself amid a threesome with a married couple she’d known, had allowed herself to be videotaped masturbating for another male friend, and stooped to submit as a fantasy for another to dominate her for a night.

She granted most any man who knew her fairly well a fantasy, but kept her inner soul hidden to all but one. Come December, she knew more and more that the needs of the one outweighed the needs of the many. She slowly weaned herself away from the others, but gave in to one final weak moment.

Louise’s mother had gone out of state to stay with her side of the family while recovering for the holidays. Lou, with no one left around for the week, knew it would be a great opportunity to really get to know Matthew better. However, he had his daughter from the 23rd through noon on the 25th, and both agreed since the two girls had yet to meet one another, that the holiday might not be the best time to spring the thought that he’d had a new girlfriend to the child. She spent the morning of Christmas Eve online chatting and felt terribly alone… not so much from actually being alone as from missing Daddy… her first Christmas apart from him. Later that morning, she received an invitation over the phone to catch a football game at a friend’s house… a male friend’s house… a male friend who’d taken part of the train and the fivesome and had been granted a fantasy’s house. Thinking more of missing Daddy than she was of missing Matt, she found herself accepting the offer.

On her way over, she realized what she was doing. A pang of guilt jolted through her heart, but it wasn’t enough to force her to make a U-turn. The voyeur in her psyche couldn’t refuse the idea of seeing more than one stiff cock at once. The exhibitionist in her soul couldn’t let go the chance to show off, to be felt by more than only two hands, if only for one last time. Yes, this would be her last time, she affirmed, and drove on.

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This story involves a female led marriage and a reluctant cuckold husband. If that is not your thing, please skip this story. It is the second segment of the story. Please start with segment one.

*****

The next morning I was up before Sabrina getting her breakfast and coffee ready. I kissed her goodbye and she left for work, her car filled to the brim with gas. I went to my office and worked furiously trying to get caught up after having been distracted the day before with cleaning the basement. It was about 11:00 when my phone rang. It was Kim, upstairs in her room, ordering me to bring her a cup of coffee. Of course I complied. She was sitting up in bed watching TV when I came in her room.

“So, things seem to be going according to my plan, aren’t they?”

“It seems.”

“So she told me that I’m officially in on the secret. You do understand, however, that she is not in our little secret at all. As far as she understands, we don’t speak at all about this and we are maintaining the same friendly relationship that we always have. Got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Now there’s a massage school on the west side of town. Look them up on the internet. Go by there today and get a table and some supplies. Her one hour, nightly massages begin tonight.”

Just then we were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

“Oh, that’s Clark. He’s a friend of mine. Go invite him in and bring him up here.”

I opened the door and standing in front of me was a brick wall of a black man. He was at least six four, with huge muscles busting out of his tight fitting t-shirt.

“You must be Mark,” he smiled. “I’m here to see Kim.”

“She’s expecting you,” I said. I had to fight the impulse not to stare at him. He was just in such incredibly good shape. I could not help but admire his physique. We walked up the stairs and I showed him into Kim’s room.

He walked over to the bed and leaned down to kiss her. She responded by climbing up to her knees and wrapping her arms around his neck. I stood staring as their mouths locked together. I started to leave, but Kim stopped me when she noticed.

“Don’t go anywhere, Mark. Clark is a very, very special friend. I’ve known him for a long time. I think he can be a special friend to you also.”

“Ok,” I said.

Clark laughed, and he and Kim exchanged a wry smile.

“For now,” started Kim. “I want you to strip down. Strip down and stand right beside the bed. I want you to watch this.”

“I’m not sure I feel comfortable with…”

“Shut up and strip down,” she barked. I took my clothes off and stood silently beside the bed, my cock cage exposed for all to see.

“You recognize that little thing on his dick?” Kim asked Clark.

“Oh, I definitely recognize it,” laughed Clark. He lifted off his own shirt revealing muscles and abs that were ripped like something out of a magazine. Kim reached to his waist and unbuttoned his jeans. She pulled down the zipper and let planted soft kisses on his belly as she started pushing down Clark’s pants. He stepped out of the jeans first, before pushing down the striped boxers that he was wearing.

I blinked my eyes in disbelief. There between this man’s legs was a cock that twelve inches long without an erection. Kim turned her neck for only a minute to catch my reaction and then quickly giving Clark a knowing smile. She put her mouth on his cock and it began to come to life in front of me. It grew larger around, almost the size of Kim’s wrist, but its length stayed roughly in the neighborhood of twelve inches. Still, he humbled me.

I watched as she struggled to put the entire length of his cock into her mouth. I was shocked to see her holding off the gag reflect as his entire shaft pushed down her throat. He stroked her hair. “There you go,” he said, “Just like I taught you.”

I felt a throbbing pain between my own legs as my cock struggled to get erect within the confines of my cage. Clark reached down and pulled at Kim’s tight-fitting t-shirt, removing it in a single motion which only caused Kim to take a break from sucking his cock long enough to catch her breath. He reached his hand around behind her and pushed her thong to one side of her pussy. This revealed Kim’s shaved pussy and tight asshole to me, causing the throbbing between my legs to intensify. Clark worked his large middle finger inside of Kim while his thumb pressed against her asshole.

Kim wiggled her ass in apparent delight at the presence of his warm hand.

“White boy, take her panties off for me,” he commanded. I leaned into the bed and pulled off Kim’s panties. He pulled his finger out of her and held his hand out to me. “Put your mouth on my finger.” I hesitated. “Go ahead. Do it.” I opened my mouth and he stuck his middle finger aggressively inside. I sucked, tasting Kim.

“That’s good pussy; isn’t it, boy?” I did not respond, and Clark only laughed at me. He lifted Kim’s head off of his cock by pulling up on her hair. He turned her around facing me so that her illegal bahis hips were aligned with his own. “Ever seen a black man fuck a white girl, boy?”

“No,” I confessed.

He locked his gaze on me as his cock pushed aside the tight lips of Kim’s pussy. He smiled at me as he thrust half the length of his cock inside of her. Kim’s eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth formed a circle. He started a rhythm of slow, steady thrusts that still kept half his cock outside of her body.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, fuck me, Clark.”

She let out a loud cry when Clark pushed the rest of his cock into her. She started breaking into a sweat and the hair fell in front of her face. He rocked his hips against her ass for five full minutes before pulling out and laying his back flat against the bed. She climbed on top of him slid her pussy down the length of his cock. This afforded me a much better view of the true sexual intensity that was taking place between these two. That huge black cock had conquered this beautiful, tight pussy and she just could not get enough of it.

Carl lifted himself straight up so that he was sitting up and Kim had her legs wrapped around his wait. He slung his legs off my side of the bed, and then stood so that he was immediately next to me. Holding her against his waist, he lifted her body effortlessly to rock her up and down on his cock. Then I noticed his face start to grimace. He put Kim down on the bed and kept pushing his cock in and out of her body. She was practically in tears as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her tiny body. With a final thrust, his balls tightened and he himself exploded. He pulled his cock out and a thick flow of white cum began to ooze from Kim’s pussy.

“You ever tasted cum, boy?”

“I know for a fact that he tasted his own last night,” said Kim.

He took three fingers and scooped up the gobs of thick, warm cum from Kim’s swollen opening. He put his free hand behind my head and pushed his dripping fingers up to my face. “Open, boy. You can tell me if a black man’s cum tastes any different from a white boy’s.” I felt compelled to obey. It was humiliating, but I opened my mouth to receive his offer. I licked his fingers until there was not a drop remaining.

Kim stood positioned herself directly in front of me. She put her face close to mine and spoke so that I could feel her breath with every word. “You know,” she began. “You know what will really make that black cum taste good? It’s when you are sucking it from your own wife’s pussy. I bet you’d like that. Do you think your precious little Sabrina has it in her to be a black cock slut?”

“No, I don’t,” I answered. I felt suddenly weak in my legs. I dropped to my knees.

Kim stuck her own middle finger into her pussy. She pulled it out dripping with Clark’s seed. She traced it around the perimeter of my lips and then smeared it under my nose. “We’re going to work on that,” she said. “It will take some time, but we’ll get your lovely wife fucking Clark’s beautiful cock before long. Trust me.”

We all got dressed and walked downstairs together, me alone and Clark and Kim with their arms around each other. Once downstairs, Clark noticed a picture of Sabrina and I that had been taken at the beach. It was sitting out on a small side table at the base of the stairs. “This her?” he asked.

“Yes, I answered.”

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he smiled. He kissed Kim goodbye. She whispered something in his ear and they both laughed. He smiled at me again, and turned to open the door and leave.

***

I stood silently as I listened to Clark’s car starting up and pulling out of the driveway. This all seemed insane. A part of me had to admit that I was sexually excited by the idea of him together with my wife, but for the most part, it sickened me. I knew it was wrong, I knew I really didn’t want it to happen… despite the sexual fascination, and I also knew that she would never go for it. Kim spoke and interrupted my thoughts.

“You’ll have to leave soon to go pick up that massage table.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“First, however, we have to talk. Sit down.” She pointed to the kitchen table and we both took a seat.

“So, what did you think?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, did it turn you on, did it excite you to watch Carl and me together?”

“Yes… ummm…I guess it did.”

“You guess?”

“No, Ma’am. It definitely did.”

“And do you think it would excite you to watch Carl with Sabrina?”

“Well, sort of, but it’s not something I would want.”

“That’s another question entirely. Let me first just hear whether or not it would excite you? If that was Sabrina up in that bed today, would it have turned you on?”

“I’m afraid to answer that question.”

“Mark, listen. I know it seems like I’ve been a real bitch to you, and I know it seems like I’m callous and I don’t care. The truth is, I do care. I care about Sabrina, I care about you, and I want your marriage to be everything that it illegal bahis siteleri can be. I recognized in you your latent submission, and I’ve helped you develop it. I’m doing the same with Sabrina’s dominance. Your desire to submit is ultimately an expression of love, affection and adoration for her. It is no secret that men have trouble expressing their emotions. Your submission to Sabrina’s authority is an expression of very strong emotions. Sabrina knows this and appreciates it. The more deeply and intensely you submit, the more she feels loved.”

“But what does that have to do with Carl? What’s that got to do with love?”

“Mark, your submission will evolve and grow, and her authority will as well. Right now you are both getting comfortable with your new roles and how to relate to each other. She’ll get increasingly comfortable with the freedom she has in the relationship. There will be milestones. These may be things she doesn’t even enjoy at first, but she’ll do them just to test you. Tell me, have you ever thought about what it would be like if she peed on you… or used a strap-on dildo on you?”

“No,” I answered.

“I think you’re lying. I want you to be honest with me, ok?”

“I guess I have thought about it.”

“Of course you have. You are submissive. These are both ritualistic expression of female authority and male submission. You could not help but have fantasized about these things. Cuckolding is the same. There is nothing more symbolic of her complete freedom and control and of your complete, uninhibited submission than to be with another man with your blessing. Understand that when she does this, it will be for you… it will be for both of you. She will know that it touches your soul in a way that nothing else can.”

“You talk about this as if she has already decided to do it.”

“Well she hasn’t. As far as I know, she doesn’t even know what cuckolding is yet. It will take a while to work up to this.”

“I don’t think she would ever go for this.”

“Mark, please. I’ve known your wife longer than you have. Did you know she fucked a black guy in college? In fact, she thought she was pregnant for almost a week.”

I said nothing.

“You didn’t know… did you? It’s ok. I didn’t think she would have shared that with you.”

“But we’re married now. I know her values.”

“But Mark, she’s going to be doing this for you. It’s going to be with your blessing. You don’t sound like you want this either, but eventually you will. I’ll wait until you are ready for this. I’ll wait until you come to me and ask me to help you become her cuckold before I put the idea into her head. But once you ask, that’s it. There will be no turning back. Is that fair?”

“I guess it is,” I replied.

“Oh, it is fair. But you will ask. I know you better than you do yourself. Mark, kneel down in front of me.”

I took a position at her feet. She looked down at me and smiled. I bowed my head, but she put her hand on my chin and lifted my eyes to her. “I saw the way you watched Carl and I today. I saw the way you sucked the cum off his fingers. You are going to ask me to help cuckold you. You are going to ask Carl to fuck your wife. I’m going to need your cooperation. I’m going to need you to remain open to learning more about this. You may have to watch Carl and me again. You may have to read some things on the internet. But I’ll keep my end of the deal. I won’t let it happen until you ask me to do it.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Now go buy that massage table.” I stood and started to leave.

“You will ask me,” said Kim.

I said nothing. I was deathly afraid that she was right.

***

It had been fully a month since I had purchased the massage table. About five or six nights a week I was giving Sabrina a massage. She was definitely becoming used to the idea of being pampered, and she was growing more bold in her confidence that I would obey her no matter what she asked me to do.

She had also become increasingly comfortable exercising her authority over me in front of Kim. Neither woman had any reservations about telling me to do any domestic chore or errand in front of the other. Sabrina would have me kneel to rub her feet in front of Kim, and Sabrina had me refer to both of them as Ma’am in the house. The two also took to spending time together outside the house without me, sometimes at night when they would go to restaurants and maybe bars together.

On one such night I had gone to bed and was awakened by Sabrina at 1:30 in the morning. She stood there looking very sexy in a short dress. I could tell she had been drinking. She pushed me onto my back and fumbled with the key to unlock my chastity device. She removed the device, not taking the care I would have to do it gently. “Go in the shower,” she told me. “Get the water going.”

I got out of bed, and still groggy, did as I was told. I came back and found her leaning against the bed taking off her clothes. “Go get in the shower and wait on your canlı bahis siteleri knees,” she shouted at me.

As I knelt in the shower, soaked with the rushing warm water, I wondered what was coming. She had been out all night with Kim. She hadn’t possibly been with another man? Kim hadn’t broken her promise and pushed her to cuckold me without my blessing… had she?

My eyes were closed as I waited for my wife to join me in the shower. Suddenly I sensed her presence and I felt her hand on my hair. She pushed my head back so that I was staring up at her pussy. It was hard to keep my eyes open as the water rushed down. She leaned down and kissed me then spoke into my ear. “I’ve got something for you. I think you’ll like this,” she said. She took her free hand and pushed the shower nozzle over to one side, so that the water no longer beat down on my face. “Now look up at me and open your mouth.”

As I did I saw and then felt my wife’s warm pee shoot onto my face. It was a strange sensation, stranger still for the intense sense of humiliation that swept over me. There was an initial stream which hit above my mouth and only trickled in. She then pushed her body against me, and the next stream shot into my mouth with a certain force, hitting the back of my throat and filling my mouth with the warm, salty liquid. There was a natural reflex not to swallow, and as the piss kept coming it was spilling out of the front of my mouth. She squeezed her thighs around my face and pushed my head backwards. I opened my throat and a rush of pee went down to my stomach. It was at once unpleasant but intensely erotic. I wanted more. She pulled away slightly for her final stream and it covered my face from my hairline to my chin. My cock, free from its cage and excited by this new experience, was rock hard.

In an instant the showerhead was focused back on me and Sabrina was dousing my hair with shampoo. I remained kneeling while she cleaned me up, going from the shampoo to a warm, soapy washcloth on my face. She followed her intense reminder of my submission with this affectionate reminder of my love. When she was done she leaned against the back of the shower, spreading her legs and ass and inviting me to enter her. I lasted only a couple of minutes, after which I went down on her and brought her to the orgasm she deserved.

Afterwards, she sat by the tub and I dried and brushed her hair. She said that she and Kim had gone out for a light dinner and drinks when they had run into some friends of Kim. She said that they had ended up hanging out, and she admitted that she had a few more drinks than might have been wise. She herself had been surprised at her boldness in coming home and initiating the golden shower that just took place, but she was glad that she did. She said it must have been a combination of the alcohol and the fact that she was feeling particularly horny that night.

This last comment made me curious. I let the conversation go in a couple of other very tame directions after sharing that I had also enjoyed the shower in the shower so to speak. Then I brought it back to her night out with Kim. “So,” I asked, “who were Kim’s friends? Anybody you had met before.”

“Well, one guy,” she said, still a bit tipsy. “Carl is his name. We’ve run into him a couple times. He’s a nice guy. He’s a personal trainer that both she and Daryl used to work out with.”

I thought this was an interesting coincidence. Kim might not have been pulling the trigger, but she was loading the gun. I wondered if I could stop it now even if I wanted to do so.

***

Kim had gotten up early as she had some errands to run. As such, she was at the table when Sabrina was there and I served the two of them coffee and some cinnamon rolls. Sabrina kissed me on the cheek as she headed off to work, leaving only Kim and I sitting there together.

“So Valentines Day is coming up in two weeks, have you thought about what you’re going to buy your wife?”

“Not really,” I answered.

“Good. Because I’ve already bought the present you’re going to give her. It’s in a bag under my bed. Go up and get it.”

I scrambled up the stairs and leaned down to look under the bed. Underneath there was a large paper bag. I shouldn’t say that I was shocked at what I saw inside. It was a black strap-on dildo. The harness was some sort of vinyl that had a belt for wrapping around the woman’s waist and thighs. Inside the harness fit a relatively small-sized dildo. Small as it was, it was sure as hell larger than anything that had ever gone up my ass. The largest thing to date was a thermometer or maybe a doctor’s finger, but it looked like that was destined to change. Also in the bag was what I now know to be called a butt plug, a bottle of lubricant, and a pack of disposable enema bags.

I walked downstairs with the bag and presented myself to Kim.

“The strap-on, that’s the gift,” she said. “The enema kits…those are for you to give yourself early evening on Valentines Day. The butt plug is for you to wear leading up to then and all day long on Valentines Day. You need to get yourself stretched out so that it’s easy for you and her to make this work. Go put it in right now. Oh, and she doesn’t need to know about either the enema or the butt plug.”

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Finally. Friday afternoon. Rebecca was more impatient than she had ever been. It was now just a matter of minutes before Chris would ring the doorbell.

Two weeks had passed since Rebecca and Chris talked to each other for the first time. Since then, they had talked on the phone every single day. A lot about sex, obviously, but other things too. They had pretty much shared everything there was to know about themselves with each other.

When she was about to meet him for real, it almost felt like he was already her boyfriend. She did not like the idea of a distance relationship however, she firmly believed that you could not be in a relationship with a person you have not met face to face, but somehow it felt like they had actually met before.

Rebecca had planned her last pumpings so that her tits would be full by the time Chris arrived. It was not necessary but to her it was important. Chris had seen her tits lots of times by now so this was no first impression thing, she just wanted to have as much milk ready for him as possible. And now when he could be there any minute Rebecca’s tits felt like they were about to burst. Though she was not really sure if it was because they were really full or because she was impatient to finally let Chris suck on them, or perhaps a combination of both.

At first she had seriously considered to be topless, then she said to herself that it was a silly idea and she was an idiot for even coming up with it. Instead she ended up wearing a grey tank top but no bra, all to make it as pleasing as possible to Chris. He would obviously suck her tits no matter what, but her deep cleavage and hard nipples poking through would hopefully make it happen a lot sooner.

Then the doorbell rang, and Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat. She forced herself to wait for a few seconds, she did not want to make it obvious that she had done nothing but waiting for him for the last thirty minutes. She opened the door and there he was, a man almost a head taller than her with brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was even more handsome in real life.

“Hi, Chris!” she found herself almost shouting at him, but he did not seem bothered.

“Hello, Rebecca.” he said with a natural smile and took a step into her apartment. Without saying illegal bahis anything he gave her a hug, and she did not hesitate to hug him back. It was not the kind of hug you give someone acquainted. It was rather the kind of hug you give someone you hold dear but have not met in a long time. They had not met before, but to Rebecca it felt like they had always known each other.

They were standing there for quite a while, just holding their arms around one another. She felt great. Perhaps a little too great, for she soon started to feel something she was all too familiar with: her tits started to leak. They let go and noticed that her milk had not only stained her top, but Chris’ shirt as well.

“Is that your way of saying that you’re happy to see me?” he asked jokingly, smiling much wider than he did before.

“I’m sorry,” she said, but she was not. “They’re so full right now.”

His eyes were fixed on her chest and she could tell by the look on his face that he was dying to get a taste of it. She did not want to miss this opportunity for anything in the world. Not letting a second go to waste, she reached up and kissed him and in the very same instant she took her hand and placed it on her breast. There was no objection to this, she could soon feel a hand on her other breast as well.

He was not a very good kisser but she did not mind, for he sure knew how to handle her engorged tits. His palms gently caressed them, moving across her bust in large but slow motions, eventually stopping to let his thumbs go in circles around her nipples. By the time he got to this latter point, Rebecca threw her head back and gave out a loud moan. His hand had not touched her skin yet but she was already overwhelmed by sensation. He kissed her cheek, then slowly made his way down her neck while his hands tenderly pinched her nipples. Her body shivered. This was too much. She could not wait any longer.

She grabbed his wrist and led him to the bedroom. She told him to take off his shirt and lay down on the bed, to which he quickly obliged and as she watched him do so she finally understood that this was not just another of her fantasies. And she was going to drain him harder than he had ever been drained before.

Chris had just placed his head on illegal bahis siteleri the pillow when Rebecca removed her wet top, revealing to him her enormous leaking tits. She then took off her trousers and panties in one go before letting him have one long good look at her completely naked body.

“Oh my god!” Chris moaned. “You’re so beautiful, Rebecca.”

She grabbed his pants by the knees and started to pull them off him and a few seconds later his hard cock sprung up and landed on his stomach, and then his balls came out in full view. Rebecca gawked. She had already seen his balls many times, but to see them like this was something completely different. She leaned over and grabbed one of them. It was so big that it completely filled her hand and it made her dizzy to feel how heavy it was, knowing a large part of that weight was cum.

“I hope you have a lot stored up for me.” she said without letting her eyes off his balls.

“I’ve been saving it all day for you. They’re so fucking full.” He knew what she wanted and the way he said it made him sound really desperate to give it to her. There was no need for him to worry, Rebecca was already planning to make him cum more than once.

She crawled up and straddled him. She was already so hellishly horny and dripping wet that he could, with relative ease, slide into her. They both sighed in delight as his manhood slowly filled her up. Despite the fact that she was turned on like never before, she felt both calm and satisfied in this very moment. She took a few seconds to breathe it all in, and then she started to ride him. Her full breasts laid heavily on his chest. Now, she thought, it was time for her to feed this hungry beast.

“Chris, suck on my udders. I want you to milk me.”

He grabbed Rebecca’s swollen tits and got right to it, his mouth milking one while his hand milked the other, all while she gently rode his cock. Her milk started to flow instantly. She tried to maintain a slow pace, but the sight of him sucking on her breasts and the sound of him gulping made it very difficult. She intended to fuck him harder eventually, but she wanted to let him peacefully enjoy her milk for a while.

She could not hold it for long, she soon started to increase the speed. Chris canlı bahis siteleri responded by sucking more intensely, swallowing ounce after ounce of her sweet creamy milk, and she could tell that he loved it. She loved it too. As his mouth, hand and cock pleasured her at the same time she felt that she was slowly approaching climax. Her tits were not uncomfortably full anymore but she still had a lot more to give him. She was impressed by his determination. It seemed to her that he intended to drain them completely, which aroused her even more.

The tempo of her riding continued to increase, steadily. The harder she fucked him the closer she got to orgasm, and the closer she got the harder she wanted to fuck him. All of a sudden she started to think about his balls, and how they were filling up with even more cum right now. Considering how much they produced she wondered if she would get him to a point where there simply was not room for any more.

Having climax within reach, the thought of his insane load made her go att full speed. And so did he. His sucking got fierce, as if he was afraid he would never get to drink her milk again. He moaned between the gulps, gradually louder. He was also getting close.

“Oh fuck, Chris, I’m cumming!”

Her whole body trembled in waves of uttermost pleasure when she finally reached her peak. The muscles failed her and the world became blurred before her eyes as she screamed wordlessly for him to give her more. In the heat of the moment his hands let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips to push her limits even further. He took full command and started to ram her pussy with his big cock. Her arms could no longer support her and she fell down on him while he kept shoving himself deep inside her, over and over again.

Then he stopped abruptly, and she felt him shiver throughout the entire body. His hands grabbed her hips harder, then he pulled out.

“Shit!” she could hear him say through a groan before she felt the first spurt of his load land on her back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his heavy breathing and the subtle sound of cum splattering the sheets when he emptied his cramped balls. The incredible amount that only he could muster spread across her bed, her back, legs and ass. She could not imagine how great it must have felt for him to unleash this day’s worth of sperm.

“I’m sorry. I tried to hold back.” he panted when his orgasm finally subsided.

“Don’t worry, Chris.” She kissed him. “We can do it again in a few hours.”

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