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Chris was a year through a two year photographic course at university, he had finally gotten to the interesting stuff, he had always wanted to be a glamour photographer and was now able to realise the first part of his dream. The next project he was to work on was to feature a live nude model. Chris thought that the university would supply the model and was shocked to learn that he would have to find one, the university said that it was part of the learning curve to have to find their own models.

Chris found out that the usual fee for a model was in excess of £10 per hour, knowing that the course required at least ten rolls of film, from which to select his portfolio, he knew he would need a model for at least ten hours, maybe more if you included the setting up of the set, he knew he couldn’t afford this as he had already blown most of his grant on equipment and booze, well he had to have fun and unwind. He asked a few of the other students if they would pose for him but to no prevail. He went back to his mums home for a weekend break, depressed as he had only another two weeks until his completed portfolio had to be handed in.

He arrived home on a Friday evening, to be greeted by his parents and two older sisters, also on a break from their own universities. His oldest sister, Helen, was 20, and had a great body. The middle sibling, Kerry, was 18, and also had a nice body, but not as well built as her elder sister. Chris himself was 18, and the youngest. He had always gotten on well with both of his sisters and they knew all was not well with him.

They took him out for a meal on the Saturday night and quizzed him on why he was so miserable, he told them of his problem adding that his course was to be cut next term, and only the top ten, of twenty-five currently, would keep their places, and so this assignment was crucial for his dream of being a glamour photographer. They asked why he couldn’t get a model, he explained his lack of money, and they sympathised, they both had gone through the same money troubles during their first years at uni. They had both taken on jobs to help with study costs, but knew that Chris’s college didn’t allow first year students to take on jobs, as the tutors thought it would affect their studies.

Chris was miserable throughout the weekend, and no matter how much the girls tried, they could not shake him out of it. They hatched a plan, they loved their brother and it cut them as much as it did him to see him so unhappy. On Sunday afternoon the girls approached him, telling him to bring his equipment over to Helen’s flat on the Tuesday night, he asked what was the point, but they insisted and he told them he would be there.

On Tuesday, Chris made his way over to Helen’s flat, laden down with his camera bags and tripod. Entering her flat he was welcomed by Kerry, she said that Helen was in the shower and would be out in a moment. He settled down on the couch with a coffee and asked Kerry why he had İyte Escort Bayan been told to bring his cameras, he visited them often, but never with his equipment. Kerry said that they were going to help out their little brother, he hated being called that and frowned at her, she laughed and apologised, he was always quick to forgive her she flashed him her winning smile, she could be forgiven most things if she smiled as she said it.

Helen came out the bathroom, dressed only in a towel, ‘Jesusss… sis!’ said Chris, ‘flash em at me why don’t ya’, he laughed, he was used to getting glimpses of his sisters as they wandered around his parents home while they were growing up, and they didn’t bother to cover up as he’d seen it all before. Helen was well blessed in the boob department, having D cup boobs above a slim frame, making them look even bigger. Her hair was a mousy brown colour, falling down her shoulders to end just below them.

Kerry had a good body, nice pert B cup boobs, and an equally trim body, her head was covered with a mane of golden blonde hair reaching halfway down her back, Kerry also had a round ass. Chris liked a round ass and was always sneaking glances at it as she waltzed around with next to nothing on. Helen told Chris that they had agreed between them to help him out, as he had already seen them naked it shouldn’t be a problem for them to pose for him, so he could get over this depression, and keep his place on the course. Chris was taken aback, he had seen them naked, but taking pictures of them naked worried him, he wasn’t sure it was right, taking pictures of his sisters in the nude. Both sisters reminded him how important this assignment was, and he decided he had little choice.

Helen was to pose first, and she went into her bedroom to change into some of her lingerie, she returned dressed in a white teddy with g-string knickers, and hold-up stockings. ‘Wow, sis you look fantastic!’ Chris commented, she just laughed, ‘Don’t I always?’ she asked. He had to agree but she wasn’t usually wearing so little that he could make out every curve of her body, he could clearly make out her pubic hair through the almost sheer g-string, and her hardening nipples were pushing against the cups of her thin teddy.

Helen didn’t seem bothered by this and got herself comfortable on the sofa as Chris set up some lights and put film in his camera. When everything was ready, Chris pointed the camera at his sister and started taking pictures, she changed her poses as he directed and seemed happy, Chris became more at ease and started telling her to adopt more erotic poses, as she dropped the straps of her teddy the top of her boobs came into view, stopping her before she revealed her nipples, he snapped away, he took a deep breath and asked her to let it fall, revealing her hardened nipples, sitting on top of her large pink aureole, he found his mouth drying up as he took in the sight before him, he had İyte Escort seen her naked before, but now he was seeing her as an attractive model, not as his sister. This allowed his instructions to flow more readily, now seeing her as a model, and not as his sister.

By the end of the second roll of film he had her naked, taking in the sight of her lightly haired pussy as well as her erect nipples. Kerry seemed to be enjoy encouraging both her sister to pose more erotically, as well as telling her brother to get in closer for some close ups of Helen’s open pussy. Helen’s pussy wasn’t just open, it was wet.

A point not lost on Chris, he found his own body responding to this, his breath becoming shallower, his hands clammy, and his cock hardening. Kerry was the first to notice this, she teased Chris, pointing to his bulge, saying to Helen that he was enjoying himself, Helen just smiled, but didn’t close her legs. In fact she gladly went on to her hands and knees for Chris to shoot some of her ass and wide open pussy from the rear, gladly opening her legs wider than her brother had instructed. All too soon though, Chris has shot his five rolls of Helen, and it was now Kerry’s turn.

Kerry returned from the bedroom dressed only in a lace half-cup bra, g-string knickers, and hold ups. The whole outfit was a nice pale blue, and set her blonde hair and firm body off nicely. Chris and Helen both whistled as she came over to the sofa, Helen commented that her outfit showed more than it covered, Kerry said she’d bought it specially, as she didn’t usually bother with underwear, laughing as she clocked Chris’s reaction to this confession. Helen went off to make a coffee as Chris started to shoot Kerry, by the time she returned, he had her down to her knickers, Kerry’s small, orange shaped boobs were smaller than her own, but equally beautiful.

Instead of sitting on the other chair, as Kerry had done while Helen had been posing, Helen decided to stand by the side of her brother, getting his view of the action. As Kerry slipped off her knickers, she could see how turned on she was getting, her arousal obvious by the moistness of her pussy lips, shining in the bright lights. Helen could see her brother having the same reaction to his younger sister as he had to her, his trousers were clearly tenting out as his erection grew.

Helen lent over to whisper in her brothers ear, ‘So Kerry’s getting you hot then babes?’, Chris didn’t answer, his expression said it all, his eyes were almost glazed, and his voice was croaky as he instructed his sister on her poses. As he got Kerry to turn onto her hands and knees and pose as Helen had previously, she held her pussy open, glancing over her shoulder, as Helen reached for his bulge, squeezing it gently, Chris didn’t move, he knew it wasn’t right, but his hormones were telling him not to object, so far his only sexual contacts had been quick fumbles with girls in college, and he’d only Escort İyte had sex once, fully, and that hadn’t lasted long.

Helen’s hand started to rub at his crotch as Kerry started to rotate her ass slowly, both girls now teasing him. Chris turned to look at Helen, she looked him in the eyes and told him she’d stop if he wanted her to. He couldn’t summon up the words, and if he could’ve his dry throat wouldn’t have let him say it.

Helen moved her hand to his zipper, finding the catch, she pulled it down, undoing the waist and let his trousers drop to the floor, the only thing saving his modesty were his boxers, they too were pulled down, his cock bobbed in front of him, Helen took hold of it, commenting that he’d grown since she last saw him naked. Kerry was now on her back, her fingers still holding her pussy open, sliding a finger along her glistening lips, rubbing her juices over her clitty.

Helen slowly rubbed her hand up and down her brother’s shaft, looking him straight in the eyes as he watched his other sister pulling her pussy lips apart, pushing first one, then two fingers in her wet pussy. Chris was lost to the lust of the situation, and let Helen lead him over to Kerry, pushing him to the floor beside her. Kerry took hold of his cock, pulling his foreskin back, before dropping her face over it and taking his cock in her mouth. While Kerry sucked on Chris’s cock, Helen removed her robe and joined them on the floor.

Helen went to her brother’s face and pulled his lips to meet her own, kissing him on the lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth, before he responded back, pushing his own tongue back into hers, not sure whether to concentrate on the kiss, or the pleasure he was receiving from his other sister’s mouth.

He decided to let things flow, and as he felt his cum rising he felt Helen’s finger pushing into his tight asshole, sending him over the edge, his spunk slashing his sister’s face as she tried to put it back into her mouth, tasting his fluids, before swallowing him and cleaning his cock, leaving it slick with saliva. Kelly lay back and pulled him to her wet pussy, forcing his face into the sweet scented opening, his tongue snaking into his sisters pussy, licking for all he was worth.

Helen meanwhile wanking his cock back to hardness, before Kelly pulled him on top of her, demanding that he fuck her as hard as he could. Chris hammered into her, ramming his cock as far as he could, forcing yelps out of Kelly’s mouth. She turned him over, mounting him, allowing room for Helen to sit over his face, plunging his tongue into her while Kelly pounded up and down on him. All three came together, Helen’s pussy juices nearly making him choke, as he filled Kelly’s pussy with his spunk.

During the next two hours, Chris took both his sisters, and enjoyed every minute of it. Afterwards, both girls agreed that this was to be a one off, but he actually met up with both of them, separately for further sex sessions, and after selecting the tamer pictures, actually passed the assignment. Eventually passing the course, before becoming a photographer for a top fashion magazine. Eventually, Chris married, but still met each of his sisters on occasion to fulfil their incestuous desires.

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I was left for target practice for a long time. I only got out of my position to restock the darts, or to fetch drinks. Chris and Rob just talked, and I didn’t even try to pay attention to what they went over. I just stood there in misery. I was such a tool, an object, just a playtoy for them. I couldn’t believe how my life had turned out. I used to be a big shot, getting girls to fuck (pretty easily as well). Now, I crawled around, got fucked, sucked dick. How far I had fallen. If I could just escape Chris’s control, I knew I could get my life back. Beat up that pissant Mike to keep him quiet. Move. But I couldn’t find a way to get out. So I was stuck.

My balls hurt. They ached deep and I can’t believe they did all that to me. Pulling weights, hopping with weights. What hurt even worse than the physical pain was the fact they had made me do it just by ordering me too. I had no ability to resist them, as standing here getting shot with little toy guns proved.

Chris got up and went into the house. Rob shot at me, as he no longer had conversation to distract him. I was picking up the most recent round when Chris came back out. He snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot just in front of him. “Kneel here.” He was standing by the chair he had occupied before.

“Yes, Master.” I obeyed. Chris started to take off my collar. I knew better than to think it would be good for me.

“Time for a new collar.” Chris said, putting a new one on. So far, not any worse. Chris sat back on his chair. I was kneeling before the two men. Chris moved his thumb on an object in his hand and suddenly an electric bolt shot through me from the neck. I fell to the ground, screaming.

They both laughed. I was clawing at my collar trying to get it off. My fingers wouldn’t work on it. I dimly knew that I was under orders to wear a collar at the house, so I wouldn’t be allowed by my own body to take it off.

“Stop trying to get it off asshole. Kneel back up.” Chris ordered.

“Yes, Master. What is this thing?” I was surly.

“It’s your new shock collar. It replaces your old one from now on. It’s purpose is two-fold. One, I can just zap you anytime I want.” His thumb moved and I shuddered. “Secondly, it’s hooked up to your phone. When you get a text, it will go off. You’ll need to check your phone then. See, I’ve set up a Dial-A-Fag service. You’re the fag.”

Rob chuckled “I was wondering how you were going to do that.”

Chris continued, after giving Rob a conspiratorial wink. “The guys from the other night all have your number. Anytime they want you, they will send a text. You’ll do anything they want. And I mean anything. Plus you will be happy to service them, and enthusiastic.”

“Master, I can’t do that. They’ll have me running everywhere.” I said back.

“Not my problem. Your problem. You will find a way to do everything. They don’t have to worry about your schedule. You do. If you are late or are sucking someone else off, it’s up to you to find a way to make it up the the man. You will even offer to let them punish you. By the way, none of this reduces your duties around here. Or to me. You will keep it up. If I want to fuck you and you’re off servicing some other dude, you will have to deal with the consequences.” Chris had an evil grin on his Çeşmealtı Escort face as he laid down my new rules.

“Master, that will be impossible. I’ll never be able to do it all.” I was near panic. Chris used me a lot, and I had to keep up the house and be sure he got his meals. Not to mention being whatever sexual plaything he wanted at whatever time he felt like. Shit! What would happen to me? Plus what if someone texted me while I was at work?

“Again, not my problem slave.” Chris said, with a note of finality. “Just do it. Strong man like you it shouldn’t be a problem.”

The collar shocked me again. I crumbled. Chris hadn’t hit the button. What was it? Damn, it must be a text.

“You can go get your phone.” Chris said, glancing at his. “That was Travis. He’s first in line for Dial-A-Fag.” I must have had a puzzled looked on my face as I got up, because he continued. “I tapped into your phone. I know what texts you get and send. Now get going, you don’t want to keep a man waiting. I was nice to you. I loaded their addresses in.”

“Yes, Master.” I rushed to get to my phone. The message was from Travis “Just did a run, got a nasty case of swamp-ass. Get over here and take care of it before my shower.”

My fingers flew in response “Yeah! I’m so looking forward to it BRT!!!” I groaned to myself. How stupid I must seem. I got into shorts and a tee shirt, put on some tennis shoes and headed for my car. I used the GPS to go to Travis’s apartment.

Dreading what I was about to do, I climbed the stairs, then knocked on the door. A moment later it opened. As it did, a smile grew on my face. When I saw Travis, I said, not wanting to but as ordered “I’m so glad I’ll be able to do something for you. I’ll take good care of your swamp-ass, I promise.” I went in and dropped to my knees, shuffling to get to his backside.

Travis was still in his running shorts, but wasn’t wearing a shirt. He had a great body. He seemed to do more weight lifting than running. “Get at it, boy.” Travis said, closing the door.

“Yes, Sir!” I stuck my nose into his crack through the fabric, taking a big whiff. I wanted to gag, but instead my hands reached up to peel down his shorts. When I got them past his knees, I put my face into his crack and started licking. Big, long licks. I was cleaning out swamp-ass, not pleasuring a hole.

I worked earnestly to clean up every bit of sweat he had between his cheeks. From the sounds I was making, you would have thought I was having the best meal of my life. My mind was recoiling from my actions, but there was nothing I could do about it. Travis seemed to be enjoying it as well, based on the sounds of pleasure coming out of him.

I went at him for a while, getting every inch of his skin in and around his crack. I even reached and lapped up around his taint. I couldn’t stop until he decided I could, so I just kept going.

“OK, that’s enough. Get out, I’ve got a fuck buddy coming over in half an hour.” Travis pulled away, just walked out of his shorts and was heading towards his bathroom.

I got up and reached for the door. “Thank you for using me, Sir. Please text me anytime you want anything.” I sounded so faggy. Well, I guess that was the point. He didn’t even turn around Çeşmealtı Escort Bayan or say anything. I let myself out.

Back in my car, I just sat there, my head bowed. I felt so fucking low. I had been ordered to this guy’s place to lick out his ass and was just dismissed when he was through with me. My balls still hurt. I was in a situation I could not escape from, having to obey half a dozen men in any way they wanted.

Almost unconsciously, I started up the car and headed back to the house I shared with Chris. I took my time, not even hitting the speed limit. I seemed to be able to do this much. Little victories, I guess. My phone pinged with a text. Fuck. I glanced at it, and pulled into a parking lot to read it. Josh was using the Dial-A-Fag service that I did all the work for: “I need to fuck someone. And bring me a six-pack of beer.”

“& I need a FUCKING! Beer & ass OTW!” My texts were so stupid. I switched my direction to his place and stopped at a store to get a six-pack of beer. Damn, I was going to deliver my ass and booze on a plate. I was pathetic.

I pulled into a spot outside of Josh’s building. I grabbed the beer and started for his door. I felt like shit, but when the door opened, my face broke into a wide grin, and I lifted the beer up to my face “Guess what comes with this?”

Josh gave an amused half-laugh. He was looking at me like I would to an 18 year old trying to pick me up. You know the kind, the ones who have had sex once or twice and can’t hold in the the idea that they might fuck a real man. I felt like a fool. A total fool.

I took the beer to the fridge, pulling one out to deliver to Josh, who had lounged on the couch, one leg on the floor, the other up to the far armrest.

I handed him the beer, “I’m so excited you’re going to fuck me. I want you to really ram it into me.” I was pulling off my clothes, he must think I’m raring to go. He looked at me over his bottle like I was amusing him. I kept up the amusement by shaking my dick and moving my fingers to my ass “I need you in me, please fuck me!” I pumped my meat to show him I was serious.

“Get my pants off.” He said so calmly, like he didn’t have a horny whore naked in front of him.

“Yeah!” I knelt down and started pulling them off. He had a condescending look on his face, enjoying his dominance over me. I pulled on his pants like I was desperate. “Gotta get these off, gotta get fucked.”

Josh gave another half-laugh. His cock was out, I dove for it and put the whole thing in my mouth, since it wasn’t fully hard yet. I got to work, and he responded quickly. It’s one thing to get your dick sucked, it’s another to have someone desperately sucking it. It would put any man on top of the world. We all like to think our penis is the center of the universe, and it really puts the bone in it when someone is treating it like that. I was slobbering all over it like it was the tastiest thing I’d ever had. I was making the sluttiest noises over it, gobbling on it, forcing it deep in my throat, licking it, gagging. My hands braced me as I worshipped his meat. I hated what I was doing, I hated Josh for having the dick I was sucking, and I really hated Chris for making me do all this.

I put more into my work, he Escort Çeşmealtı just laid back and took it, swigging on his beer. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. Well, he didn’t know the torture this all was for me, so what did it matter to him? I pushed down and stayed with this cock lodged in my throat, my nose on his pubes. I noticed he trimmed, so it wasn’t a wild bush. I coughed forcing my face to stay in his crotch, finally coming up only when I had to have some air.

When I went to get back on, he pushed me away “Bend over that arm.” He indicated the side of the couch. I virtually slung myself over it, reaching back to pull my ass cheeks apart.

“Put it in, I need a good fuck so bad.” I wiggled my ass.

“Crazy bitch.” He used one hand to hold me still and another to guide is big prong into me. He didn’t stop putting it in until he was fully sheathed in me. He just stayed there, taking his hand off my back. I started to grind around. He let me work on his cock a bit then began to pull back and push in with some real force. Air escaped my lungs the first time, and I had to struggle to get my breathing in a pattern that matched his thrusts. He wasn’t concerned about if I liked it or got any pleasure, he was just out for a fuck. My hard cock was crushed on the fabric of the couch arm. Damn Chris, he had ordered me to be hard when I serviced guys, so I was, no matter how uncomfortable it was at times like this.

Josh leaned over me, putting even more power behind his pistoning of my ass. I was having to brace against whatever I could to keep in place. It was like he was going to war on my ass. Really ripping into it. I was letting grunts out like a pig. I felt his hand grab the back of my neck and squeeze. He couldn’t choke me that way, so it just hurt.

His whole body was into it. This wasn’t just the usual hip-fucking, every pound of him, every muscle was into it. He was like ocean waves in a storm, slamming into me over and over again. I was being rutted out like a cheap bitch. I swear the sofa moved. He increased speed. I don’t know how, he was already going so fast. Then he started shooting in me. His thrusts went from fast and deep to just deep. When he stopped, he just stopped. I didn’t move. I was too short of breath to say anything.

Josh’s dick came out of my ass with an audible pop, and he crashed back on the couch. I knew my duty, and moved around to clean his cock off. I hated this part. I hated all the parts. As I finished, I was circling my tongue on the tip of of his dick and I looked up at him. “Thank you for fucking me.”

“Yeah. I’m done. Get me a beer and get out.” Josh dismissed me like he was deleting a watched show on the DVR.

“You bet!” I bounced up. Sheez, why was I having to be so happy about all this. I got his beer and served it to him. I rushed to put on my clothes and head for the door. “Don’t forget, I’m Dial-A-Fag, and just a text away!” Josh just waved at me like I was a bug.

Once on the other side of the door, my chipper attitude evaporated. I trudged to my car. How much of my time was going to be taken up servicing these guys? And I had to do all the stuff Chris assigned me at the house as well. My programming wouldn’t let me shirk any of it, so it would have to get done.

I made it to the house. Both Rob and Chris’s cars were gone. I let myself in, stripped and put my new shock collar on. I let out a sigh. Even though I was alone in the house, I had duties. I needed to get to cleaning. I had to make sure I had all of it done as soon as possible in case I got called away again. I hated Chris.

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Now, I could sit here and bore you with every other little detail. How I got where I’m at in my 45 years of life. How I’m a rather tall guy with handsome features. I could also tell you about all my failed relationships but all of this would take forever.

I could also tell you about how I built my company from the ground up, creating one of the most successful companies on the west coast or the entire country for that matter. I could also tell you that the lack of confidence is something I know absolutely nothing about. No, we’ll skip all that.

Instead let me tell you about something that I allowed myself to indulge in. Something that I haven’t done in years…

As I said I have a very successful business. I work hard and long hours so what little time I have for a private life is limited. By my mid-thirties I had already gone through two failed engagements. Both of the very hot and very intelligent young ladies figured out that a lifetime with me would be a lifetime of playing number two to my business which has always been number one.

I can’t say that both breakups didn’t make me sad but once I hit my next goal, reached another business high or crushed a competitor I quickly forgot about them. No sir, for me, it’s always been about work.

Next, I hire everyone, race means nothing to me. I don’t give a shit about your skin color, just get the job done. That’s all that matters. Religion? As long as you aren’t trying to get me into your way of finding peace, I could care less how you find it. Say your prayers and get the job done.

Last but not least, who you love or how you love doesn’t matter to me. As long as it’s legal and nobody gets hurt, have at it. I myself don’t give a shit what you are as long as you behave how I want you to behave in bed. Thats all that matters to me. Again, just perform. Being bisexual is not something that I wave a flag for. I’m very discreet and very private about it and I never, ever mix business and pleasure. Ever.

But if you know me, you have probably figured out my sexual proclivities or at the very least you have a strong hunch. First of all, I don’t have a secretary, I have a male assistant. I only consider college grads that specialize in my business’s particular field. Like I said I’m tall but for some reason my assistants always seem to be petite with what some may call feminine features.

Such is the case with Samuel or as I call him Sam. He had only been with me for a few months and he was about to handle his first full fledged battle trip. I had set my sites on a start up in L.A. and I had to have it. To me these little companies are like precious jewels. Find the right one and snatch it up, develop it a bit more and then sell it for double, triple what you paid for it.

The reason I call it a battle trip and not just a business trip is because the people that own these little start ups don’t always want to let them go. So, as the infamous line in the movie states, “I make them an offer they can’t refuse.”

Or something like that…

The first couple of days of the trip started off very uneventful. The days went as planned and there were never any surprises. My team of lawyers, accountants and partners kicked ass. They were fantastic all week, on point, ahead of the curve as it were. Sam was on point as well. It was as if he knew what I was going to ask for before I asked, well done Sam. I got everything that I wanted and more before finally closing the deal.

I immediately informed my team that this merger meant they could expect to be well compensated come bonus time and since it was already late in the afternoon, they could stay the night and go out, enjoy L.A. on me. For the amount of money they had just made me, it was the least I could do.

I turned and looked at Sam, “Hey I know I can be an asshole but you did great. Go have some fun and stop being such a tight ass. You make me nervous.”

“I’m good sir and if it’s just the same to you I think I’ll stay in so that everything is ready for check out tomorrow.” With that he smiled and went on his way. I couldn’t help to think that there was something wrong with him.

Eventually, I returned to my suite, walking in just as Sam was getting ready to go into his room. Yes, we share a suite but it’s not what you think…

I have one bedroom and he gets’ the other bedroom. I set it up like this every trip strictly for business reasons. If in the late hours of the night I get an epiphany and it stirs me from my slumber. I get up instantly and figure out how to use it to my advantage.

Therefore, the last thing I want to do is wait for my fucking assistant to answer his phone, get the sleep out of his eyes and stumble down the corridor to get to my room. If we’re sharing a suite all I have to do is yell and he pops out of his bedroom and we’re instantly at the table working.

As I stood there I couldn’t help but admire how nice he looked. Sam is a small, well-kept 25 yr. old young man. I’m guessing 5’5″, maybe and a very tight body so I know he works out, he has to. Sandy Kuşçular Escort brown hair and blue eyes, not that I’ve noticed or anything.

“Everything ok sir?” His question bringing me back to the now.

“Yes Sam, everything is just fine.” Yeah, I was admiring him but I wasn’t about to let him know that he caught me off guard. Then without another word and just like that he was in his room, door closed, gone.

“Strange little guy,” I thought to myself.

I was exhausted and after a good nap I went for a run and swim then a quick shower afterwards. Thinking that I was alone I headed out into the living area of the suite with only a towel around my waist and one over my head as I dried my hair off. I stood there contemplating my evening when much to my surprise Sam steps out of his room.

“I thought you were out?” I said with a quick glance.

“No sir, I decided to stay in and like I said, make sure that everything is ready for us when we leave in the morning.” It’s always the little things that have impressed me about Sam. His attention to detail was just one of the reasons that had started me to think that he wouldn’t be my assistant much longer. Like my other past assistants, I’d probably have to promote him too.

He was wearing a white t shirt and white pajama pants that accented a very nice pair of legs and even nicer bottom. Sam had curves and very soft features complimented by a nice tight body.

Once again, I must have lost track of myself. I was looking into his eyes for just a moment too long. Instantly he broke eye contact and looked down at the floor as he fidgeted with some papers that he was holding onto. I stood there, pretending not to notice throwing the towel over my head, drying my hair. I knew that he was still in the room, I could hear him fidgeting.

“I was going to go out myself but I changed my mind. How bout I hang out with you instead.” Allowing the towel to hang over my neck as I finished my sentence, I gazed up, he was looking at me.

Just as he was starting to blush, his eyes lowered, pausing to gaze at the towel around my waist. I didn’t realize it but I was starting to get hard. I didn’t have to look because his facial expression and the sensation from my cock said it all. I’m a rather above average man when it comes to my cock and I’m sure that the towel around my waist wasn’t holding it back.

I knew that gaze, that look and even though it had been a few years since I allowed myself to enjoy a man, I was starting to want this one…

“Come here.” I called out.

“Sir?’ His response, in a soft voice.

“It’s ok, come here…” I repeated.

I watched him as he took the steps necessary to stand in front of me. I reached out, taking his face in my hands I could hear a gentle gasp escape his mouth as I pulled him close until he was on the front of his feet, I lowered my face to his. I kissed him. A soft gentle kiss barely allowing myself to put any pressure on those soft full lips.

It was right then that I noticed, Sam has wonderful kissing lips, big and full. I continued kissing him, gently pushing his lips apart with mine. Until, finally, he was returning my kiss with his open mouth, I made sure not slip my tongue in his mouth. If he wanted my tongue, he would have to come for it.

I didn’t have to wait long. Sam slipped his tongue in my mouth and slid his hands around my back pulling himself up to me as I pushed his tongue back into his mouth and allowed myself to tongue fuck him. Now he was on the tips of his toes, his head tilted back and the sounds of our lips smacking while we kissed and kissed.

Without breaking the kiss, reaching down, I picked him up in my arms. Cradling him, carrying him into his room. Carefully turning the door handle as I held him, kissing him. As the handle turned, I kicked open the door and made my way to his bed. Putting him down by the side of the bed, positioning him in front of me as I removed my towel before sitting on the edge.

I moved my feet, my knees apart then taking his hand I positioned him between my legs. He quickly began kissing me again. Reaching down I grabbed his shirt, breaking our kiss so that I could pull it off of him I was pleasantly surprised.

Sam was smooth, nicely tanned with a firm toned body. Oh, and those nipples, they caught my attention.

Beautiful nipples on top of large tan, areolas. With his level of excitement at that moment, his areolas were swollen. “Sam has puffy’s.” I thought to myself. I instantly took one then the other in my mouth. I was suckling his nipples as he tilted his head back, pushing his nipples into my mouth. He began moaning and whimpering and my cock? Rock hard.

Pushing his body forward he could feel my cock pressing against him and that was all he needed. Sam began lowering himself, taking those wonderful puffy’s away from me. He was kissing my face, my neck, my throat and finally making his way to my chest.

I’ve always made sure to take care of myself, stay in shape, Karate, that sort of thing. Escort Not because I want to look good or be a bad ass. I do it because I’m afraid of death. The big hairy, chiseled, muscular chest is just a wonderful coincidence of my fear.

I allowed him to suckle my nipples, briefly. Allowing anyone to fondle my nipples is not my thing. I gently pushed him away from my nipples, which caused him to pout, he looked precious I thought to myself. However, that cute little pout was instantly replaced by a soft gasp as his eyes caught sight of my now fully erect cock.

Just like that, he was on his knees and with his mouth on my cock. I leaned back catching myself and tilting my head back as he worked my cock with his tongue and his lips. I was impressed, Sam was really good cock sucker, he didn’t try to take it into his mouth right away. He was patient.

Again, attention to detail…

He went slow, sliding his tongue all over the head of my cock and flicking the tip of his tongue across my pee hole. Playing with it. Like how I play with a woman’s clit, when I start to go down on some really nice pussy. Then he began suckling my cock as if it was a big lollipop.

I watched as he started the process of opening his mouth to allow the head of my cock in. The sight of his mouth stretching, the head of my cock pushing its way into his slobbering, wet mouth, it was obscene.

With one hand on the shaft and my cock in his mouth he began…

Try as hard as he may, he could only fit half of my cock into his mouth. He wasn’t going fast, he was being deliberate, slow. Taking care to properly suck my cock. I allowed him to fun for a moment but I needed more. Since the day I hired him I had often wondered just how good his nice heart shaped ass looked without any clothes blocking the view.

I’d stolen many glances of his ass and knowing that I was finally going to not only see it bare naked, I was also going to have my way with it. Instantly, my anticipation level inside of me almost caused me to blow a load in his mouth. It was too soon to cum, not yet, I told myself.

“Stand up.” I called out. My deep voice startling him. “I said stand up!”

Quickly he jumped to his feet, “Yes sir,”

“Turn around and take off those bottoms.” The look in his eyes as he coyly bit the corner of his bottom lip. The slight hesitation before slowly turning his back to me, beautiful…I thought to myself.

As he slid his thumbs inside the waist band I called out, “Slow!”

I could tell that my voice was making him nervous by the sound of his breathing. But what happened next caused me to take a deep breath myself. Hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of those bottoms he slowly started pushing them down.

Slowly his tan lines began to reveal themselves to me. Tan lines which allowed me to fully imagine what he wears while lying there tanning that fine, sweet ass. As he kept pushing down and his ass started coming into view, I could see the familiar triangle outline of bikini cut bottoms.

The tan lines highlighting the fullness of his heart shaped ass. The line across the top of perfectly round ass, barely over his hips. The thin line moving around his hips over his legs, making his legs appear longer than they actually are. Finally, the triangle frame over his ass revealing his naturally creamy white skin, letting your mind envision those ass cheeks spilling out of those bikini panties. Bikini briefs? Who cares, “I’m fucking him, oh yes. I. Am. Fucking him!” I thought to myself.

When his bottoms finally made it to the floor, I was able to finally take in that wonderfully gorgeous smooth body.

“Turn around…slow.” My voice unable to hide my lust.

I’m not into a man’s cock but with that creamy white area in contrast with that wonderful tan, I couldn’t help but appreciate his modest little cock resting on top of those impressive oversized balls. They were huge, full and pink. A smile escaped the corner of my mouth.

It was all that I needed. I stood up and threw him on the bed, his breath escaping him as he landed on his back…

“Pull your legs back.” I was commanding, I knew I was about to lose it, there was no request in my tone.

SMACK!

The loud stinging sound of my hand coming down on the side of his thigh, the simultaneously loud gasp escaping from deep inside his throat, the instant imprint of my large hand on his thigh. I was gone, my lust was in control now and not everyone can take what I offer once I reach this point.

Weather he could or couldn’t take it, it made no difference to me. I was going to do what I wanted.

Grabbing him by his ankles and turning him slightly, so he could offer me that precious ass cheek…SMACK! SMACK!

I couldn’t help myself, the loud stinging sound of my hand coming down on his ass, the loud squeals escaping his throat and the deep red handprints on his untanned creamy white ass was making me high.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Ohh…please sir.” Sam, whimpering, the blush on his face only serving Kuşçular Escort Bayan to trigger me again.

“What? What is it baby, do you want me to stop?” I softly growled as I gently ran my hand over his firm bruising ass, soothing him.

“It hurts, I’m scared…” he whispered those words, he continued to gently whimper, I stopped.

SMACK! SMACK!

After two more…I stopped.

Crawling up on the bed, grabbing him by his ankles I pushed his legs further apart, further back. I looked down as he lay there writhing like an innocent babe, hurting, pouting, knowing that he was about to be fucked, his eyes wide, as he reached up wiping his tears from his face with the back of his hand.

In the short time that he lay there, as I hovered over him, I could see the slimy smear marks on his lower abdomen just above his crotch, his tiny semi hard cock was drooling precum, uncontrollably. I knew I could continue with what I was doing, spanking him, but something caught my eye and lust had other ideas.

I saw a glimpse of it, there it was, the jewel. I pushed his legs back, bending them at the knee stopping when his knees were pressing against the mattress. I wanted that, that precious hole. The pink color highlighting it against the backdrop of his creamy white skin in the crack of that luscious ass. The shape almost oval, a slight ring, like a small, puffy, tiny pussy. The hole dilated enough, that if I wanted, I could slip the tip of my pinky finger in with no resistance.

Someone has fucked sweet little Sam before…I thought to myself.

I put my middle finger in his mouth so that he could lube it with his saliva. Reaching down I pushed my finger deep inside of him causing him to take a deep breath then slowly exhale. Without any delay I began finger fucking him as I probed for his prostate. Finally finding it, now I could really increase the flow of his precum.

I began milking him then taking his slimy drool from his cock and smearing it on his hole. He was moaning with each tug of his tiny cock and each push against his prostate. The sensation of my slimy fingers smearing that tiny hole of his was making him start to writhe with lust.

I was milking him and using his own fluids to lube him, preparing him for what was next.

“If your dick gets hard, I will stop. Do you understand me?” My comment seemed to briefly catch him off guard. I watched him, he took a deep breath and I could see him, calming himself.

“Yes sir,” he replied softly.

Finally, he was lubed enough and I finger fucked him for a few more minutes until I knew he was ready. Placing the large head of my swollen oversized cock head on his opening I pushed.

Sam latched onto my forearms with a tight grip. “Relax babe, just relax.” The sound of my voice seemed to soothe him, to calm him. Again, I pushed and this time his tiny hole opened for me. I broke his seal.

I pushed deeper; I knew that I wasn’t his first but I could also tell that it had been awhile since he’d been properly fucked. I fucked him slow at first until his facial expressions and his breathing told me that I was hitting his spot just right. Within the first few strokes he was blowing his first load of cum all over his stomach and his chest.

“Oh god, oh god, I’ve…I’ve nev…never done that.” His eyes were wide as he mumbled his words, in awe. His breathing was racing and his thighs trembling. I didn’t allow him to totally take his first prostate orgasm in, to enjoy it, to appreciate it. I reached down and scooped up as much of his cum as I could.

Pulling out of him I proceeded to smear his cum all over my cock and again over his hole. Looking at that innocent face with all it’s beautiful features as he lay there gasping trying to absorb it all I knew what I was going to do and I really hoped that he could take it.

Throwing his legs over my shoulders, with no hesitation I shoved my cock deep inside his tight little ass. He screamed and I began the torturous session of bottoming out his tiny hole with my thick long cock. Over and over, listening to my balls slap against the bottom of his ass cheeks. Sam was lost, his head flailing side to side as he cried out with each thrust.

I slowed myself long enough to look down, watching as his asshole clamped tight around my cock, developing a suction grip. I slowly slid my cock out, the sight of my thick shaft glistening, the suction grip of his hole causing his insides to appear as if they were being pulled out. His insides clinging to my cock then disappearing as I shoved back inside of him, deep.

At times would I pull my cock out so that I could marvel at how wide he had dilated, his asshole stretched, fully gaped. Then I’d slam my cock back in deep. The trapped air escaping every time I’d pull out. One queef after another escaping his hole causing him to moan loud after each one. The night was turning into one big filthy, perverted, mess.

I paused long enough to bend him over like some common bitch in heat. Making sure that his face and chest were flat on the bed. His ass up in the air with his stretched-out man pussy looking right at me. Once I was positioned just right behind him, I shoved my cock back inside him. No more needing to be gentle. I just started fucking him. Long, hard, deep strokes. My balls popping against him with each stroke.

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Chad stepped out of the shower, steam filling the bathroom like a nice sauna. He grabbed a nearby towel and dried head to toe, making sure to get his hear nice and ruffled like he liked it. His hair a shade of brown that looks nearly red in the right light. Chad continued to dry off his well-sculpted body. No super model, yet Chad took great pride in his body. His pecks are nicely toned, and just slightly south of that a slowly growing six pack forms. The towel trails lower still, now drying Chad’s seemingly perfect cock; only three inches when soft, but a nice seven inches when fully erect, and close to two inches thick. It’s something Chad has always boasted about to the girls. The towel makes it’s way along each curve, vein, and crevis along his cock and it’s head.

Standing in front of the mirror, Chad admires his own body, gets himself hard and stares again.

“Now that’s a sexy man,” he says with a grin and doing the cheesy Hollywood movie pointer-finger.

Finally getting over his own reflection, Chad begins to dress in some of his nicest clothes. A sexy black Versace club shirt with small purple pinstripes along it. Matched with a black grommet belt and pair of slim-cut dark washed jeans. Though we don’t want to feed his ego anymore, he’s right; that’s a sexy man!

“What the hell are you doing in there!?” Chad’s sister screams at him while banging on the bathroom door.

They both had come up to visit family, they haven’t lived together in over 3 years, so having to share a bathroom for the past week has been hell. Luckily, Chad was getting some release and planned to head out with some friends to a sexy club…a fetish club to be exact. Half of the room was the usual; dance floor and bar. The other half included lap dances, massage bars, and of course Chad’s favorite, the glory holes. It’s been over a month since he’s been laid, hell even since a nice blow job, so this is a major relief.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Chad’s sister once again screams at him. She also has night plans.

A few squirts of some Eau Frechue and he’s ready for his hot night.

“Sheesh, alright alright, it’s all yours, don’t get your tampon in a twist”, Chad began to search for his “hot club shoes” as he calls them.

***************

Cindy had already taken a shower earlier, but has been waiting on her brother Chad to get out of the damn shower. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, she brushes by him and slams the door shut. Her brother and her had never been greatly close, about average for brother and sister they believe. She stands in front of the mirror and lets the soft pink towel drop to the floor. She’s absolutely beautiful, standing only 5’5″, her silky blond hair with small curls and ‘crinkles’ in it. Cindy dabs some of her strawberry scented lotion on each of her palms and rubs it along her soft chest, moving down to her amazing 18yr old breasts. They were only B cups but are nicely shaped and perky; Cindy’s nipples stand at attention no matter what she did, but she has the cutest pink nipples and dollar-coin sized aureoles. Her body is fairly thing, not quite toned, but very petite. She turns around to check out her pride and joy, her sexy ass. It’s much larger and rounder than most of her white friends, so they always pick on her saying she has a black-girls booty! Though Balıklıova Escort Cindy always thinks of it as a compliment. Cindy turns on some music to get into the mood, she can’t wait to get on the dance floor with her friends again. Dancing around naked she turns the blow dryer on and gets her hair to her signature sexy, soft, silky look that drive the men wild. Finally she begins to dress, still dancing. She slips on a long sleeve white shirt that comes down just to her belly button, a sexy g-string, black and very thing, then a pair of black loose pants. To top it of she wears a short sleeve, black denim jacket, the torso part only comes just to cover her breasts, which of course she has safely secured in a push-up bra showing her sexy cleavage. She’s in hopes of getting some action tonight, she doesn’t quite care who with as long as he’s super sexy. Finishing off her stunning look with some makeup, body glitter, and lip gloss, she heads out to the club.

*************

Chad arrives at “Club Seven”, their usual dance floor slash sex club. He meets up with his friends and they immediately pick on his fashion as usual. Chad was always keen on fashion and always the best dressed of his friends. They take it to the bar and get a few drinks, Chad was having fun celebrating his newly legal-drinking age, only being 21 for about 3 months now. A rap song remix of “Low” came on and Chad and his friends hit the dance floor, grinding up against any girl they could find who would stay next to them. Chad put his drink down long enough to slide his hands up and down this sexy 19 year old’s hot body. The redhead giggles and flirts with Chad a bit, leaning in pretending she’s going to kiss him, then pulling away and winking. She slowly grinds her hot young ass against his crotch. She feels Chad get harder and harder beneath her ass, then she begins to rub the length with her hand. Her eyes widen a bit and she grins, waving her finger, subliminally saying “naughty boy”. Chad pulls her close and plants a kiss on her neck, then whispers

“Maybe we should head to the back?”

By this of course he was meaning the private dance room and glory holes. The sexy redhead continues to rub his cock thru his pants, then does the cruelest thing a woman can do…she stopped, smiled at him, then left. Chad couldn’t believe it, he was hoping so badly he was going to get at least a hand job from her. Defeated but still rock hard Chad decides to go to the back of the room himself. This is definitely one of Chad’s favorite rooms. As he walks by he sees a sexy brunette giving a middle aged man what looks like an amazing blow job. She really knows how to use her lips and tongue just right. He watches for a bit then moves on. Finally, Chad sees his long-sought desire: the glory hole booths.

Stepping into one of the booths, Chad eagerly gets his pants and boxers down to his ankles. His smooth, thick shaft is completely hard now, just the idea of being in such a room is enough to make the head of his cock drip with precum. He waits patiently, and it’s not long til the small red light at eye level came on. Chad knew this meant some hot young girl awaited his throbbing cock on the other side. he quickly slide into the hole until his balls were pressed firmly against the wall. He felt what he Escort Balıklıova knew was a hand, it was very soft. It slowly stroke his eager shaft, almost admiring it with her fingertips. Finally, he felt an amazing warmth engulf the head of his prick, a tongue lashing along the curves, then finally sliding forward inch by inch til her lips met the wall. The stranger’s tongue wound over each of Chad’s veins, making small slurping noises Chad could barely hear over the club’s music in the background. Chad holds onto the wall as he breathes heavier, rocking his hips a little along with the strange woman’s tongue and lip lashing. For a moment, Chad thought it was all over as he no longer felt the heat of her mouth around his cock. But then he felt his cock being stroked once more and a tongue licking at the head. The woman’s tongue dance along his shaft then slid slowly from the bottom of his shaft all the way along the length, then to the tip of it’s head. He could hear her giggle as she began to lick up his sticky precum that’s now oozing slowly from his cock. Once again, the wonderful strange mouth engulfs Chad’s rod, sucking long and slowly, deep throating him and moving her throat muscles to massage the mesmerizing member in her mouth. She quickly opened her mouth a bit wider but still licking at his shaft as she heard Chad moan louder and slightly bang against the wall. Chad groaned loudly as his hot seed emptied into the strange, wanting mouth. It felt like a waterfall of cum, Chad hadn’t cum in so long. Each pulse of his orgasm sent a white light feeling over his body. The mouth on the other side gladly accepted Chad’s load, sliding it down her throat, and sucking harder as if wanting more; But Chad is spent. He retreats and heads out of the glory hole booth, making sure he’s zipped up before heading towards the bar. Chad hears the glory hole door open, it’s pretty hard to miss since no one has put WD40 on those doors since they were built. Curiosity gets the best of him and he turns to see who the amazing girl was on the other end of his orgasmic adventure.

**********

Cindy and her friend Jessica arrive at the club to have a wild night. They all agreed they need to just let loose and have some fun. They decided to go out to a club they had only been to a few times, a place called “Club Seven”. Cindy and her girlfriends immediately hit the dance floor, just dancing with each other at first, laughing and having a good time. A few of her friends started dancing with random men, and finally it was Cindy’s turn. He’s very cute, Cindy thinks to herself. He must be in some type of military force judging on the haircut, but other than that it would be hard to tell. He’s dressed very nicely, almost a little too formal for this kind of a club, wearing a dress button up shirt and nice black slacks. But wow was he tall! Cindy always had a thing for tall men, even though she’s only 5’5″ herself. They danced for a few songs, finally he asks if he can buy Cindy a drink. Well of course she’s not going to object to the offer, since being 19 she couldn’t get a drink herself if she wanted to. They sit at the bar and talk for a bit. Well, damn, turns out this guy is in the military and has a wife back in Arizona. So much for that guy! Cindy finished her drink and told the man that Balıklıova Escort Bayan he is very cute and she hates to sound rude but she’s here to meet single men. He graciously understand and lets her on her way.

“Jennifer, how the hell am I supposed to get any action tonight? All the guys here are gay or married!”

Cindy put on a force pouting face as she vented towards her friend.

“Well Cindy,” Jennifer grinned, “Have you ever heard of a glory hole?”

Cindy blushed. She had heard of them plenty of times, she had just never used one. She told Jennifer this, and without blinking, Jennifer grabbed Cindy by the arm and pulled her toward the boxes.

“Okay Cindy, see this is where the girl goes, hence the spray painted G. No, the G doesn’t mean Girl, it means “Giver”, the other box has an R for Receiver.” Jennifer explained.

Cindy giggle and her friends urged her in. Cindy did so but told her friends they had to go back to the bar and wait for her til she was done. Cindy was nervous, she sat there for a while and almost thought about getting out, but as soon as she thought that a nice, thick, long cock entered right above her face. She stared for a while, wasn’t sure what to do. Nervously she started to stroke it slowly with her fingers, practically dancing with her fingers along his soft yet hard shaft. She begins to stroke it in full length, she’s amazing how firm it is yet still smooth. Cindy gets extremely turned on and can’t help but to slip the amazing cock’s head into her mouth. Her tongue slowly twirls along every inch of the head of his cock. She can taste his sweet precum which turns her on even more. Cindy can’t help but to please her curiosity. She slides the length of his cock into her wanting mouth one inch after another until she feels her lips hit the wall. She begins to work his cock like magic, she’s always been able to drive the boys wild with her plump soft lips and powerful tongue. She makes sure her tongue hits every vein and every muscle she can taste and feel. Moving her head back and forth, she takes him as deep as possible, then finally deep throats his cock. She nearly gags but gets her composure and begins to move her throat muscles, massaging the strange man’s wonderful cock like a precious muscle in need of a good workout. Cindy slips the mans cock from her throat, but before she can think of what to do next she feels a hot, thick wetness enter her mouth. She blinks hard at first, then is more prepared for the next few loads that enter her mouth. Cindy continues to suck and lick the amazing cock now spilling his seed over her tongue and mouth. She was so surprised how great he tasted, not anywhere near as salty as her boyfriend. The man’s cock begins to soften, Cindy swallows the amazing load and waits for him to retreat his cock. Cindy had been rubbing her swollen clit the whole time, she brings her fingers to her tongue and licks off her incredible juices. Something about her own pussy juice has always turned her on. Cindy waits, she hears the door open and the stranger leave. She counts to 30, surely that’s enough time he would have already been gone by then. Cindy fixes her hair and leaves the booth, she goes to meet her friends at the bar.

Suddenly, Cindy stops dead in her tracks, jaw open, and slightly shaking. She sees her brother at the bar staring at her in nearly the same deer-caught-in-headlights way.

“Is it possible?” Chad thinks to himself, “Did I just get that amazing blow job from my own sister?”

“There’s no way!”, Cindy exclaims in her own mind, “There’s just no way that was my brother in there with that amazing cock”

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As Mark slowly dipped his body into the warm pool he was reminded instantly of why he made the trek up here very few months on a long weekend.

Harbin Hot Springs was about two hours north of San Francisco. The drive up took you through wine country and the place itself was tucked back off the main roads. It was the perfect place to soak and unwind from the tensions and rhythms of everyday life. The place was known for its amazing soaking pools fed by natural hot springs. You found the temperature your body needed and just relaxed.

It was an added bonus that the place was clothing optional.

Back in the day it had a reputation as a place where “free love” was easy to find. The place still rocked a sensual vibe at all hours even though explicit contact between guests in the pool was forbidden according to the little signs strategically placed around the grounds.

In recent years it had tried to rebrand itself as an accessible hot springs spa…but it wasn’t hard to find fun when you wanted it or needed it.

Mark loved taking in the sight of all the beautiful naked female and male bodies. Not everybody had the best physiques, but he always surprised at how in shape so many of the people who came there were. And every once in a while he saw some appreciative glances, both male and female, taking in the contours of his own body. It always sent a charge through his body when he realized he was being admired.

Mark was a handsome guy.

At 48, he still kept his body hard with three trips a week to the gym and yoga and rowing. Dark brown with flecks of grey helped frame his face, as did the 5 o’clock shadow he always maintained through careful grooming. While some middle age thickness had set in on his 6 ft frame, his chest was in great shape and the thick hair that lined it only added to its definition. He saw at the gym how some of the younger guys shaved theirs down, but he couldn’t imagine the point of that. So many of his lovers, male and female told him how sexy it was as they ran their fingers through it or brushed their tongue against his nipples in the midst of the type of sweaty, passionate fucking he favored…

Mark had arrived in the late afternoon at Harbin and had gotten settled-in in time to have a plunge in one of the pools before he would head to the communal kitchen to make dinner.

He always really enjoyed the first few hours of getting accustomed to the place. Stripping down in the unisex locker room was an opportunity to take in the sights. Naked men and women of all shapes and sizes were inches from each other, and no one seemed to care. What a change from urban living, where everybody seemed so conscientious of their space and so uptight about their looks and how the people around them looked. After showering at the outside shower, Mark made his way up the short flight of stairs to the medium hot communal soaking pool. Leaving his towel on the railing he then slowly descended down some stairs into the pool itself and let the warm water envelope his body.

As most people did, he made his way to one of the walls. The water in the pool came up just above his nipples. It felt good to be held by the water.

He had been there about 30 minutes when he noticed a young couple make their way down the steps into the pool.

The woman was young and had a supple body. She had her brown hair tied up off of her shoulders, highlight a chain and locket she wore around her neck. A nose ring set off her face’s angular features. Her eyes were alert and taking in the nakedness around her. Mark noticed her firm breasts as she entered the water and her hips were ample without being out of shape. Her mound was unshaved…just the way Mark preferred. The man that accompanied her looked of Indian descent. He had a lean athletic torso. He was taller than her by almost a head but looked to be just a few inches shorter than Mark. His head was shaved but his defined torso and chest were coved in ringlets of think black hair. He had piercing dark brown eyes. His dark brown skin contrasted nicely with the black choker around his neck. Mark pegged them as being in their early 30s. They moved through the water looking for place on the wall. When someone on the wall across from Mark finally moved they made their way to the spot which put them just to the right of being in Mark’s direct sightline.

The woman seemed a little unsure, but the man acted as if he knew his way around. He was whispering things to her point at the various buildings that surrounded the pool and the paths that led off form the three man pools.

They whispered to each other side by side, until the man gently grabbed the women’s shoulder and brought her in front of him with her back to him. As he kneaded her shoulder, the tension she looked to be carrying seemed to melt away. At some point, while Mark had turned to watch the other people in the pool, the couple had turned to face each. And now were exchanging gentle kisses.

For some reason Mark found himself now transfixed watching them. He realized he was full on Özbek Escort staring at them when the man’s gaze lifted over the woman’s shoulder and caught his.

He quickly looked away.

Strangely embarrassed, Mark looked away as well.

When they exited the pool a few minutes later, Mark realized he had been hard the whole time he was watching them.

As the evening sky slowly got darker, Mark eventually exited the pool in preparation for dinner. Grabbing a pair of shorts from his locker and a well worn T-shirt he loved to lounge in at home, he made his way up to the dining hall. —

The kitchen around meal time was often crowded, but it being past 8pm the number of people was starting to thin out.

As he looked around the room, he noticed the young couple from the pool by the sink.

The man had on a short pair of tight hiking shorts and was shirtless. Mark got a good look at his powerful, muscular, hairy legs. The woman was dressed in a wrap that covered her. It didn’t hide the outline of her breasts or her hips.

Mark felt his dick begin to twitch.

They were undeniably sexy, mostly because they seemed so confident in their bodies. Mark sat at a table and watched as they moved from the sink to the stove. The woman wrapped her arms around the man as he started to throw things into the pot on the burner. Mark saw how her fingers moved through the curls on the man’s chest.

Mark was still staring at them when the man looked and turned his gaze to him.

“Caught,” thought Mark.

The man gave him the upwards nod of his head that guys often do to acknowledge each other.

Mark nodded back, and then to hide his embarrassment, looked down and start to pull out some of the fruits and spread that he had with him. He kept a watch over the couple out of the corner of his eye.

When they finished cooking, they looked around the kitchen for an empty seat. The woman pointed at the empty chairs at Mark’s table. Moments later they were in front of him.

“Is this seat taken?” asked the man.

Mark answered as nonchalantly as he could, “Help yourself.”

As they sat down the man extended his hand.

“Hi, I’m Farid,” he said.

Mark shook it as the woman introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Emma.”

They were easy conversation. They asked about Mark’s life in San Francisco, what he did for work and if he had come up to Harbin by himself. Mark found out that they were married 8 years, and that this weekend was Emma’s 33th birthday. They lived in Oregon and were taking a drive down the west coast. Someone along the way had told them about Harbin and they decided to swing by as the headed south through California on their way to Mexico.

“So you weren’t put off by the reputation of the place?” asked Mark.

“What reputation?” asked Farid.

“Your friend who suggested the place didn’t mention its reputation as…shall we say…a place to find fun?” Mark smiled an easy smile at the couple.

Emma smiled back. “Yeah, they mentioned it. It didn’t bother us, did it honey?”

Farid reached over and drew her closer with his arm and gave her a kiss on her lips.

Farid smiled at Mark. “Doesn’t bother us. It’s part of what drew us here. The curiosity.”

And then he asked, “Is that what brought you here Mark?”

His look was so intense.

Mark felt the heat of a blush taking over his face.

“No…No…” he stammered. “I just came to relax.”

Mark felt his cock twitch again.

Farid’s face broke into a smile.

“I was just messing with you man,” he said.

Mark could feel the tension subside.

They sat there for another hour, just shooting the breeze. Sometimes other people would sit down and join the conversation. Sometimes it was just the three of them.

The entire time they spoke Emma absentmindedly ran her fingers through the hair on Farid’s arm.

As their conversation ebbed and the kitchen finally began to empty out, Emma announced her departure and with a gentile smile and a kiss on her husband’s head told them both she was headed back to the room. Farid asked if she wanted him to come with her. Mark was relieved when she said, “Not to worry. I’m going to head back and relax a little bit.”

And with that she left, leaving Mark and Farid, sitting, facing each other by themselves at the table.

The first thing Mark said was “You are lucky man. You have a beautiful wife.”

“Thank you,” chuckled Farid. “I am a lucky guy.”

And then he added, “So who keeps your bed warm at night Mark?”

Mark was a little taken aback by the boldness of the question.

When he got his bearings back, he muttered “I’m single.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” replied Farid. “You must do well with the ladies. You are in great shape.”

Mark felt the blush come again. “I guess I do alright,” he said. This was getting awkward and he squirmed as he felt the blood rush into his cock under this stranger’s intense glare.

“You were talking before about Özbek Escort Bayan how people find a little fun up here,” Farid said. “Any luck for yourself?’

Mark thought about all the times he had been up to Harbin. And with regards to fun…not once did he leave empty handed.

But he looked now at Farid and said, “No.”

Farid gave him a look of surprise.

“Oh” he said. “I guess I had you pegged wrong.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mark.

Farid answered, “I guess I mean that when you first brought up the place’s reputation for hook-ups, that you were talking about your own experiences.”

When he noticed the expression on Mark’s face hadn’t changed he added, “One of the reason’s we decided to stop by was because of the place’s reputation. We’ve almost been married eight years now. We have a great time together….We’ve been looking to expand our horizons”

All Mark could say was “Oh.”

Farid continued. “We came here yesterday and just assumed that people would be going at it out in the open. But we quickly found out it wasn’t the like. It’s still a great place, but I’m not sure how to initiate things. People seem to kind of hang out here with the people they came with.”

Mark was a little surprised at the naïveté but found himself curious about what Farid meant about expanding their horizons.

He cleared his throat and said,

“What were you looking for?”

His question just hung there for a moment.

And he waited…

“Emma wants to try two guys” whispered Farid as he leaned over the table.

Mark felt the words hit him with a weight.

He gulped and clearing his throat again, Mark said “Nothing is really ever out in the open here. The management really frowns on it. The way it works is that you meet people and you invite them back to your room.”

“Oh,” remarked Farid, as he took in what Mark said. His head turned and he gazed out the window next to their table into the distance.

Mark watched him in silence.

Farid finally spoke.

“Would you like to come back to our room?” he asked without looking back at Mark.

Farid swiveled back around to find Mark looking at him

Staring into Farid’s intense glance, all that Mark could say was a simple “Yes.”

“We are in Room 115.” Farid said. Give me 15 mins. And with that he left the kitchen.

—

15 mins later, Mark found himself in front of Room 115. He knocked.

Farid answered the door in just the pair of hiking shorts that he had on at dinner and a smile on his face. Up close his hairy torso was even more arousing and Mark found himself about to reach out and run his fingers through the small rings of curls on his host’s chest.

“Hi. Come on in.” Farid beckoned with a voice just louder than a whisper.

The rooms at Harbin weren’t very large and it was only seconds before it registered that Emma lay blindfolded and spread eagle on the queen size bed that dominated the dark room.

Farid moved to the other side of the bed opposite from Mark, sliding off his shorts to reveal his furry groin. His shaft was already partially erect when his shorts hit the floor. As he blithely ran his fingers across his abdomen, his nice sized uncut brown cock quickly came to full mast.

Mark took off the raggedy T-shirt he was wearing. His shorts came off next. He had been hard since Farid answered the door. His fat cock was ready to have some fun. Mark took it in his hands and gave it a quick few strokes, lubricating it with the pre-cum that had already started to release from his piss hole.

Farid and Mark stared at each other across the bed and smiled. The former got on the bed first and sat on his knees inches from Emma’s body. Mark moved atop the bed to join them. He could hear Emma’s increasingly labored breathing.

Without saying a word, Farid began to run his hands across Emma’s stomach. She let out an appreciative sigh. Mark laid his right hand on her legs. He had expected her to flinch at his touch in surprise but instead her legs moved in rhythm with each of his caresses. Sensing her comfort, Mark began to knead her legs more thoroughly. He noticed that Farid’s hands had moved up to her breasts. They continued like this for what felt like a good five minutes, Emma’s body undulating under the two eager set of hands.

Farid began to kiss his wife. And as their tongues danced, Mark felt himself getting even more turned on. He moved from Emma’s side so that now he was in front of her legs that she closed as she absorbed the hands that worked her over. As Farid and Emma continued to be lost in their sloppy tongue play, Mark gently took Emma’s legs and spread them wide open again exposing her pussy. He inched up the bed and putting his hands on the inside of her thighs he brought his face up to her furry mound. He blew on her slit.

Emma’s body squirmed almost imperceptibly under his warm breadth. Mark blew again as he massaged the inside of her thighs. Emma began to kiss Farid more urgently and Escort Özbek he responded to her new forcefulness with more hard tongue.

Mark lowered his tongue and flicked it across her engorged clit.

Emma began to moan audibly even with her husband’s mouth upon hers.

And for the first time since he began kissing his Emma, Farid opened his eyes to take in the site of Mark tongue touching a part of his wife that no one else had touched since they had gotten married 8 year ago.

Appreciatively he looked down at Mark and smiled while he continued to lock lips with Emma. Farid winked at Mark and kept his locked eyes on him enjoying the sight before him.

As Mark now slowly wrapped his hands under Emma’s buttocks he lay his full warm mouth on her pussy.

“Aaaaaaah.” moaned Emma appreciatively as she now mashed her mound up in to Mark’s slurping mouth.

Farid had since removed his mouth from Emma’s and was shamelessly watching the proceedings resting on his elbow. He chuckled to himself as his wife writhed like a bitch in heat. Farid got up off the bed and sat back in the chair that was slightly behind Mark to his left to get a better view of Mark’s efforts. Mark had to admit that he was totally turned on to be watched as he ate Emma out.

After a few minutes Mark heard Farid gently get up and move back towards the bed. As Farid moved past him, he felt the touch of Farid’s hand on his back. For a few seconds Mark felt his increasingly sweaty back being kneaded and rubbed first gently and then more forcefully. And then, as suddenly as it had started, the pressure of the hand was gone…

Farid circled back around to the top of the bed without making eye contact with Mark. He got back on the bed and rested on his knees beside Emma’s head. Her whole body was thrashing under Mark’s expert tongue. Mark saw Farid reach his hand over to the far side of Emma’s head and bring her mouth to line up with his hairy dick. As if on cue Emma opened her mouth and Farid slid his shaft inside. Mark thought they looked beautiful like this. Farid’s pelt was saturated in sweat. Mark thought about how much he would have loved to chew on Farid’s hairy nipples at that moment and would have eagerly taken this hot man’s prick in his mouth if it had been offered. But as he watched Emma now suck and jerk her husband’s cock, he focused on the anticipation of being serviced by Emma as well.

He made his way to the top of the bed to join them. As he now rested on his knees, inches from Farid’s sweaty body he ran his thick cock across Emma’s cheek. She reached up and grabbed his dick without missing a beat and started to suck Mark’s cock while her husband supported her head. She now began to alternate between the two. First slurping on her husband’s dick and then a sloppy sucking of Mark’s cock. Mark looked at Farid who for some reason was now avoiding his eyesight. They were inches from each others faces, with their hairy torsos occasionally brushing up against each other but Farid continued to look down at his wife. Feeling a little daring and thinking perhaps maybe that Farid’s earlier rubbing of his back had been an invitation, Mark reached over and ran his thumb across Farid’s left nipple. He waited for a reaction from Farid and was disappointed to see him continue to look down at his still blindfolded wife servicing the both of them. But he didn’t push Mark’s hand away so Mark continued to thumb Farid’s nipples, first the left and then the right. Feeling more audacious, Mark started to run his hands across Farid’s furry pecs, feeling the wet curls on this hot man’s chest slide through his fingers. As Mark’s hands began to build up momentum, Farid suddenly disengaged from the threesome. Not sure if he had done something wrong, Mark moved back a little bit.

Without so much as look in Mark’s direction Farid lowered his mouth to Emma’s ear and whispered something Mark couldn’t hear. Emma lifted herself on to her elbows and Farid wedged himself behind her and the bed post. From behind, Farid began to massage his wife’s breasts. While doing this he reached down with one hand to spread open further her right and then left leg. Her mound was open and waiting for service again.

Mark got back in position again, with his hairy, taught belly against the bed. But this time instead of lower his mouth to her pussy, he slowly inserted the middle finger of his right hand into her slit. At his first touch, Emma flinched. But as he inserted the whole finger and then quickly another, she sighed appreciatively as her husband continued to massage her front while kissing her neck.

Farid stopped after a few minutes of the three of them like this and he scooted out from behind Emma. He motioned for Mark to move and as Mark slid off the bed Farid positioned himself so that he was on his knees in front of Emma’s cunt. Mark who moved to the side of Emma watched as Farid started to work his own dick in his hand. As he rubbed the precum that was releasing from his hole, all over his shaft, he dropped a big glob of spit onto the head of his dick. Before it had time to dribble off his clock, Farid worked it into his stroking.

Mark was so turned on to see this awesome specimen of a man pleasuring himself. He licked the palm of his hand and brought it down to his own cock that had been rigid this whole time.

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Erika and Melissa had sat together for nearly an hour after that last orgasm, drinking a little, talking a little and occasionally falling back into making out. This was already a night of firsts for Erika, she had only really just kissed a girl back in high school, so this was light years from there. And getting rimmed to orgasm, she didn’t even know that was possible. But it was, it had happened!

Finally, Erika couldn’t get over how obsessed she now was with Melissa’s immense tits. There was just something so hot about their size and something so rewarding about sucking them.

Melissa could see her student, now lover, was taken with the entire experience. Now she could move up a step to the kind of stuff that she really wanted to do. Although Erika’s ass was incredibly hot, she had plans beyond tonight for it. But that would wait, the current setting was perfect. Better yet, it was clear too that Erika had enough wine in her to make her open to suggestion.

Standing up, her breasts fully exposed and hanging before Erika, Melissa put her hand out, “come on my dear, we are going up to the guest room, let’s get serious.” Erika, under the influence of the wine and her already stoked hormones, happily followed.

They headed upstairs and into a surprisingly spacious guest bed room. “You sit here and relax and keep sipping that win my dear and I will be back in a moment, you are going to love this,” Melissa said with some authority. Then she ducked into the adjoining master bath area.

Erika sat, feeling the effects of the wine and being horny. Thoughts raced through Çaybaşı Escort her head that she could only just barely get a handle on. First of course she fretted for a moment that she was now a ‘lesbian,’ whatever that meant. Second, she wondered what was about to come next. Whatever it was she knew that she wanted to spend more time with her new lover and wanted more access.

The door opened, snapping her out of her wandering thoughts. Erika could only muster a, “wow.”

There in front of her stood Melissa, she had black heels on with stockings that ran to mid-thigh, also black. Her hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail and she had a long, sheer black gown on, but it was open in the front. Her breasts filled the space behind it.

However, this was all secondary to the fact that protruding from between her legs was six inches of cock. Melissa had donned a strap-on! Erika had never actually seen one in person, so her surprise was complete.

“Well, what do you think?” Melissa asked as if Erika might not be interested.

Erika stumbled with her words, then got out, “that is amazing on you, I…I…I have never seen one before.”

Melissa looking more than confident, strode toward Erika. When she reached her she took her hand and had her stand.

They kissed for a bit, then Melissa looked her in the eyes and said, “Erika I really want to fuck you, and I am know you want me to.”

All that Erika, now consumed with passion could get out was, “oh yes, please.”

The older woman kissed the younger one for time, caressing her Çaybaşı Escort Bayan breasts and then gently stroking her clit. Melissa could feel just how wet Erika was, and knew the time was right to move ahead. She gently had Erika lay back, pushing her legs apart.

Dropping the gown, Melissa got just above her young lover and lined the cock up with Erika’s clit until it was just touching. Erika, who now had goose-pimples at the thrill of the touch murmured, “oh yes, put it in.” At the same time Erika was softly fondling a mammoth breast with each hand.

Melissa looked Erika in the eyes and whispered, “reach down and glide the cock into that wet pussy of yours. You are going to love this.”

Doing as commanded Erika lightly guided the head and then the shaft into her waiting pussy. “Oh yes, that is awesome, more!” was Erika’s response.

Melissa now slide the cock in until she could drive it no further. Then she pulled almost completely out, waited just a second, then slide all the way back in. Repeating this in a rhythm she thrilled to the moans now coming from Erika.

“You like that?” Melissa queried.

“Oh yes, oh please keep going, I want to cum!” Replied Erika.

With the cock completely buried Melissa stopped and told Erika, “I am going to start thrusting harder and while I am I want you to get ahold of my nipples and pinch them as hard as you can, I mean hard. If you don’t I will stop. Understand?”

Erika nodded and added, “Anything, just don’t stop!”

So Melissa started to really thrust away at Erika’s Escort Çaybaşı pussy, and with that the student got ahold of her nipples and pinched down. “Ow, fuck!” Melissa blurted without thinking, Erika had taken her seriously and was pinching with all her might.

Playing the oboe had given her strong fingers. “I love to have my nipples crushed,” the older woman shared, “and I love the feel of fucking a hot young girl.”

Within a few minutes of the pinching and feel of the moment it was actually Melissa who got off, giving out a string of, “Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck yes!”

Having gotten off, Melissa now pulled out of Erika and quickly rolled her over. “Sweetie I am going to finish fucking you from behind so I can enjoy that ass of yours.” As she said it she was also slipping the cock back in, restarting the fucking. Now she had a hand on each ass cheek and dreamed of fucking her hole too, but decided that was too far.

After a few minutes of driving the cock in and out Erika could feel herself start to orgasm. It was so intense she could really only moan and grunt, not really able to form words. Melissa, grabbing Erika’s hips was really hammering away at her pussy and enjoying the pain from having had her nipples really pinched.

When Erika was done Melissa let go and the young woman slide forward on her stomach on the bed, panting. The older woman leaned forward kissing her ass for a few moments, then got up and went to the bathroom.

Returning in a moment, without the cock or heels, Melissa laid down next to her new lover. “My dear, I think we could have some real fun together, but this will have to be our little secret.”

“Yes, of course,” agreed Erika. “

“However, I think next time you will need to do me, what do you think?” Melissa asked. Erika nodded approvingly.

With that the two laid for a time, kissed a bit, and then feel asleep.

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This is a fictional story.

*

Jay and Mike were sitting in their freshman dorm room on Thursday night studying but also thinking about the weekend ahead. It was October 26th and both were planning on staying at college for the weekend.

“We got to find a way to meet some more of the woman downstairs,” Mike said.

“Yeah…but how do we accomplish that,” Jay asked?

“I don’t know but what good are coed dorms if ya can’t meet the women on the other floor?” Mike asked hoping to find a way.

“Ya got a point there,” Jay agreed.

Both guys had been studying pretty hard since getting to college back in August and really wanted a break. Sure wrestling practice had started but that was not the only diversion the guys were looking for. The beer parties the frats were throwing to lure pledges were fun but not the best way to meet women they had found. At least they had not been so far.

“Hey, this is the weekend before Halloween. Maybe we should get with the other guys on the floor and invited the girls up to go trick or treating from door to door for candy,” Jay said.

“What…and we dress up in costumes? Is that what you are thinking?” Mike asked to make sure he understood but also maybe contributing to the idea.

“Yeah, we can throw something together that won’t cost a ton of money,” Jay responded.

“Not bad…not bad, but do ya think the girls will actually go for that idea,” Mike asked?

“Why not? Chicks like candy. They would probably go for it,” Jay thought.

“Would they be required to dress up too?” Mike wanted to know.

“Good point, that is how it is suppose to work, huh? More so than us dressing up as the candy givers,” Jay agreed.

“Yeah, I bet we’d have a hard time convincing the girls to prepare costumes on such short notice. How the hell would we get the word out so quick anyway that they needed to have a costume by Saturday or Sunday,” Mike stated.

“You’re bumming me out man! Ya don’t think this idea will work,” Jay asked?

“I think we might have a hard time convincing the other guys too. They are not going to shell out cash for candy not being sure how many girls might actually come,” Mike added. “If we make costumes a requirement, we might only get a few women.”

“Yeah…ya got a point there too. But I still think it is a good concept using Halloween. We just need to come up with a better idea,” Jay said.

The guys gave up for a while and went back to studying. Unfortunately, they both had a hard time with their work preferring to think more about the weekend.

“Hey, what about we construct a fun house or haunted house? We could decorate the floor and some of the rooms into a haunted house. Then we could invite the women up for a walk through.” Jay proposed liking the idea as he pieced it together.

“Hum…that is not bad. But wouldn’t it cost us a ton,” Mike asked?

“I think we could do it on the cheap,” Jay said. “Haunted Houses are all about the darkness. We just need to cover the windows with blankets and get some scary masks,” Jay added.

“Yeah…we could start them down by the stairs and finish by leading them down the back stairwell. If we can get them screaming, it will sound so like they are being murdered in that echo chamber of a stairwell.” Mike said warming to the idea.

“God, your right! People will be able to hear that throughout the building,” Jay laughed.

“Yeah…I like this idea but can we really make it look good. If it is lame, they won’t go for it,” Mike said.

“Let’s ask the other guys. We will need their help so we better get them involved and on board first,” Jay said.

“Good thought!” Mike agreed.

They put down their books and walked out into the hall. They shared the last room at the end of the hall where the emergency back staircase was. The bathroom for the floor was across the hall from them. They walked up the hall stopping in a couple rooms and asking the guys they found to meet in Andy’s room. Andy’s room was about half way up the hall.

When five other guys were gathered in the room, Jay and Mike sketched out their plan. The other guys were all for doing something except Jon. He planned to go home for the weekend. He usually did with a girlfriend still back home. He also only lived about an hour away. The rest were staying and up for something. They liked the haunted house idea and even volunteered some ideas.

They all agreed the first thing was to decide how much this haunted house might cost them. Jon had a car on campus and agreed to take Jay and Mike to some stores to check out what the decorations and costumes might cost to buy or rent. He also said he had several great masks at home. If he could get his mom to express mail them, they could use them for the weekend.

The guys talked some more about how they would lay out the haunted house. It was agreed one guy would have to lead each girl through one at a time. They would start at the main stairwell and then come down the hall. The hall would be dark and decorated Yeniköy Escort with cobwebs, spiders and other scary things. They would also put furniture covered in dark blankets and stuff in the way so it would be much harder to navigate through in the dark than just a straight walk down the hall.

From as many side rooms as they could they would have various monsters in costumes and masks jump out to frighten the girls. They would lead them down the hall and into the bathroom as that was by far the biggest room. The girls would have to run a gauntlet of monsters and obstacles in there before they could make the complete circuit and exit. As they exited the bathroom, the monsters from two of the last rooms and from Jay and Mike’s room would be waiting. They would all jump out and surround, the hopefully by then frighten girl, for one last major scare. The stairwell door would be left cracked a slight bit allowing a thin line of light and showing them the exit path. They hoped to have the girls screaming bloody murder by the time they hit the stairwell door and down the steps back to their floor.

Ralph and Andy were definitely up for it. They set about recruiting others as Jon, Jay, and Mike headed out to check on decorations and costs. They had agreed signs would be used and posted on the girl’s bulletin board and all over the halls to announce the haunted house for Saturday. The guys hoped to get some idea of how the girls felt about the idea before sinking any money into it.

By the close of classes on Friday, things were coming together big time. The hurried up signs printed off someone’s computer using scary graphics had seemed to work. Rumor had it the girls were up for it, even excited by the idea.

Ten more guys from the hall had agreed to help and participate. Naturally, some of the guys thought it wouldn’t work. Others had other plans or were going away. The guys felt they could pull it off with fourteen of them involved. Twenty bucks a piece, would give them $280 for decorations and masks. They had discovered rentals would be too expensive except maybe one or two for the big finale at the end or in the bathroom. The decorations they had found fairly cheap if they bought in bulk. One of the store owners agreed to sell them spider webbing cheap if they bought a whole case which they did.

The guys all gave up their Friday night to decorate the hall and the bathroom. The biggest project was covering all the doors and windows to make the place as dark as night. The guy walking the girls through would have a flashlight, from Jon’s car, to lead the girls along and to flash on the monsters faces.

The guys worked till one o’clock. Aided by a couple cases of beer they put all the decorations up and worked on their costumes. Going to the costume store had given them many ideas to incorporate with the masks that arrived from Jon’s house. They had mummies and werewolves. They have people with knives and axes stuck in their heads and looking like zombies. The guys worked hard but in the end, even they had to admit the place looked scary and they even knew what to expect.

Mike won the shortest straw pick and got to be the guy leading the girls first. They did agree to switch two or three times so more guys would get a chance to lead the girls. It was the part everyone wanted. The time was set for 2:00 in the afternoon to begin. The guys figured it would take close to five minutes each to get the girls through the haunted house and down the stairs before they could start again. That meant they could handle twelve girls and hour. Word had spread to some of the other dorms too so the guys were hoping for forty to fifty women potentially. Guys were not allowed to go through. They did not want some drunken asshole tearing the place apart.

By 1:00, the guys were getting into their costumes and putting the finishing touches to the haunted house. They had some beer and snacks in one room which was not part of the course. The plan was for a few breaks during the day. At 2:00, they were ready to go. Mike walked back to make sure everything was ready.

“You guys set,” he asked the monsters at the end of the haunted house run.

“Yeah…we are ready to go,” Andy said dressed as a mummy complete with strips of ripped white bed sheets and a great mask.

“We’re good,” Jay said. “How many takers we got to start?” He asked dressed as a werewolf in a suit? The mask was incredible.

“Only four so far,” Mike said. “But they tell me the other girls are waiting for reports from them on how it is. If it’s good the line will grow they assure me. They say some girls are even to scare to come,” he added smiling.

“Well, let’s scare the clothes right off them,” Ralph laughed.

Mike returned to the front. A cell phone would be used to signal when a run was done and the next could begin. When Mike reached the front, he called back if they were ready. They were.

The first four girls Mike had not known before so their plan of meeting new girls was working, Yeniköy Escort Bayan for him anyway. Sarah was the first to go. She was talking tough like she loved haunted houses but rarely found them to scary.

“Okay, ya ready to go,” Mike asked Sarah taking her hand.

“Yeah…bring it on,” Sarah boasted laughing. The other girls cheered her on and Mike noticed two more coming up the steps to join the end of the line.

“I’ll lead ya through the first part with the flashlight. About half way, I will be behind ya but I will point the light towards the path, once in a while anyway,” he joked.

Mike led forward holding Sarah’s hand. Sarah was cute and looked to have a great athletic body. He hoped to get to know her better. At least these were his thoughts as they made their way into the darkness and the hanging cobwebs.

Sarah seemed fine and did not seem at all nervous or scared by the hanging spiders, skeletons, and unseen obstacles. They wound their way through the maze using the flashlight like a pointer. When they approached the mid-point Mike moved behind Sarah but pointed the flashlight forward. Twice he flashed it quickly on her tight jean clad butt when she bent to avoid the hanging cobwebs. Nice ass he thought just as they got to the first real scare.

Out of a side room jumped one of the zombies with and ax buried in his head and blood everywhere. He howled as he got to within two feet of Sarah before he backed off and she moved forward. Mike still had her hand and thought he felt a noticeable tightening of her grip. She did not scream or make a sound though.

No sooner were they beyond the first zombie than another emerged from a room on the opposite side of the hall. Sarah squealed slightly this time as the zombie confronted her and then withdrew. Wow, these guys are really acting their parts good Mike thought. They had barely had time for any walk throughs before they started. Most of it they were winging.

Mike pointed the way forward with the flashlight.

“How’re ya doing Sarah?” He asked grinning. Her hand was definitely tighter on his.

“Oh fine,” she said weakly.

They wound their way over some obstacles that actually required some crawling and then stepping over and for a second they had to break hands. Mike was wondering briefly if he should take her hand again when Sarah reached back for him providing his answer. He smiled to himself in the darkness.

He shown the flashlight forward and Sarah tentatively moved forward. As the proceeded, several more zombies and werewolves jumped out to frighten Sarah. When two jumped out at once she actually screamed briefly. As they passed the guys squirted Sarah with crazy string from an aerosol can. In the darkness it felt like cobwebs or bugs landing on her and she yelped and hurried forward.

When they finally got to the bathroom, Mike pointed the way in with the light. The path would take the girls clockwise in a circle around the bathroom walls. The light bulbs were all out except for two replaced by black lights. As they moved forward with Sarah in the lead, monsters jumped out from shower stalls and from behind walls. Sarah screamed at least twice. The guys had rigged a shower to shoot a warm mist of water over the path and Sarah screamed again as she passed through the spray in the near darkness. Sarah was pulling Mike along searching frantically for the bathroom door. Mike could tell she wanted out of the bathroom bad. When she finally made it through and spotted the door back out, she pulled him hard towards it.

Poor Sarah! No sooner did she hit the door opening and exit into the hall than four monsters, two werewolves and two mummies accosted her from the darkness. Sarah screamed bloody murder. She pushed one of the monsters back as he got to close. Mike let her be and she screamed for a second or two more before he shined the flashlight to the exit door.

“Sarah the door,” he screamed to her over her own screams.

Sarah spotted the door, slightly ajar and bolted for it fast. She moved like a cat and Mike had trouble staying with her as she burst through the door and down the steps screaming her lungs out. It was deafening in the small cinderblock stairwell. Surely the other girls had to be hearing her on the floor below.

Mike followed her down the steps and into the girl’s floor below. She did not stop running until she was half way down the hall. She was fast and he tried to keep up.

“Sarah slow down,” Mike yelled smiling to himself.

She finally did and then stopped, “Oh fuck,” She gasped! “You guys scared the piss outta me,” She said starting to smile while still gasping for breath.

“Did ya like it,” Mike asked grinning?

“Oh fuck…I think that was the scariest haunted house I have ever been in! How did you guys get it so dark?” She asked still jumping around nervously.

“It wasn’t too hard once we sealed off the windows at the end of each hall.” He told her smiling at her reactions.

“God, Escort Yeniköy you guys scared me to death,” She smiled now at him. “That was awesome!”

“Glad ya liked it,” Mike said. She was definitely cute he thought.

Sarah hugged him. “Thanks, I really enjoyed that,” she said still gasping.

Mike could feel her tits press tightly into his chest. This was working out even better than he hoped.

“No problem,” he responded.

“Ya think I could go again, I mean later after others have a turn,” Sarah asked with pleading eyes.

This girl loves being scared Mike thought. “Sure, why not,” he said.

“Oh, thanks,” Sarah said hugging him again and pressing her nice tits into him. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Your welcome,” Mike said beginning to become distracted himself.

“Hey, you better get back upstairs,” Sarah said stepping back.

“Yeah…your right!” Mike said not wanting to leave.

Sarah stepped forward and kissed him. It was a fast kiss on the lips but nice nonetheless. She then turned and hurried down the hall to where her room was. Mike followed her. He said bye as he hurried past her room towards the stairs up.

“Bye Mike,” Sarah said. “See ya later.”

Mike took the steps two at a time as his cell buzzed. Ten or twelve girls were waiting in line. Some of the guys that did not want to help or thought the idea sucked were conversing with them and offering them beers as they waited. Those fuckers Mike thought as he reached the top and moved in front of the line. They didn’t think this was a good idea and now they are taking advantage of it. Cheap fuckin bastards he thought as he gave one the evil eye. He didn’t like Terry anyway. Guy was just a jackass. No one really liked him.

Well, at least these guys are keeping the women occupied between runs he thought. Betty was next. She was a tall girl at close to 5′ 10″ and must have had C or D cup tits.

“Ya ready,” Mike said into the cell?

“Where the hell ya been,” Jay answered back.

“Tell ya later! Ya ready,” Mike repeated?

“Yeah, we have been,” Jay answered.

“Ok, next one is coming,” Mike responded.

“Okay follow me,” Mike said breathing hard, more from the excitement than exertion. He reached to take Betty’s hand.

“Wait…wait,” Betty said. “Is it really scary?”

“No…not to much,” Mike white lied.

“Well…it’s just we heard Sarah screaming like she was being raped and she was acting so tough beforehand,” Betty worried.

“It’s tame. Don’t worry,” Mike said.

He took Betty’s hand and started the trip through the haunted house again. Betty had a harder time than Sarah with the obstacles because of her size. Sarah had also been very agile compared to Betty. Betty started screaming at the first zombie and hardly ever stopped till the end. Mike liked watching her tight ass and big boobs as she climbed over and around the obstacles. However, he was glad they had chosen to switch jobs after an hour because he felt he might be deaf from all the screaming by then.

When they finished the run and Betty hit the exit stairs, she was moving so fast she nearly tripped going down. She screamed bloody murder until she was half way down the girl’s floor hall.

“Wait,” Mike yelled. Maybe he could get more hugs from this big tit blonde he hoped.

“Oh shit,” Betty said gasping for air. “You guys scare me to death,” she said!

“Did ya like it?” Mike asked hope to get her to hug him.

“You bastard,” she said. “Ya told me it wasn’t scary!”

“Well, it’s supposed to be somewhat scary after all.” Mike tried to reason.

“You evil person,” Betty said now smiling and she went and hugged him.

Betty’s major tits poked his chest as she held him and breathed heavy still. She broke the embrace quicker than Mike would have liked and back away.

“You better get back up there,” Betty said.

“Yeah,” Mike said and moved past her and toward the steps.

As he ran up the hall he spotted Sarah in her doorway. She gave him the finger then fell back into her room with her roommate laughing as he went by. What the hell was that he wondered laughing to himself?

Next one was Candy. Then Rachel followed by Kristen. Each time the results were similar. He got lots of screaming with some great asses and tits to look at. One girl was braless and Mike got some good looks at jiggling tits as they climbed over obstacles and ran. One girl also had a skirt on and he got a good look at her panties as she cleared one climb. Not every girl hugged him but several did. He made his last run, before it was Andy’s turn to lead. When he was passing by Sarah’s room again, she wiggled her come here finger at him. He did and she kissed him good on the lips and then sent him on his way. Once again he could feel his cock waking in his groin. God, she is hot he thought.

Andy took over and the next hour was more of the same. They were getting about nine girls through in an hour. The line was still at least ten after the second hour. The girl’s floor was buzzing with excitement and drinking as the girls were obviously enjoying themselves immensely. Several guys from their floor and others from the floor below were conversing with the girls. It was a regular party atmosphere and everyone was having a great time.

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This is a work of fiction. Any coincidental likeness to names, places, people or activity is purely that: Coincidence. All characters are over 18 years old. Constructive criticism is welcome. Outright bashing of being “unbelievable” or some such is not – of course it’s unbelievable! It’s a fictional story meant to create an emotional diatribe between the words and your imagination.

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HELD UP

The convenience store was a great place to work, so said all of the employees. Even though the owner called it a convenience store it was really just a well-to-do liquor store. A kind of spiced up 7-11 without the crazy prices nor the inflation of consumer intrepidity over stock and demand. The only problem with it was that it was located in a section of town that was middle ground to the upper class and desperate thieves. A right on the train tracks type of place. The upper echelon of humanity on the one side of the tracks came, as well as the ne’er-do-wells, but this story isn’t about the supposed good people this time.

The thieves liked it more than the upper class.

Daryl thought of this for less than a second as he stared down the barrel of the gun. His other, more forbearing and rudimentary, thought was that the gun being only a couple of inches from his nose made it look like a ninety-nine magnum.

Having been the clerk for three robberies before this Daryl knew what to do, how fast to do it and when not to do anything. He was also trained by the security team that setup the new anti-theft system the store paid heavily into: where the cameras were, where the buttons to activate the alarms were – there were three, what happened when the alarm was pressed and how long it took to get the security company and the police onsite. He’d also been taught what to look for in potential thieves who were casing the joint.

Daryl saw the casement from when the first young woman came in and just walked around for a minute and then walked out without purchasing anything and then when the masked person came in again fifteen minutes later. As soon as he saw this – from the way the person looked at who was or wasn’t in the store, from the way the masked ne’er-do-well kept staring at him and the way the person kept looking up and around as though searching for cameras. The cameras were easy enough to spot but thanks to the redesign of the interior it took several seconds for any potential robber to get to the counter whether the gun was out or not. In this case the gun came out as soon as the door opened and the command to “not move a muscle” had been shouted.

The young man’s hands were below the counter when the door opened and the yell reached him. When the second command was given to raise his hands over head Daryl did so hitting the button under the counter with a turn of his hand so that his index finger ran between the three sided plastic encasement where the button was located. At that moment the front doors to the store immediately closed themselves and then large metal bars shot across the frames of glass while the two front windows had metal blinds dropping down and locking into place – essentially barring any chance at escape.

Two thieves quickly approached the counter, guns out and threats falling from their mouths.

Of the two, the taller one, who was obviously in charge, reached about five foot six and with the mask kind of looking like a high school freshman out for a dare run. The other, the shorter one, stood only about five feet even. Daryl had been taught how to gauge the heights of people and he was actually pretty good at it. He also saw that their walk was different than he’d seen on many of the robbers who had come through. There was almost a lilting gait from the tall one and short, quick measured hip steps from the short one – both of them had very nice thighs accentuated by the tightness of their jeans.

‘Tall’ shouted, “Open that fucking door!” This was when the gun was put right next to his face and he had to cross his eyes to focus on it.

Hands raised he could only shrug and shake his head and oddly and quietly blurt, “I can’t.” No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get that manly thing going in his voice so it shook a little with the fear.

He did notice, however, that there was something weird about the thief’s voice. Something tinny inside the timbre that reminded him of his passed little sister trying to mimic him by lowering her voice and mocking whatever he said. Their movements were decidedly in between male and female so he couldn’t place the oddity he thought he saw. Their jackets were wide and big so they hid any telltale curves and accentuations of the forms but he knew – mainly from the form fitting jeans. Femme fatale.

“You had better open that door or I’m gonna open a very large hole in your head, bastard,” Tall threatened. Daryl could only shake his head in mute apology, his eyes never leaving the large black hole of the gun barrel.

Short piped over, Subaşı Escort “Just get the money and we’ll go out the back.” Daryl noticed that Short’s voice was also an odd timbre. He also noticed that Short was about as tall as the young woman who cased the place just a short time ago.

Tall looked over at Short and said to Daryl, “You heard her…it. Open the register, bag it and hand it over right now.”

Daryl heard the mistake but was too frightened to make any use of it at the moment. He looked at the gun and pointed one finger from his raised right hand at it and quietly said, “I’m goi…goin…going to need you back up just a bit so I can move…uh, over there.” It didn’t matter how much of a man you thought you were – if a gun is pointed scant millimeters from your face you’re going to be a little shaky somewhere.

Tall reached over the counter a bit more, enough to put the gun even closer right between the scared clerk’s eyes, and asked, “What did you just say?” He couldn’t see the hole anymore. It was pressing into his forehead.

“If you want the money I have to be able to get to it. It’s over there,” he motioned again with his right hand.

With eyes afire Tall slowly backed up enough for Daryl to move. As Tall moved Daryl noticed Short had gone back to the front and was watching for anyone or anything to come along through the fallen metal bars that crossed the windows now. Inside he knew that he was probably going to die tonight. He wasn’t a coward but a situation like this scared you, he knew. He had to firm up his resolve because he knew that they were going to be a while. A stand-off of some sort was inevitable. When those bars dropped it took the police and the security company to open them again.

He calmly stepped the three paces to the register while Tall kept the gun pointed at him. Having been robbed before he knew the drill but this was different since the new security system was in place. It had been designed to keep the malcontents inside until the police arrived and could shoot everyone. That’s what the owner thought, anyway. Still, it was always trying as he stepped to the register and began pressing the digital screen of this completely modern liquor store.

Tall saw all the presses on the screen and yelled, “Open it! Now!”

Daryl was shaking but screamed right back, “I can’t. The system isn’t designed that way.” At a very fervent gesture of bringing the gun closer to him while Short came up beside Tall and pointed another gun at him Daryl cursed the owner for this nonsense. Despite that, he had never stopped depressing stuff on the touchscreen monitor and soon the register drawer popped open. He immediately grabbed a paper bag from the under the counter and began placing the money in it. When the register’s cash was in the bag he held it out to Tall.

“Now the safe,” Tall demanded.

Daryl’s shoulders slumped. His face dropped with a conclusion of death and he resignedly pointed his left thumb over his shoulder to a sign above one of the shelves of bourbon that said “Clerks do not have access to safe.”

Short got anxious and grabbed the bag from Tall’s hand and began moving to the back of the store via the end of the front counter and around a short bended corner to the right. Tall hadn’t moved and kept staring at Daryl with frustration and impatience quadrupled with anger and a large gun. “Fuck,” came a very girlish yell.

Tall quickly looked over the way Short had gone, gun following her eyes. When Short came walking back Tall looked at Daryl again with a severity that could probably cause a staff sergeant to pass out.

“What happened?,” Tall asked with fury, eyes never leaving this sod behind the counter.

“The door is barred up and down,” said a shoulder drooping Short.

“Open these doors,” started Tall, “or I will blow your head clean off.” All of a sudden there was a tinge of fear and a very female voice coming from under the taller thief’s mask.

Daryl found a small voice and calmly stated, “I can’t. They’re controlled by the security team,” he lied. He knew that the fear in his voice would hide any shakiness of the falsehood. That falsehood being that the police also had to be involved. It was an unintentional lie that he would think about later should he survive.

At that moment sirens could be heard as red and blue lights appeared out of the still visible area of the window of the front door. Short ran over to the side of the door and counted three police cars with men jumping out, guns drawn and positioning themselves behind their car doors.

“Shit,” said Short.

A moment later the phone rang and Daryl stutter stepped toward it but Tall’s gun was back on him causing him to stop. “Don’t answer that,” Tall exacted.

“It’s probably the police or the security company wanting to talk to me…or you,” Daryl said weakly.

After several more rings the phone stopped ringing and a voice could be heard from outside – Subaşı Escort Bayan “You inside, you’re surrounded with nowhere to go. Drop your weapons and be prepared to come out with your hands up on our signal.”

Daryl saw Tall’s eyes droop with loss for just a second before they raised back up at him with more fury and Tall asked, “Is there a back office in this place?”

“Sure,” said Daryl, “at the end of the counter to the left.”

“Are there cameras in there?”

“No.” The lie came easy this time for an unknown reason.

“Let’s go then,” pressed Tall, wagging the gun at him and leaning in the direction of the back of the store.

Slowly Daryl began the walk toward the office, hands still in the air, with Tall paralleling him on the other side of the counter. When he reached the end of the counter he turned left and Tall pressed the gun to the back of his head. He entered the ten by ten room and walked to the right side of the room where he stopped against some file cabinets. In the middle of the room was a smallish fake wood desk with a plush chair behind it. All over the walls were corkboards with schedules, graphs, receipts, invoices and what might have been detritus if one didn’t know what they were looking at. Daryl knew what it all was but didn’t really care at that moment.

Short followed them in carrying one of the bandanas from the clearance rack next to the front door. After Tall told him to sit down Short went behind him and covered his eyes with the cloth and tied it behind his head. Short then pulled off her mask and blond hair spilled out over her shoulders and she looked at Tall with a ‘what now?’ shrug of her shoulders.

Tall also removed the mask revealing a pressed down mop of red hair. She then unzipped the black jacket and slipped it off of her shoulders revealing a tank top with spaghetti straps closely covering a decent sized bust. Exasperation in her voice she ordered Short to look for some rope and tie him to the chair. As Short went back to the store she forgot to take her mask. Tall saw this but figured it didn’t matter anymore since they were caught.

She walked over to the seated hostage and gently kicked him in the foot to get his attention. “What?,” he asked.

With a gentle tone Tall replied, “We’re going to need your help getting out of here.”

Daryl felt some inward strength building inside of him – he knew he was dead, they knew they were caught – he had nothing to lose. He also didn’t know where it came from. “Suck my dick,” he said.

“What the fuck did you say?” Tall’s anger was palpable and she pressed the gun against Daryl’s head. “Say it again.”

“Suck. My. Dick.” A smirk came to his face and he visibly relaxed in the chair. Despite his eyes being covered he had was going to face Death on the manly side. Willis and Arnold are pussies compared to what I’m going to lose here. So? Why not make it good. Daryl still didn’t know where this was coming from but he liked it.

Short returned just a moment later and went directly to the chair and began tying Daryl’s arms to the arms of the chair. She didn’t even look at Tall, just went to work and then Tall hit the prisoner in the side of the head with a thwap from the side of the gun.

“Go ahead, boy, now that we’re both here, say it again,” Tall demanded.

“Say what?,” asked Short.

Daryl’s bravado was rising. The hit on the side of his head hurt a little but that was easy to take from his point of view. He still held the concept of his death in the forefront of his mind so his tension was lessening and he was beginning not to care. This is where he considered that despair either took true form and turned your insides to ‘flambé of don’t care’ or where the ‘don’t care’ registered something else within you. A type of amalgamated sensation ranging from ambivalence to near tension free calculation.

“She told me that you girls are going to need my help getting out of here,” Daryl began, tilting his head in where he thought Short still was, “but knowing that you can’t get out, knowing that if I’m hurt – whether shot or stabbed or made dead in any way – that your lives are forfeit and you’re going away for a good amount of time I replied with what I’m going to say again. Suck my dick. Since you’re back, though, you can suck it, too. Or rather this – Both of you, on your knees and suck my dick, topless. No, naked, while you finger each other.”

Short looked at the blindfolded prisoner and then back to Tall with complete incredulity. “Really?”

“Really.” Daryl had a smile on his face and was getting bolder by the moment. “You know, now that I think about it, you can both get naked and then one of you can get my balls while the other deep throats me and gags. Maybe a rim job; definitely fucking – I want both of your pussies covering my dick; and then you can swallow my cum while I slap your faces with my…”

That was when Short hit him in the jaw. And then she hit him Escort Subaşı again and again and went crazy. “How dare you, you dumb motherfucker…”

It went on for almost thirty seconds before Tall pulled her off, hit him in the jaw with the palm of her hand and Daryl was sure they probably heard the slap outside. Just then the phone on the desk rang.

Both women were startled by it and stepped back. “You’dth bether answa it,” Daryl tried to say as blood ran from his nose and one corner of his mouth. Tall looked at Short and Short nodded.

“Hello?”

“Being the perpetrator, on film, with a weapon and a hostage you have nowhere to go. Give up now. Put down your weapons and come out with your hands up and it doesn’t have to get ugly,” a deep, rich voice said.

“I’ll think about it and call you back,” Tall replied. She wrote down a phone number and hung up the phone.

“Well?,” asked Short.

Dejected and exasperated Tall told Short what was said. Then a hand snaked by her hip and she jumped from the desk, gun at the ready, and she saw that it was their prisoner with his blindfold off reaching for a box of tissues on the desk. He held the hand up in a defensive, non-threatening manner but still reached for the tissue.

Daryl had decided during the brief phone call not to care even more and slid the blindfold above his eyes. The knots were not done well so he slipped them and took in the scenery. He had blood on his fingers when he touched his, thankfully, unbroken nose and sought the pseudo cloth to try and wipe it away.

Both women pointed their guns at Daryl and he half-smiled and then blew his nose to try and clear some of the blood. When he finished he folded the napkin and threw into the waste basket next to the desk. “Well, go ahead,” he said, much more clear due to the quickly formed blood clots being mostly gone.

He looked right at them and stated with a certain finality, “Shoot. I’ve got nothing. I gain nothing by trying to be a hero and stopping you – my boss would yell at me about why I wasn’t Chuck Norris and kicked your asses since you’re only girls.”

Then he would begin figuring out how much it will cost him to get the security company he pays for to open the doors without charging him or some such thing, then I would have to figure out what, if anything, was stolen and then he would state that I have to pay for it by time. Then, when everything is all settled he’d fire me. So there goes the job. I live in a closet; all of my family is dead; I don’t have the money to get out of this dipshit area of the city; and I haven’t been laid in more than two years ’cause I can’t get a chick to come my side of town and I don’t own a car or even a bicycle so I can’t get anywhere. As well, most of the women around are butt-fuckin’ugly or you can tell there’ve been so many people between their legs that something keeps moving in their pants.”

The women looked at him without sympathy but they did see that he no longer cared what they did to him so doing anything to him wasn’t going to help them.

“So,” Daryl stated with a loud call to get their attention, “you two can either get naked, fuck the life from me and then go to jail or just go to jail. And I’ll tell you this – I eat pussy like an animal.”

Daryl’s bluster was gaining a grandiose level though his eyes belied the outward perception. All that he told them was true and he felt that if they were going to shoot him, fine; torture him, fine – but he wasn’t going without a fight. They were pretty and Daryl could see that Tall had a nice rack he’d love sandwiching his dick through. He stood from the chair and the guns raised with him. His hands went to his zipper and he lowered it, reached in and gently pulled out a Holmes-ian cock. Almost six inches of manhood winked at the females with its one eye, without even being erect.

Short gasped at the size of the thing and her gun dropped. Tall looked at it, impressed, but her gun only dropped a little. “Oh my god!,” Short said with clear want in her voice.

“Any takers?,” asked Daryl.

After a few moments of no one moving or saying anything he gently put his manhood away and began to walk around the desk heading for the door to the office.

“Where the fuck you goin’?,” Tall demanded.

Daryl turned and looked directly at her and said, “Look, either shoot me or don’t. We’re trapped, no one’s going anywhere until they open the bars and come in en masse and shoot everything moving. I’m getting a drink and some ice.” With that he walked out of the office and into the main floor of the store.

He looked up at the camera as he walked under and gave a thumbs up and then went to the cold drink fridge and pulled out a Ruby Red grapefruit juice. The tartness and tang was always a balm for him. He stayed out for only another moment to check outside the window and saw that the cops were still there but their guns weren’t drawn. He also saw his boss and saw him arguing about something.

The trip took all of two minutes and he forgot the ice. When Daryl walked back into the office he was surprised to find Short sitting on the top of the desk, naked as birth, leaning back on her arms, her legs dangling over the edge of the desk and her pussy waiting. For him, presumably.

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This is the second part of a long love story. If you haven’t read the first chapter, I recommend that you do so. If you’re looking for instant thrills with little or no plot, please look elsewhere. Both chapters contain some low-key violence. While I consider myself a moderately experienced writer, I am new to the world of erotic fiction. I would therefore welcome any comments or feedback, positive or otherwise. Characters in sex scenes are eighteen years old or over. All characters are imaginary—any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 to the author.

Reconciliation

There was a light tap on the door followed by the sound of it opening. Caro didn’t turn round. “Please don’t say anything more, Lainy. I’ve apologised for upsetting you. If you’ll just give me time to find other accommodation, I’ll leave as soon as I can.”

Gentle hands turned her around. “I’m the one who should apologise for hurting you, Caro,” said Lainy, “After all these months I should know you better than to think you were just after a cheap shag.” She reached out to wipe tears from Caro’s cheeks. “Did you mean what you said, that you’re in love with me?”

“Every word,” Caro replied, “I’ve been falling in love with you for ages but I haven’t had the guts to admit it, not even to myself, until recently. I was so mixed up about my feelings. All I know is that for a long time now I’ve been getting up in the morning happy, knowing that I’ll see you at breakfast. I’ve been coming home from work happy, knowing that I’ll be spending the evening with you. These months with you have brought me so much joy. And when we danced together tonight, I knew for sure that you’re the only one for me. Whatever you think of me, Lainy, I love you.”

“But you’re straight.”

“Right now, I’m not sure what I am,” confessed Caro, “All I know is that I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you and I truly love you.”

Lainy pulled Caro close and stroked her hair. “I’ve got to tell you, Caro, I’ve been in love with you for months but said nothing because I thought you were straight. Forgive my bad temper please—ever since Susannah died I’ve had so many hit on me just for what they thought they could get out of me.”

She cupped Caro’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. It was a sweet kiss, a loving and gentle kiss, one that hung between them like a sigh evaporating in the air. Then Lainy’s fingers began to toy with the top buttons of Caro’s pyjama jacket. “May I? If you still want me?”

Caro nodded. “Oh yes… ”

Lainy opened all the buttons and turned Caro so that she could ease the jacket from her shoulders. She slipped her hands into the trousers waistband and slid them down so that they pooled at Caro’s feet. Caro shivered as she felt a warm tongue travelling from the cleft in her buttocks, up her spine and to the nape of her neck where Lainy planted a series of tiny kisses and nibbles. Lainy reached round to hold and caress Caro’s breasts and felt the nipples harden in her palms.

Then Caro seemed to stiffen and was shaken by a tremor. “What is it?” said Lainy, “Do you want me to stop? It doesn’t matter if you’ve changed your mind—we don’t have to do this now if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t stop, Lainy—I want to so much,” whispered Caro, “It’s just that I’m a bit scared… I’ve never been with a woman before. I don’t know what to do…” She placed her hands over Lainy’s to press them closer to her breasts.

Lainy led Caro to the bed and laid her face down. “I’ll help you relax, Caro, just trust me. Remember, anything you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop.” She began to massage Caro’s shoulders and back with a deft and certain touch. Her hands were firm yet comforting as she stroked her way down Caro’s back. Lainy took her time, pausing to knead Caro’s shapely buttocks, and carrying on down her thighs and calves. Caro felt her tension easing and a warm, tingling sensation slowly overtaking her body. She gave a tiny sigh and wriggled a little into the comfort of the duvet.

Lainy moved back up Caro’s body but now, instead of her hands, she used her lips and tongue, licking and kissing her way up one leg and then moving back down to repeat her actions on the other leg. When she reached Caro’s bottom, she spent a very long time just licking and nipping all over each round buttock in turn as she caressed the other. Caro felt herself becoming very wet and she started to make little mewling noises. Slowly, Lainy kissed and tongue-bathed almost every inch of Caro’s back before planting a seemingly endless series of baby kisses across Caro’s shoulders and neck.

Lainy turned Caro over and kissed each of her eyelids and cheeks and the tip of her nose. She lowered her lips to Caro’s, at first keeping her mouth lightly closed, leaving it to Caro to choose what to do next. Hesitantly at first, then more surely, Caro’s arms came around Lainy’s neck and pulled her closer. Her lips parted slightly and Lainy allowed the tip of her tongue to play along Caro’s Ayrancılar Escort mouth. Caro responded and their tongues touched for the first time. Caro moaned and tightened her grip and thrust her tongue forward more firmly so that Lainy could suck on it.

At last Lainy broke the kiss so that she could raise herself slightly to look at Caro’s body. Caro’s breasts were probably 34B and beautifully shaped with large rosy nipples and areolas. Her torso, flat and trim from all the gym-work, displayed a prominent belly button, and there was a neatly-trimmed auburn bush between her legs. Lainy whispered: “You’re so beautiful, Caro,” and lowered her mouth to Caro’s once more so that their tongues could continue to duel before she moved to lick and kiss Caro’s ears and throat. And all the time she was stroking Caro’s breasts and body slowly, over and over, while Caro, eyes closed, moaned with mounting pleasure.

Lainy’s mouth closed upon one of Caro’s nipples while she took the other between thumb and forefinger and played and tugged gently. Caro, fully aroused, went to reach between her legs but Lainy stopped her. “Pussy’s mine,” she admonished, “You’ll wait until I’m good and ready. Believe me, you’ll appreciate it all the more.” She continued to suck at Caro’s nipples while Caro whimpered and small tremors shook her body. She was no longer shaking with apprehension but with urgent need.

Lainy continued play with Caro’s breasts while kissing and nuzzling downwards, spending a little time delving in Caro’s belly button with her tongue and gently biting here and there. At last she placed one hand between Caro’s legs and moaned a little herself when she felt slick wetness. She slipped two slightly hooked fingers into the sodden folds and Caro’s hips gave an involuntary twitch. Lainy felt her fingers clamped in a velvet grip and she knelt between Caro’s open legs so that she could more easily bring her mouth to Caro’s pussy. Using the flat of her tongue, she began to lap at the flowing moisture, then with the tip she flicked at Caro’s tiny clit which was just protruding from its hood.

Caro grabbed at Lainy’s head to hold it in place. She could feel her pussy rippling and clenching and an unfamiliar heat surging through her nerve endings. “Yes, Lainy, yes! Don’t stop! Please… don’t stop!” Suddenly her body had a massive spasm, her whole torso stiffening and almost rising from the bed. “Yes, oh God, oh please, yes!” She was shaking and laughing and crying all at once as her body jerked several more times. Lainy looked up and saw that Caro’s face and breasts were heavily flushed and that tears were pouring down her cheeks and that her whole face was a picture of wonder and delight. Chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, she clutched at Lainy. “Oh my God, Lainy, I never knew it could be like that!”

Lainy moved up and held Caro close. “You’ve never come like that before?”

“I’ve never come before. Well, not with anyone else present.” She buried her face in Lainy’s shoulder, still panting, and Lainy held her close, stroking her as she calmed down.

Caro’s body relaxed and her breathing became more easy as it returned to normal. Then she explained: “Sex with Bruno was like everything else with him—brutal, unpleasant. Bruno’s idea of foreplay was ‘I’m ready, you’re ready’. He just used to ram his cock in and come pretty quickly. I think sex was more about power than pleasure for him. And if he was in a nasty mood and I didn’t come, I’d get a slapping. If he was in a good mood and I didn’t come, then he’d complain that I was a frigid little bitch. I got into the habit of lubing up when we went to bed so it didn’t hurt too much and I got pretty good at faking orgasms. But it wasn’t just Bruno. I had three lovers before him. They were all far more caring and considerate and yet I never enjoyed sex with any of them. I began to think that perhaps I was frigid—either that or possibly asexual. I barely got damp with any of them, Lainy, but you only have to touch my hand and I’m soaking wet. So I don’t think I am frigid. It’s just that men don’t seem to turn me on.”

“You’re certainly not frigid, not with that performance,” Lainy assured her, “When you came, your pussy damned near nipped my fingers off.”

Tears appeared again in Caro’s eyes. “That was more wonderful than I would ever have imagined, Lainy. I loved it all and there was nothing I would have wanted to stop you doing.” The two women cuddled for a while, Caro naked, Lainy still in her pyjamas. Then Caro said: “Lainy, can I make love to you now?”

“You know, Caro, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

“But I do want to, Lainy. You’re so lovely and I love you so much and I want to make love to you. I probably won’t be much good, and I’m not even sure how to go about it, but I want to try.”

“You’ll be just fine, babe.” Lainy sat up and slipped off her pyjama jacket. “Just do what feels right and natural to you.” She laid back and waited, closing her eyes. Caro’s eyes lit on Lainy’s Ayrancılar Escort Bayan breasts. They were small, perhaps the size of peaches, with hardly any areolas, but they were perfectly shaped and Lainy had long, thick chocolate-coloured nipples. Caro immediately wanted to latch onto those nipples but refrained, determined to give Lainy as much pleasure as she possibly could. She lowered her mouth to Lainy’s.

For quite a while, the pair just lay there, swapping tiny kisses as Caro caressed Lainy’s cheeks and shoulders. The kisses became deeper and more passionate, tongues caressing and dancing together, before Caro moved her attention to Lainy’s neck and jawline, kissing and licking as she massaged Lainy’s chest between the breasts. Slowly, tentatively, she took Lainy’s breasts in her hands and thrilled at the feeling of the stiffened nipples pushing into her palms.

Unable to resist any longer, Caro bent and took one of those fascinating nipples into her mouth and sucked deeply, then moved from one nipple to the other, over and over. It was as if she had long been denied nourishment and had now found an abundance and she continued to toy and tug at the free nipple. The feel of those hard, erect nubs between her lips and tongue and fingers gave Caro more pleasure than she could have imagined. As she suckled, Lainy moaned loudly and held Caro’s head to her breasts, stroking her auburn hair.

Still feasting, Caro moved one hand down Lainy’s belly until she reached the waistband of the other woman’s pyjama shorts, where she hesitated. “It’s okay, babe, go ahead,” Lainy whispered, “Do whatever you want.”

Encouraged, Caro allowed her hand to go deep into the shorts and down to Lainy’s mound. Straightaway, two things thrilled her: Lainy was shaved smooth and her pussy was drenched. I’ve done that to her, thought Caro, I’ve made Lainy so wet. Letting go of Lainy’s nipple, Caro moved down the bed and stripped off her lover’s shorts. For the first time in her life, Caro found herself gazing, rapt, at another woman’s honeypot.

Lainy’s bare pussy gaped slightly to reveal a glorious inner dark-pink colour. Her outer and inner lips were swollen and she was oozing creamy, slippery moisture. A rich musky smell rising from Lainy made Caro shiver with delight. She reached out a finger and coated the tip with a little pussy-juice which she brought to her lips. The taste was similar to her own yet subtly different and perhaps a little stronger. “She’s so lovely, Lainy. Can I kiss her?”

Lainy sighed. “Oh, yes…yes… please…”

At first Caro merely touched her mouth to Lainy’s pussy, revelling in the smell and the wetness against her lips. Finally, she put out the tip of her tongue and gently licked from bottom to top to flick against the clitoris. Lainy let out a muted cry, encouraging Caro to repeat the action. Caro pulled Lainy a little closer and began to lap with greater confidence, coating her tongue and lips with the delicious fluid. Emboldened, she used one hand to ease back the clitoral hood while sliding the forefinger of her other hand into Lainy’s tight vagina which was hot and clinging. Sheer instinct took over and, adding a second finger, she started to finger-fuck Lainy while drawing the clit into her mouth and sucking hard.

Lainy whimpered, breath coming in short gasps, and her hips jerked. She grasped Caro’s head to hold her there and suddenly came hard, crying out as she did so. Her body convulsed several times and Caro’s heart leapt with triumph. I’ve done it, I’ve made Lainy come!

“Come up here.” Lainy tugged at Caro until they were on the same level and then she covered Caro’s face with kisses. Despite the obvious power of Lainy’s orgasm, there was an element of doubt in Caro’s mind, quickly dispelled.

Lainy hugged Caro close, kissing her deeply. “My God, Caro, you’re a natural. You’ll probably break me in half when you’ve had some practice and I’m going to make sure you get plenty of that.

“Caro, when I was nasty to you earlier, you said that you’d move out of here. Do you still want to go?”

“No, I didn’t want to go in the first place but I didn’t want to hurt you any more.”

“Good.” Lainy sounded relieved. “Right, there’s only one place you’re moving to–straight into my bedroom. I love you and that’s where you’re going for keeps.”

Lainy finds peace

When Lainy came up to the flat from the gym the next evening, the first thing she noticed was that the lights were low and that there was a mouth-watering smell of cooking. The table, set for two, was covered with a white cloth. A single rose in a slim crystal vase stood in the centre of the table and candles flickered in a candelabra. To one side was an ice-bucket with the neck of a bottle protruding. Lainy lifted the bottle. It was her favourite San Pellegrino mineral water, with a label, hand-written by Caro, plastered on: This was a very good year.

She smiled, and then just as abruptly her smile disappeared. Four framed photographs Ayrancılar Escort Bayan of herself and another girl stood on a side coffee table, photographs that she knew she had hidden away. Caro appeared from the kitchen, threw an arm around Lainy’s neck and kissed her hard. “Hello, gorgeous.”

Lainy didn’t respond. “What’s this?” she demanded.

Caro looked surprised at Lainy’s tone. “I took the afternoon off work so that I could make a special celebration dinner for us—our first as a couple.”

“Not that, those.” Lainy gestured angrily towards the photographs. “Have you been snooping?”

“Ah…” Calmly, Caro took her by the hand and led her to the sofa. “Now you listen to me, Lorraine Marshall, before you let your temper go off half-cocked again. Do you recall some months back asking me to get some important papers from your desk? You couldn’t remember which drawer they were in and said I’d have to search.” Lainy gave a grudging nod. “Those photos were in the first drawer I looked in. It wasn’t snooping—I found them by chance.”

Lainy had the grace to look abashed as she mumbled an apology.

“Anyway, I thought the photos too good to be hidden—love simply shines out of them. I take it that’s Susannah?”

“Yes.”

“She looks lovely.”

“She was. Lovely and funny and sweet and kind.”

“Then why in heaven’s name did you hide her away?” said Caro.

“Shame, I suppose,” Lainy admitted, “Shame at the way I reacted after her death.”

“There’s nothing shameful about grief,” Caro said, “It’s all part of the healing process.”

“There was plenty to be ashamed of in my grief.” Lainy’s voice was low and her violet-shaded eyes were downcast.

“Look here, Susannah was a part of your life, a very important part. Don’t hide her away—be proud of her, have her out in the open and remember the love you shared.”

“You wouldn’t be jealous?”

Caro shook her head. “Of course not. Why should I be? Tell you what—if you like, we could have our photos taken together to display with those.”

“And you really do love me, Caro? You’re not just saying that?” There was a note of uncertainty, almost of fear, in Lainy’s voice, something Caro had never heard there before. It was as if, having lost one love, she was terrified that she might lose another.

“No, I’m not just saying that. I really do love you, with all my heart.”

“And I… I… love you… oh God…” Then without warning, Lainy—tough Lainy—collapsed into Caro’s arms, weeping bitterly. She wept and wept, her cries almost animal-like in their pain, and terrible shudders wracked her body. Caro said nothing, just held Lainy close, rocking and soothing her as best she could, waiting for the storm to end. After a long time the cries and the tears slowly subsided. With a final sob or two, Lainy hugged Caro tightly.

“I’ve soaked your top,” she hiccupped.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Lainy mopped her eyes. “I must look like hell.”

Caro smiled. “You’ll always be beautiful to me, no matter what you look like.”

“Whatever, I guess I needed to do that. Thank you for being here for me, Caro, thank you for holding me, and for loving me. You see, I never wept properly for Susannah before.” Lainy’s voice was choked. “I told you why she died but I didn’t tell you how. We were living in our old flat and were watching a film on the TV. I had my arm around her and about half-way through the film I turned to tell her something and at first I thought she was asleep. But she wasn’t—she’d gone. She’d just slipped quietly away. I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye to her.

“Oh, I had a little weep but it was only a little one. I loved Susannah to distraction but thought I was too hard-boiled to show my grief. People said how brave I was, but I wasn’t being brave. I was being a coward, shying away from things. I blamed myself for not noticing when she died. I blamed Susannah for not telling me of her heart condition, although I suppose she was trying to spare me worry and heartache. And I blamed myself again for not saving her, despite the doctors telling me I couldn’t have done anything, that she must have died within seconds. So instead of letting it all out in tears, I crawled into a vodka bottle. Within months… no, weeks… I was borderline alcoholic and I was on the wrong side of the border. I was like that for a year or so, just living on booze and very little else.” A rueful grin. “Not recommended as a healthy diet.

“Thank God for Joss, I don’t know why he bothered, the way I treated him at times, but bother he did and helped save me. That’s why I don’t drink now and that’s why I was filled with shame and hid her pictures away. You’ve probably wondered sometimes where I disappear to for the odd hour. I go to AA meetings. I’m pretty sure I’ve beaten the booze but it does help me and if I can help somebody else, I will.

“When we were at that concert, I came close to weeping then but managed not to—I felt as if the ‘Pavane for a Dead Princess’ had been written specially for Susannah. I said I didn’t tell you I’d fallen for you thinking you were straight. That was true enough, but it was only part of the truth. The other part was that I believed I was betraying Susannah, being unfaithful, for loving somebody else. You know, last night was the first time I’ve made love since she died.”

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The boat trip from Florida to the Bahamas was quite uneventful. Regardless of what one might think, it is near impossible to get away for a quickie on a large boat when you don’t have a cabin. We docked in Freeport, and got a taxi to take us to our hotel where we checked in. Refreshed from the fresh air on the boat, and reinvigorated by the tropical climate, we immediately began to put on our swimsuits. However, after 4 hours on a boat and being unable to satisfy any desires, we really couldn’t wait anymore.

I pulled her bikini top off and dove in, licking all over her chest avoiding her nipples. I licked, nibbled, kissed, and caressed her tits until she was going crazy with anticipation. When she grabbed my head to force a nipple into my mouth, I resisted little and popped her hard bud between my lips and began lightly nipping at her nipple. She threw her head back and moaned, and I switched to the other. I continued alternating between her super sensitive nipples for several minutes before standing up and pushing her back on the bed. I yanked her bottoms off then, and began kissing my way down to her golden triangle paying extra attention on the sides of her stomach.

I finally reached the area between her legs, but didn’t pay any attention to her dripping pussy, but instead began licking her thighs and hips, especially the areas adjacent to her vagina. Again, she grabbed my head and maneuvered it to where she wanted, and I found her clit pressed right up against my tongue. I started attacking her little nub with circles of my tongue, then moved to run my tongue up and down her slit without sticking my tongue inside of her. I continued licking and licking, and began to work deeper and deeper as she started breathing harder and harder until she finally exploded and began trashing around. I grabbed her hips and held her in place and went crazy on her clit putting constant pressure on it until she begged me to stop as she was so sensitive.

I crawled up her with my face full of her juices and began kissing her. She never fails to enjoy the taste of a woman, even if it is herself. After she had licked all of her juices off of my lips, I flipped over so she could take my cock. I was surprised when instead of going down on me, she instead climbed up, straddled my hips and plunged her soppy hole over my dick. She sat straight up, and began fingering her clit with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other hand. She started cumming almost immediately and kept on slamming herself up and down, rubbing herself to a continuous orgasm. After she came down, I flipped her over and raised her ass up in the air and shoved my cock back where it belonged. I grabbed her ass and started moving her back and forth, sawing my cock in and out of her pussy.

I reached up with one hand to wipe the sweat away from my forehead, and glanced at the windows. I had thought that the blinds were pulled, but was surprised to see them partly cracked open. I was doubly surprised to see what appeared to be someone watching us? I thought Oh well, if they want a show, if there is anyone there, who am I to stop now? So I continued at the task at hand and began plowing into her even faster. I leaned forward and pressed my weight down on her back so her knees flattened out under us and she was lying flat on her belly while I rutted into her from behind. Feeling the need to finish, I adjusted my position slightly so there was a little more pressure on my dick. Soon enough, I felt the familiar tinglings in my balls, and within seconds cum was surging out of me and filling her pussy.

We both rolled then so we were lying on our backs. We took a couple of moments to regain our breath, and I took the opportunity to glance again at the window. I did not notice anything that looked like a voyeur, so I just dismissed it as being an aberrant shadow. Dawn leaned over, gave me a kiss, and went into the bathroom Tekeli Escort to clean up a little. Within a few minutes, I heard the shower running. I laid there feeling really good, and began thinking about what we might do tonight once we got out of this room. Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up, and said hello? On the other end was a guy, somewhat young by the sound of his voice saying, “I enjoyed your show.” I said thanks; he said “How would you and your woman like a little company?” My curiosity piqued, I asked what he had in mind. He said “I can bring a couple of friends along, and we can take care of your woman real good for you.”

I was stunned for a second or two, not sure what to say. I could hear him breathing on the other end of the line so I knew he was waiting for an answer. I knew I had to make up my mind now, do I share my new wife with a couple of strangers and fulfill one of my biggest fantasies? Do I hope that this situation will come up again if I say no now? How would Dawn react to me allowing other men to fuck her body? I heard the shower shut off, and knew I had to make my decision now. I planned on saying no thanks, but thanks for the offer, but instead found “Sure why not” coming out of my lips. He said “You want us now or later?” I said better do it now before I change my mind. He said “okay, you want me to bring one, two or three friends?”; I said, better just bring two with you, not sure how too many would work out.

He then hung up, and I held the phone for a second before placing it down just as my new wife walked out of the bathroom She asked who I was talking to, I said room service called and they were bringing a couple treats for us. She asked what we did to deserve that, and I said that someone must have liked the way she looked. She asked when they were coming by because she was hungry and wanted something to eat now, I said it sounds like we will only have to wait a couple of minutes, then she would be able to eat to her hearts content. I told her to lay down on the bed naked, I wanted to look at her some more before we had to get those obstructionistic clothes back on. She did, and I sat on the bed rubbing my hands up and down her thighs while watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She looked beautiful lying there, totally unaware of what was about to happen to her. I felt confident that she would be receptive to the situation as we had lightly talked about groups before, and she had always seemed to be interested in the idea of having more than one man at a time.

After what seemed to me like forever, although I know it was only a matter of minutes since I had put the phone down, I heard a knock on the door. I went to the door and looked out the key hole to see three dark skinned well built youths with only Bermuda shorts on. They all seemed to be in their late teens, and I knew that my wife would love the room service they offered if their bodies were any sign of what their cocks would be like. I said come on in, my wife scrambling under the covers while I opened the door. She seemed like she was about to yell at me for opening the door when to the world when she was lying there naked on the bed when she saw them walk in. Awareness suddenly dawned in her eyes as she realized what was happening. She looked to me, I smiled and winked my eye at her, then closed the door as the youths walked in and started to move towards the bed. They fanned out with one moving to each side of the bed, and the third moving to the foot of the bed. I myself found a comfortable chair where I could watch the entire affair unfold.

The one by her feet reached down and without saying a word grabbed the blanket and gently but insistently began pulling it off of her. She was still sitting straight up, but after a brief tug of war, released the blanket so she was now sitting naked surrounded by these three. The one with the blanket Escort Tekeli finally retrieved the entire thing, and tossed it in the corner of the room. While he was getting rid of the blanket, the two on either side of her kneeled on the bed and began kissing her neck and shoulders while gently pushing her down on her back. She willingly went with them, and was soon flat on her back again, with her breasts heaving again. The one by her feet began to lick her toes and nibble on the tender bottom of her feet, while the other two continued kissing her neck, face, shoulders. All three men began to slowly explore further on her body with the two on top reaching her breasts at the same time. As they both took a willing nipple into their mouths, the other had reached her knee and was slowly licking along the inside of her legs. She was really getting into it now and reached out to grasp both of her nipple lickers cocks, but they brushed her hands away simultaneously. She took the hint that they were in charge and placed her hands on their heads as they continued lavishing her nipples with a combination of nips and circular lickings.

Suddenly, she gasped out as the other one had finally reached her pussy and was busily licking away at her lips. He would take one lip in her mouth at a time, and gently suck on it before releasing it and switching to the other. He continued doing this several times before inserting first one then two fingers into her again dripping pussy. He started finger banging her slowly, and then took her clit in his mouth. He sucked and licked on it while fingering her with two fingers, and the other two guys continued working over her nipples. I was again rock hard, but in no hurry to move as I was enjoying the show far too much. I merely sat in my chair and slowly stroked my dick while watching.

The guys on her nipples suddenly pulled off as if by unseen signal and began to take off their shorts. I was impressed by the hardware these two had brought as they were both about 5 inches around and 8 inches long. They both climbed up and surrounding her head, began lightly slapping her in the face with their manhoods. Being no dummy, Dawn knew what to do and took both of them in her hands and started alternating on fitting them in her mouth. Meanwhile, the guy down below was still doing a number on her pussy with his tongue and two fingers. I then saw him remove his fingers, and heard her whimper with disappointment. He licked a third finger, moistening it up really well, and I suddenly knew what he had in mind. He placed his original two fingers back in her pussy, and she made a contented sound around the dick that she was sucking, then suddenly arched as he stuck his third finger into her ass. She was obviously not ready for this, but just as obviously did not object as she began to suck even harder the guys dicks. The guy between her legs had worked his hand and tongue into a rhythm that was driving her crazy and she started loudly moaning around the dick that she was sucking. She started made wet slurping sounds, and then shifted to the other dick while furiously pumping on the soaked cock that was in her hand. The guys in her mouth showed amazing control, even better than I was showing as I had to stop stroking myself for fear of cumming before they even got around to fucking her.

She removed the cock from her mouth and said that she needed some dick in her right now. The guy between her legs removed his fingers from her pussy and ass and stood up to remove his shorts. If I was amazed at the size of his tool, she was downright fascinated. It must have been 10 inches long and 6inches around. She told him to lie on his back, she wanted that monster in her right now. He laid down, and she crawled over him taking no time at all to align the head of his cock with her desperate pussy. She slowly started lowering herself, allowing her inner walls Tekeli Escort Bayan to stretch to accommodate his girth. She paused several times to get comfortable, then finally released her weight and just dropped down onto his cock. She laid there for a moment making little contented sounds, then began rocking her hips back and forth. He reached up and placed a tit in his mouth and began sucking on her nipple while she began to move faster. The volume of his breathing began to increase as her pussy really worked his dick over.

Suddenly he grabbed her hips and stopped her movement. She whimpered a little as another orgasm was quickly approaching, and begged him to let her finish. He merely smiled and said that he had something else in mind that would allow her to finish. He gestured to one of his buds, and pointed to her ass. I was about to see my wife get double teamed! The second guy maneuvered around her, got on the bed behind her, and began tonguing her asshole. With a huge cock stuffed into her and a talented tongue stuffed up her ass, she was really beginning to moan again. After the guy felt that her ass had been sufficiently lubed, he straightened up and spit on his hand, then began to moisten up his own ample cock. He shuffled forward, and pressed the head against her asshole, then began to slowly and gently push forward. There was the briefest resistance to this intruder, but suddenly the head popped in and he began pushing forward. She nearly screamed at the overwhelming feeling of being so full of cock and just about collapsed on the guy beneath her. The guy in her ass started moving back and forth, and the guy below her gently raised her back up on her hands to a slightly more upright position.

As the two guys continued fucking her together, the third guy moved up onto the bed and stuffed his cock into her mouth. It was not difficult as her mouth was hanging open and she was practically drooling from the sensations she was experiencing. She was now airtight with three cocks plugging her three holes, and I don’t think she could have been happier. Her animalistic side had been released, and she was little more than one large nerve experiencing nothing but pleasure. The three guys were now into a perfect rhythm as she did not have to do anything but let them move her back and forth to take all of the cock they could offer. They continued fucking her as she experienced one continuous orgasm.

She removed the cock from her mouth and begged the guys to cum on her as she could not take much more. The two guys fucking her pulled out and stood up as she rolled over on her back to lay on the bed. They all took up positions along side of her body, and for the first time, I stood up and joined the group. We all started stroking our cocks while she was begging for our cum all over her face, her tits, in her hair. The guy that never got to fuck her came first and shot three rapid streams all over her tits, before he finished, the guy that had fucked her ass shot his wad all over her neck. His load was about the equivalent of the first one, and she began rubbing it all over herself from her stomach to her face. Seeing her laying there and enjoying the warm cum that had splashed was too much for me and I added to the load on her face. She was gasping with the pleasure of the whole situation and caught a good portion of my load in her mouth. She added the other guys cum to mine in her mouth and began trying to get as much as possible in to swallow. I heard the big boy finally start grunting and he came like a porn star. His first shot hit her in the forehead, the second on her nose, he kept moving down spraying her neck then her tits with his final blast. He then crawled up and stuck his dick in her mouth so she could retrieve any that might remain.

The other two guys silently began to get dressed as their leader removed his cock from her mouth. He leaned down, gave her a deep kiss, and came up with a little cum on his lips. He licked it off, then began to put his shorts back on as well. Without a word, they all made their way out the door, with only big boy pausing to glance back, wink at us, and mouth thank you. He was then gone leaving us alone in the room.

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