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WARNING: Oral Dildo Training Ch. 07

Chapter 7 – Realization that the Technique is now Easier & my New Dildo :

I am Benny and you should have read the previous chapters first before reading further.

Up until now, my whole experience with the two dildos that Latisha had given me along with her guidance had been so amazing and interesting that part of the results of the techniques I had been taught to practice had been lost on me. The success I had experienced so far had me curious, experimenting, and proud.

Then one day I was practicing deepthroating the second dildo which Latisha had lent me when I realized that this dildo was the very same dildo I had used when Latisha first explained the techniques to me (see the story ‘The Unexpected Visit from Benny’) I had gagged on the dildo so terribly that first time. That was when I realized it… Latisha was right!! I had practiced the techniques she taught me. I had practiced the techniques just like Çankaya Escort Bayan she had taught me. I did not quit when I experienced difficulty. And I had performed the technique religiously just like Latisha had insisted I do. During the first two weeks I had practiced with the jel dildo every single day without fail and I practiced at LEAST 10 minutes a day. And now, after continued practice, these techniques were truly MUCH easier to perform than when I started! It felt really odd to realize that sucking cock was now easier for me to perform but it truly was! In fact it was MUCH easier than I would have ever imagined! I was quite amazed at how correct Latisha had been about her techniques and the guidelines she had given me to perform the exercises most efficiently!

That day was the day that the dildo I ordered arrived. I was so incredibly excited! YES, you read that right! I was EXCITED to open my very first dildo that was all mine! My first dildo! All on my own! I grabbed the box, Çankaya Escort ran into the house, ran into my bedroom, closed the bedroom door, and tore the box open! It was beautiful!

It was soft, realistic, and fat. It was about 10 1/2 inches long altogether, 9 insertable inches, 7 1/2 inches of girth, and 2 1/4 inches thick! I was so thrilled with it. I washed it completely and stuck it right against my bathroom counter. My desire to try sucking this thick big dildo was so strong I HAD to try it right then and there! So I slid it between my lips and it stretched my lips so wide open in a fully perfect ‘O’ shape that I could feel the thinness of my lips as they were being stretched wide! I could barely get it into my mouth at all and try as I might I was not able to get more than 4 inches into my mouth! I tried over and over and over again for over fifteen minutes and stretched my lips and jaws so that I could get the first 5 inches of the 9 insertable inches into my mouth but once the head Escort Çankaya of that fat dildo touched against the opening of my throat it stopped. I kept trying but the dildo was simply too fat to slide into the opening of my throat!

It was just too thick! I figured that 2 1/4 inches thick was too much for me and that I would have to throw it away. Then I thought (since my hard dick is also 2 1/4 inches thick), “So that is what blowing my cock is like?” I wondered how Matthew had ever been able to get my cock into his mouth! Maybe he really did have special blowjob skills!!!

But if I couldn’t get this 2 1/4 inch thick dildo into my throat (and I am a big guy) then how was I to ever expect a little girl to get my big cock that is also 2 1/4 inches thick into her mouth!?!?!?! I was dejected and wondered if all of this practice and effort was wasted time.

I even tried a second time to swallow more of my new dildo the next day but still failed with the same results. I was frustrated and bummed out. My failure to get my new dildo deep into my mouth got me so upset that I ALMOST threw the dildo away right then and there! But the dildo was so realistic and so beautiful I simply could not throw it away.

Boy… later on I was VERY glad that I did NOT throw my dildo out!

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***** Supplication — In which Apricot meets her Internet Daddy for the first time

Apricot looked at herself in the mirror. She was adjusting her bikini. The tiny, black one she had begged her mother to buy her the previous year. She was happy that her breasts had grown nearly a full cup size since then but it meant that the little triangles would be insufficient to provide proper coverage if she were to wear it swimming. However, although she was going to the lake today and she would do some swimming, she knew that the little top would not be going into the water. Her tummy fluttered at the idea, as it had ever since her online Daddy had specified the little lake-side park as the place they would meet today.

She turned and looked at her cute, little ass. Her mother had argued for a full-coverage bottom, but had given in to Apricot’s pleading for the somewhat reduced coverage of the tanga. It still fit well, and Apricot loved how it shaped her ass and how it pressed on her pussy.

Freshly shaved, the contours of her smooth vulva were caressed by the material. She was sure her Daddy would be pleased with her cameltoe. She remembered back to when he had asked her to send him a picture of her shaving her pussy. Until then, she had kept her pubic triangle neatly trimmed and had thought that that was plenty naughty enough. But she enjoyed her new routine of keeping her vulva shaved smooth at her online lover’s request. She felt more grown up as she caressed her pussy through the sleek material of her bikini bottom.

She jiggled her tits at herself in the mirror again, resigned that her creamy, pink areolas were just not going to remain fully concealed by the top today. And that was fine; it would be coming off anyway.

She slipped a light sundress over her slender body and put on a pair of sandals. Overall, she looked cute. And she knew it. She ponytailed her hair with a scrunchy and left her room.

She retrieved her bicycle from the garage and set off toward the lake, a few miles away. She had told her mother that she was going to meet some friends at the lake and would be back late.

She was actually meeting a man she had so far met only online. She thrilled at the thought that today she would finally be in his arms and they could do all the things which they had only acted out in fantasy while online over the previous few months.

Apricot had had only a few lovers since giving her virginity to her first boyfriend a few years earlier, and today she would prove that she truly had what it takes to learn from an experienced lover her parents’ age. The idea filled her mind with hedonistic thoughts as she pedalled toward the lake.

Apricot had heard of this little lake-side park in the arts district of her city. The rumors hinted that it was clothing optional, but none of her friends said they’d been there. Occasionally, one of the guys would suggest they go there, but the girls had always rejected the suggestion. When her online Daddy had suggested it, she had hesitated for just a moment before agreeing to meet him there.

—–

The man sat on the upper-floor balcony of his weekend rental and watched through binoculars. It was early enough in the day that the park was sparsely populated by single men and a few young couples with obvious bohemian leanings. As he had seen on his previous visits, most of the men had stripped off before settling onto their blankets. The women generally went topless, with a few going nude while others kept their little bikinis in place. Sundresses and long skirts and tube tops were other popular outfits for the free-love hippy-chicks throughout the city’s arts district.

The sounds of an impromptu drum circle reached him along with laughter and a few cheerful screeches of young children enjoying the beach.

As on his other visits to the area, he saw few solo young women in the park this early. He was sure that his little Apricot would cause a stir when she arrived. He settled back to sip his morning coffee and wait. She was due in about a half hour.

He thought back on his seduction of the girl. Their late-night online chats. Just after her eighteenth birthday, Apricot had joined an adult chat site he frequented and they had met in a room dedicated to May/December relationships; her curiosity had led her to reach out for an older man and he had responded. Over the following months he had become convinced that this girl would be perfect for his current project. Probing her impressionable teen mind for clues to what turned her on, what perversions she longed to experience, which kinky desires she craved satisfying.

Thirty-five minutes later, he saw her and lifted his binoculars to his eyes. She was dressed as he had requested; the bright, floral sundress, the hair scrunchy. She pedalled into the park and found a spot in the area he had specified.

—–

Apricot looked around, knowing her Daddy would be watching from nearby. Her pussy tingled with her excitement. She extracted her mother’s picnic blanket from her bike carrier and spread it out.

She Beşevler Escort felt dozens of eyes watching her as she stood and slipped the spaghetti straps of her sundress from her shoulders and allowed it to fall to her feet. She knew one pair of eyes in particular would be studying her, desperate to watch her remove her little bikini top after so many months of online tease and build-up.

She took a breath and reached behind her back to the clasp of her top. Her hands shook, but she willed them to perform this task. She had removed the sexy little top dozens of times over the last year, the only difference being that this morning there were others sneaking surreptitious peeks at her as she unclasped the band holding the minimal coverage in place.

Until today, only her mother and a few lucky boys had seen her bare breasts, but she was sure her little handfuls would meet with approval this sunny summer morning at the park by the lake. She could hear subtle whispers nearby as a few couples exchanged opinions about the girl’s physique and her obvious confidence in coming to the park alone.

The top now hung by the tie around her neck and Apricot reached up and pulled the string. Her little, black bikini top fell from her perky little breasts and hung loosely in her hand. She gathered it and her sundress into a ball and placed them on her blanket where they could be a pillow while she enjoyed the sun. Her firm, young breasts stood proudly on her chest as the warm sun shone upon them and she tingled with excitement that so many strangers were getting a good look at them.

‘Ding!’ her phone chimed as she sat and took a drink of water. She knew it had to be her Internet Daddy. She looked at the screen. ‘Good morning, Apricot, you’re even more beautiful than you let on. Go for a swim and I’ll be with you shortly.’

Apricot smiled. She tingled with nervous excitement, but she stood and walked calmly to the little strip of beach. Some mothers were there, naked, watching over their naked little children who were splashing in the water or making sand castles. Everything was just as at her usual beach farther up the lake-side, but naked.

She waded into the water, it was chilly, but she wanted to please her Daddy. Once she was in to her waist, she dove under water and swam to the bobber line just offshore. She thrilled at being topless in the lake as she swam slowly back to shore. The water caressed her breasts as it never had before. She experimented with floating on her back, letting her breasts stand out above the water, visible to anyone who glanced her way. The breeze caressing and tantalizing her wet nipples was a new thrill for her.

Upon reaching the beach, she stood and walked back toward her blanket. She kept looking to see whether or not her date was there yet, but he wasn’t. As she picked up her towel to dry off, she heard her phone go, ‘ding!’ She picked it up. A new text from her Daddy said, ‘you have such beautiful breasts, Apricot, please take a selfie and send it to me.’

—–

The man watched the girl from a nearby picnic table in a small grove of trees. She sat and looked around briefly before holding her phone low, below her breasts, and smiled into the phone’s camera.

‘Daddy,’ his phone announced the arrival of the incoming text message by playing a voice clip of her when her response arrived a moment later. He looked at the image. A few drops of water were still running down her breasts and her nipples appeared very stiff from her combined sexual arousal and the chilly swim in the lake.

‘You’re perfect, little Apricot. Look to your left,’ he texted back before he emerged from the trees and strode toward her.

—–

She turned and saw him approaching. He was as he had described himself, and his pictures had shown; tall, slim, not overly muscular, but toned. He wore a polo shirt and shorts. He carried his sandals as he walked barefoot through the grass. His other hand carried a small picnic basket.

She jumped up and dashed the short distance to him. “Daddyyy!” she nearly screamed in greeting as she hugged him tight.

He felt her small, firm breasts press against him, just as he’d been fantasizing since they’d first started chatting online. He dropped the picnic basket and sandals so he could finally wrap his arms around her lithe, young body. She felt delightful as her youthful body molded itself to his. He took her ass in his hands and looked at her. She looked up, her eyes smiling as much as her mouth was.

He kissed her, softly, tenderly. She returned the kiss, hungrily, passionately. Their tongues met and they shared a moment, removed from the scene around them. It was just them, alone, in a paradise both had worked to create. Months of desire and tease released as they shared their first kiss, in a lovely little park by a scenic lake.

She broke the kiss and took a breath. “What’s in the pic-a-nic basket, Daddy?” she asked coquettishly.

“You may look once you have removed your bikini bottoms, little girl,” he replied Escort Beşevler with a squeeze of her little ass.

“Yes, Daddy,” she responded quickly, then returned to the blanket, removed the small black garment, and stowed it with the top. She chose a seated position with her legs crossed, her bare little pussy displayed for his view but no one else’s. She looked up at him, smiling, expectant. Her earlier trepidations about baring her entire body in front of complete strangers had vanished upon her Daddy’s arrival, his kiss, his body pressed against hers. Apricot marveled at how easy it had been to remove the little panties once her Daddy had instructed her to do so.

He took a look at her incredible body, her lovely little breasts with their hard, pink nipples, her flat belly, her smooth pussy. He had to admit that, other than being completely devoid of fuzz, her vulval cleft did resemble a sweet, juicy apricot.

He placed the picnic basket in front of her and undressed as she began to explore the contents. Inside, she found a selection of yummy-looking foods for their lunch. She also found a little wrapped package.

He heard her crinkle the paper as she looked at him imploringly. Crinkle-crinkle, crinkle-crinkle, she felt the package and tried to guess its contents.

“Open it,” he finally said with a smile; knowing it was something she had asked for one evening as they had cyber-sexed each other to exhaustion.

She wasted no time retrieving the gift from the basket and shredding the paper to gain access to its secrets. Inside the wrapping was a padded envelope and inside the envelope was a black leather collar with lace trim. It had a silver buckle and D-ring. “It’s so pretty. Thank you, Daddy. Put it on me,” she gushed. She hugged him again then knelt before him with her head bowed.

He looked at her, so innocent and ready to learn. He thanked his lucky stars that they had found each other in Cyberspace. He took the collar from her hand and buckled it around her neck. He raised her chin and kissed her. “I’ll tighten it another notch later, but for now, I’ll leave it like that, I certainly don’t want to have it interfere with your swimming,” he kissed her again.

She reached for the collar and stroked it reverently. It was unlike any gift of clothing or jewellery she had received and she would cherish it. “I can wear it in the water?” she asked.

“Yes, come on, we’ll swim a little before lunch.” He stood and held out his hand to her. She took his offered hand and stood, then they walked hand-in-hand to the water.

They swam together, often stopping to hug and kiss, to caress one another, to feel the other’s body pressed close, and to stroke the various body parts they desired most to explore.

As the midday sun shone down, they returned to the picnic blanket. She laid out plates and utensils then served lemonade, potato salad, and the other foods he had brought. They sat and ate their picnic together, neither giving any thought to the others around them, enjoying their own companionship.

After eating their lunch, they lay side-by-side on the blanket and enjoyed the breeze and warm sunshine. The flurry of activity throughout the park continued. Mothers fed their children, drummers beat out their rhythms, jugglers flirted with pretty girls. It was a day to celebrate youth and life and love.

Apricot had turned to him and was stroking his chest hair as they became better acquainted in person when she felt something bump against her ass.

“Sorry!” came a timid male voice from nearby.

Apricot retrieved the item; it was a colorful ball which one of the jugglers had been trying to impress girls with. She showed it to her lover. “I hope to have your balls smacking against my ass soon, Daddy,” she stated with a twinkle in her eyes..

“Very soon, but how about you get a juggling lesson while you have his ball in your hands?”

“Daddy, you’re so naughty,” she chastised, “I’m naked and I’m going to ask a complete stranger for a juggling lesson?”

“Yes. You are. Go on now, and I’ll watch.”

She kissed him, then got up and approached the hapless juggler. “My Daddy says you owe me a juggling lesson,” she said as she handed him his errant ball.

The juggler had watched the naked, young woman approach, not sure what would happen next, but hadn’t expected that she’d ask for a lesson. For a start, he wasn’t all that good yet and had only taken up the activity a few months previously as a possible ice-breaker with pretty girls.

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, ummm… OK, well…” he barely managed to stutter. “Where to start?”

“Maybe you should let me hold your balls?” Apricot teased even though she knew his obvious shyness might cause him to flee.

Instead, he burst out in nervous laughter for a moment, then said, “no, no, but thanks, that was good. OK, no, start by holding just one… of my balls… gently, yes, like that…” The youth was able to begin giving Apricot an introductory juggling lesson similar to the online video he had started learning Beşevler Escort Bayan from.

The man watched from the picnic blanket, pleased that Apricot was able to interact so easily with a man she’d only just met even though she was naked. That was a talent he demanded of the girls he nurtured and trained to perform special services for him. The young juggler had been a good choice for this test.

Apricot learned quickly, she wanted to please her Daddy. Her nudity was farthest from her mind as she tossed the juggler’s balls from hand to hand while he gave her instructions. Apricot had always been a willing student, but hadn’t associated that with the innate submissiveness she was beginning to realize she enjoyed.

Apricot hadn’t quite gotten the hang of juggling three balls by the time the afternoon had begun to turn to early evening and mothers had started packing up their kids and heading home.

The juggler checked the time and realized he had to get moving or be late for his shift. “Oh, fuck, I gotta get to work. You can hold onto my balls. Keep practicing. You’re good.” He picked up his gear. “I hope to see you again. Shit. What do I call you?”

“I’m Apricot,” she replied and kissed his cheek.

“Miss Apricot, pleased to meet you. See you ’round,” he said hurriedly and dashed off across the plaza.

Apricot returned to her Daddy on the blanket. She demonstrated her new skill and dropped only one ball onto him.

“Whadaya think?” she asked. “Only one lesson.”

“I think you’re fantastic,” he opined. “Let’s go up to the house and get ready for dinner.” He slid his pants and shirt on.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied.

They gathered their things into the picnic basket and her bicycle carrier. She looked around, confused. “Daddy, where did my dress and bikini go?” she asked.

“Oh, I must have packed them in the picnic basket,” he responded as if it had been an accident. “You won’t need them.”

“Naughty Daddy,” she chided him as she twirled, naked in the westering sun. She was truly enjoying the new freedom she felt at being naked in the carefree little park.

***** Consummation — In which Apricot finally gets a load of her Daddy’s cum inside her

They set off across the park, past the fountain in the plaza, toward the imposing Victorian house which commanded attention at the top of the little artists’ colony by the lake.

Apricot saw their destination and was taken aback. “What? You live here?” she asked, astounded.

“The upper floor is an Air-BnB. I’m renting it for the weekend,” he explained. They stowed her bicycle on the porch then went in and ascended the stairs to the cozy apartment.

While the ground floor was now a hipster coffee shop, the interior of the upstairs apartment was decorated and furnished simply, but in keeping with the tasteful aesthetic of the house. Apricot toured around the rooms. The interior designer who had overseen the renovation project had been told not to go too overboard on making it feel like a doll house or a place where a princess might be held captive by a wicked step-mother. The result was comfortable, with hints of past grandeur complementing the modern luxury touches.

Apricot finished her tour standing on the balcony, looking out over the park to the westering sun across the lake. She felt her lover’s arms fold around her, his hands on her breasts, his hard cock pressed against her ass.

She turned in his arms and kissed him. Their bodies molded to each other as they embraced and stoked the flame they had kindled online for so long.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed. She felt the cool cotton of the sheets against her back as he lowered her body onto them. She kept her knees spread wide, giving him full access to her overheated pussy.

He knelt beside the bed and inhaled the animal scent of her pussy. Her juices sparkled like dew upon her delicate folds. He circled her clit with his tongue.

Apricot’s mind reeled with pleasure. After so many months, so many times this man had eaten her pussy with words alone, finally she felt his lips and tongue licking, nibbling, sucking her most sensitive parts. The descriptions he had provided, the ways he had told her he would give her pleasure when they were finally together, came rushing back, the details filled in, the fantasy made flesh. Within minutes of his first touch, that first delicate lick upon her clit, she came as she never had before. She cried out in joy, her mind empty of all thought but of the bliss he had given her.

He stood between her thighs and allowed her to catch her breath for a minute. Her chest rose and fell, her delightful breasts with their hard little nipples rode the waves of her breathing.

Eventually, he leaned forward and slid his cock along her wet pussy lips. She looked up at him and smiled. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my little apricot with your seed. I’ve wanted to feel your cock inside me for so long.”

He had been looking forward to having his cock buried deep within this sexy girl’s tight, little pussy since they had first started chatting online. He pressed the head of his cock against her opening and felt it slip inside her. Her pussy welcomed the intrusion of his cock an inch at a time. Slowly, they worked together to get his cock fully inserted in her inexperienced channel.

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The morning sun had risen just above the horizon, casting a golden glow in our room as I woke, looked at the time and saw it was only 6 o’clock. I turned to Sue, watching her in her slumber. I liked to watch her sleep; she was beautiful and content, exuding a peaceful aura that made my heart flutter for her. This morning was no different.

I slipped out of bed and walked to the balcony window taking in the morning view when I noticed John swimming laps in the pool. I watched him for some time as I recalled last night’s events. I glanced towards Sue over my shoulder while opening the balcony door and slipped outside. Quietly, I closed the door behind me, not wanting to disturb her, stepped to the balcony rail and called John. He did not notice me immediately, but when he did, he stopped and waved.

“John, could you come up here?”

“Sure.”

He climbed out of the pool, water dripping from his young muscular body, his flaccid cock dangling awkwardly between his legs, picked up a towel, dried himself off and wrapped it around his waist.

“What can I do for you?” He asked, standing beside me by then.

I turned around and looked at Sue on the bed, partially covered in a white sheet, her upper body and still firm breast clearly on view for our eyes.

“I would love Sue to wake between two men in her bed before we return to our everyday lives.”

John turned around and watched her, not saying anything for a while.

“She is so beautiful. I would love to fuck her again.”

“No, John! That was not what I meant.”

“Oh! Okay, still, it would be nice to lie beside her.”

“I did not mean that either, John.”

“I don’t get it then.”

“Let’s get inside and try not to wake her.”

He let his towel drop to the floor, and I noticed his cock was semi-hard by then, and a surge of excitement rushed through me, imagining Sue worshipping his phallus. Quietly we walked into the room. I lay behind Sue on the bed while gesturing to John to lie before her. We both turned towards her and caressed her soft skin, running our fingers on her arms, shoulders, back and chest while avoiding touching her breasts.

Shortly, Sue started to stir and opened her eyes. Waking up, the first person she saw was John. Looking at him, she sweetly smiled.

“Good morning, John.”

He softly kissed her lips, placing his arm around her, drawing her into a tight embrace, their bodies melting into each other. She wrapped her arm around him, softly purring. I watched them in awe, feeling my cock responding to their intimacy.

“What are you doing here?” she asked affectionately.

“I want to make this morning unforgettable for you.”

“Oh!” She said, and they kissed again.

I watched them, not moving as they made out for minutes, caressing each other while their tongues made passionate love. I softly kissed her shoulder and began to caress her back. She moaned in their kiss, her hand grabbed John’s head, fingers entangled in his hair, leg wrapped around his thighs, and the intensity of their kiss increased. After several minutes, she pulled away from John and turned towards me.

“Good morning, Babe,” she said, embracing me.

“Good morning, Baby,” I whispered, kissing her softly.

“Thank you,” she said between soft kisses.

The kiss quickly became a passionate dance of our tongues. I heard Sue moan, and she briefly broke our kiss.

“Yes, John, keep kissing my neck,” she reached behind her, pulling John closer to her by his arse, then our lips met again, and our tongues made love for several minutes.

My cock was hard, and I assumed John’s was too, but I wanted this morning to be all about her. I broke the kiss, our embrace and untangled myself from her. She turned towards John, their arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled, eyes looking one another intently.

“You are so beautiful,” John murmured, just the words I wanted her to hear from him, “so hot and sexy.”

“Thank you, my young, handsome man,” she whispered.

He softly kissed her mouth, running his tongue over it, biting and pulling on her lips, teasing her. She responded, their tongues briefly touching every so often, teasing each other. Her hand slid up on his back over his neck until her red nails vanished in his hair, their lips melting into one another, kissing with unhurried passion for long minutes.

Gently, John rolled Sue on her back, not breaking the kiss while lying beside her, and he started to caress her body, finding her breast. She moaned in their kiss at the first touch of her nipple. John slightly repositioned himself, placing one leg over hers, resting it between her legs while his thigh pressed against her mound, and their passionate kiss slowly transformed into soft, teasing kisses.

“I so want you, Sue,” John murmured between kisses.

“I want you too, my sexy boy.”

He began to kiss her face, chin, cheeks, and eyes, then her cheek again, kissing his way to her ear. He kissed her earlobe, softly biting, and twirling his tongue around inside, Batıkent Escort which made Sue shiver. Moving on, he kissed her shoulders and her chest, finally taking her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and twirled his tongue around the hard little nub that made Sue moan in pleasure and yelp when he bit on it. She put her hand on his head, holding him on her nipple. She looked at me with glazed eyes.

“Suck my other nipple, Baby,” she said with a quivering voice.

I kissed her lips briefly, then took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it while occasionally biting the engorged nub, which always made her yelp.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, “that feels so good, my sexy boys.”

I put my leg over hers, lying beside her like John while we paid attention to her nipples. She placed her hand on my head, holding me firmly on her breast, moaning softly, and yelping occasionally. I began rubbing her belly, playing around her belly button, going as low as her pubic bone but not touching her pussy.

After some time, while sucking on her nipple, I searched for John’s arm. Finding it, I guided his hand to her lower abdomen near her mound, gently edging his fingers toward her folds. I could feel a shiver run through her body when his fingers touched her. I returned my hand to her belly and aimlessly caressed her soft skin. By now, her moaning had become more frequent, and her breathing got faster.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered, “don’t stop! I’m so close.”

We kept sucking her breasts while caressing her body and pussy as she’d told us, and a few minutes later, we could feel her body convulse while whimpering sounds were leaving her lips. When she calmed down, I pulled back, watching Jonh sucking on her nipple and gently caressing her folds, his fingers glistening with her juices.

“John,” I called him, and he looked up, detaching from her nipple. “Make love to her, passionate love.”

“Are you sure about that, Babe?” She asked, looking at me with glazed eyes.

“Yes, Baby. I am sure,” I said, smiling at her.

But in reality, I wasn’t sure; the mixture of jealousy and being turned on to the point my body was trembling with excitement thinking the young man was about to make love to my 45 years old girlfriend drove my thoughts and feelings beyond sanity. It was like a drug, I knew it was wrong, so wrong, yet it felt so good, and I wanted them to make love more than anything else at that moment.

Sue smiled and looked at John, their eyes were locked until their lips melted into each other, and their tongues swirled around one another. They closed their eyes while their tongues made love. John slowly slid on Sue, pinning her body onto the white bed sheet. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his torso.

Their kiss was gentle, full of passion and desire that lasted for several minutes, even tens of minutes. When the kiss was broken, they looked into each other’s eyes, wanting just one thing. John’s words eased the intense tension between them.

“I want you, Sue,” he breathed, “I want to make love to you.”

“Yes, John,” she murmured, “make love to me, my lovely boy.”

John pressed his lips on hers, and they briefly kissed, then lifting himself up, he reached between them and guided his cock to her pussy lips, pressing the head on her opening.

“I want you inside me. I want my sexy boy’s hard cock,” she said, quivering, “give it to me.”

He pushed, and the swollen head of his cock slipped into her waiting, wanting body. She took a sharp breath at the feeling of his engorged mushroom head entering her, then smiled.

“Oh yes, John, feels so good,” she moaned, “do you feel how wet I am for my sexy boy?”

“Yes, I do. So slick yet so tight.”

“Stretch my pussy with your beautiful cock.”

“I love your pussy sexy milf.”

“Am I your sexy milf?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Pound your milf, my sexy boy.”

He slowly lowered himself onto her, sliding his cock all the way in, their bodies pressed together firmly, and their lips found each other again. They made slow passionate love; their tongues danced together whilst John’s cock caressed her inner walls deep inside her body at a slow, steady pace. I had never felt anything like the overwhelming sexual arousal I was experiencing watching them.

My girlfriend was making love to another man before my eyes, finding myself in awe while turned on in a way I had never believed was possible, feeling a mixture of jealousy and arousal. This was nothing like what we had done the previous nights. That was fucking, and this was making sensual love.

It was so beautiful, watching them in each other’s arms making love, watching John slowly thrust into her sweet twat as they kissed, tongues making love. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten, and I was cumming, shooting my load all over the sheet. I was shocked by it for a few seconds as I looked at my cock flexing with every ejaculation. I turned back to them, forgetting my own ejaculation, Batıkent Escort Bayan quickly.

They had been making love for 5, 10, maybe 20 minutes, I did not know. I noticed Sue was getting close, very close to having another orgasm, as tremors shook her legs. She tightly wrapped her legs around John’s torso, locking her feet together as her body began to shake. She held him tight, their lips mashed together as she shook under John’s, quivering like a leaf while her climax washed over her. John kept thrusting into her while her pleasure passed over and far beyond but by then, he was looking at her face, her legs wide open, lying on both sides of his body.

“Cum in me,” she whispered, “fill my pussy with your fertile seeds, my love.”

Her words sent a jealous pang through my heart and a rush of blood into my slowly deflating cock after my ejaculation. I could feel the jealousy in my soul that I brought on myself by inviting John to make love to Sue, yet that was nothing compared to the excitement I felt taking over my whole being and pushing my jealousy into a distant abyss.

His young muscular body was on hers, pinning her onto the white sheets as his cock massaged her inner sanctum with every thrust of his. John lay his head beside hers, seemingly not in any rush to cum.

“I will, Gorgeous,” he murmured into her ear.

“Tell me again.”

“I’ll fill you with my fertile seeds.”

“Mmmmmm, I want your seeds,” she moaned, “I want my boy’s baby-batter.”

“Your pussy feels so good.”

“Tell me, whisper into my ear.”

“I can’t get enough of your cunt, how it grabs my cock, sexy milf.”

“I love it when you whisper in my ear.”

“I want to shoot my cream deep in you.”

“Say seeds. Say it, my sexy boy.”

“I want to squirt my seeds deep in your fertile body.”

“Yes, talk to me, my love.”

“I will squirt my seeds in my milf’s cunt.”

“Breed me, breed your milf, fill her fertile womb.”

Their talk filled me with excitement and brought my cock to its full size while I saw the signs of Sue’s orgasm upon her when John slid deep inside her and froze.

“Mmmmm, don’t stop, my love, don’t,” Sue pleaded.

His body had gone rigid for a few seconds before he regained his composure and continued thrusting into Sue.

“I won’t, Gorgeous,” he murmured. “I won’t.”

“Whatever you do, don’t stop, please.”

“Do you feel my seeds, my baby-batter?”

“Mmmhmmm. Yes, my sexy boy is breeding me,” she moaned, her body taken over by another orgasm.

She quivered under John, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, her legs around his torso, locking her feet. They stayed like that for several minutes when she broke the silence.

“You feel so wonderful inside me,” she breathed, “I love your young cock, sexy boy.”

John pulled his head up, looking into Sue’s eyes before softly kissing her lips.

“You’re an amazing milf. I had never experienced anything like this in my life,” he said, and they kissed passionately for a long time.

When the kiss was broken, Sue opened her legs, and John rolled off her. She looked at me with eyes of pure love and softly smiled.

“Come here, Babe,” she murmured, “fill my womb with your seeds next to my sexy boy’s baby-batter.”

Silently, I slid on top of her, kissing her velvety lips, which parted instantly at the touch of mine, and our tongues met, dancing together passionately. We kissed for seconds, minutes, hours like that, having no idea. All I knew, it felt so good to have her under me again, feeling her hot sexy body. I could feel her tiny hand trying to get between us, I raised my groin, and she grabbed my cock, guiding it to her wet snatch.

I gently thrust forward, the head smoothly slipping inside her well-lubricated hole, sliding deeper and deeper, making her softly moan. We made slow, passionate love, looking into each other’s eyes at all times with deep love and desire. I saw she was approaching another orgasm; her breathing became rapid and erratic, and her body quivered under me. I kept thrusting into her, massaging her inner walls while prolonging her climax, when suddenly, I felt mine erupt, filling her with my own baby-batter.

Feeling my orgasm wash over me, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a passionate kiss while wrapping her legs around my torso, holding me in a tight clutch. Eventually, when the kiss was broken, we spoke the first words since she asked me to fill her womb with my own sperm.

“Thank you, Babe,” she whispered, ” you are a wonderful man.”

“I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too.”

“I am hungry. Let’s get some breakfast,” I said, smiling.

“Sure, now you mention it. I feel hungry, too,” Sue laughed.

I rolled off her, got out of bed, looked around the room, and noticed John was nowhere to be seen. He quietly left while we made love, which I did not notice or know if Sue had noticed. We got out of bed and dressed. When Sue came out of the bathroom, she wore Escort Batıkent a beautiful yellow summer dress that came down mid-thigh.

The spaghetti straps that held up the dress covered nothing, and on the otherwise flawless white skin of her neck, the three hickeys stood out strikingly. Her legs were encased in light beige nylons while she wore her stiletto sandals.

“After breakfast, we should pack up and head home, Baby,” I said.

“A great plan,” she replied.

I opened the door for her, and she walked out of the room, softly kissing me on her way to the dining room, where we found Sandy sitting at the table with a cuppa in her hand. The instant she noticed us, she leapt to her feet, greeting us. Sandy wore the same outfit as the day before, the French maid’s uniform. Her breast spilled out from her blouse while her skirt was not long enough to cover her stocking top and suspender clips. She oozed confidence and sex appeal.

We sat as she invited us to do so, and she served us breakfast, busying herself around us. Her black stiletto mules on her feet constantly click-clacking on the hard floor, attracting my attention to her feet. After breakfast, we thanked her for the lovely breakfast and were about to leave when I heard her voice.

“May I kiss you, Sue?” She asked. “One last time.”

“Yes, Sandy, you may,” Sue said, looking at her.

Sue walked towards Sandy; they embraced while looking into each other’s eyes, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. I watched them while they made out for several minutes until Sue broke the moment. They were two beautiful women in their primes, holding one another lovingly.

“Thank you, Sandy, for opening my world up,” Sue said, and their lips met again in a passionate kiss, albeit a bit shorter this time.

“Thank you for this memorable weekend, Sue. I will always remember you,” Sandy whispered as they disengaged, and we returned to our room.

We packed our luggage and were ready to leave when I pulled Sue into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately.

“I love you, Baby,” I said, breaking the kiss.

“I love you too, Babe.”

“No, you don’t understand,” I said, holding her in my arms.

“I am in love with you,” I said. “Madly in love with you.”

“I am in love with you, you dolt. If you haven’t figured that out yet,” she said, smirking.

“No, you still don’t get it,” I said, ” I am madly in love with you despite and because of what happened this weekend.”

“I do, Baby,” she said, kissing me with love.

On the way out, I looked into the dining room, finding no one was there, then looked into the living room and saw Andy sitting on the couch with the papers.

“Hey, Andy,” I called out.

“Hey, there.”

“We are about to leave. Just wanted to say bye,” I said.

“Come in for a minute,” he told me.

I walked into the room, followed by Sue. I saw the little smile on Andy’s face when he saw Sue while looking her up and down.

“Here, take this. Memories of a wild weekend,” Andy said, handing me a USB stick.

“Thanks, mate,” I said, taking the stick and shaking his hand.

He turned to Sue, looking her up and down, reaching for her hand, bringing them to his lips, and kissing the back of them.

“May I kiss goodbye to Sue, mate?” He asked, looking at me.

“Yes, you may,” I smiled at his words and spoke.

He stepped closer to Sue, looking into her eyes, waiting for her response. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, softly kissing his lips. Andy placing his hands on her back pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Thank you for showing me how much I enjoy being a slut,” she said.

With that, she kissed him passionately. I noticed she lifted one foot off the floor, and his hold tightened on her while her hold tightened around his neck. My cock lurched in my pants, seeing that, but I felt no jealousy, just love for her. We said goodbye to him and got into our car, driving through town on the way back to the city.

“Babe, there is John! I want to say bye to him,” she said, looking at him walking on the footpath.

I stopped the car, and she jumped out just as John reached us, wrapping her arms around him. I could only see them to their chest through the open door, see John’s arms around her waist. After a few seconds, I saw her lifting her foot up, and I assumed they were kissing. I loved to see her doing that; it stirred my soul, knowing she did that when she enjoyed the kiss physically and emotionally. I felt a rush of love surging through my being for her.

“Thank you, John, for the wonderful time we’ve had. This morning was an amazing time,” she said.

“You are a beautiful Milf, so gorgeous. I should be thanking you,” John replied.

After minutes had passed, they separated, and she got into the car, smiling while looking at me. I put the car in gear and drove through the town into the hills on our way to the big smoke. We sat in the car in silence, driving down the winding road for some time, in our minds, recalling the events of the weekend when Sue spoke.

“Thank you for being such a wonderful man, Babe,” she said, pausing for a few seconds, “you trusted me, never doubted my love for you, not even when John made love to me, and I responded to him. I love you with all my heart.”

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“Oooh. Right there,” Barb moaned with her eyes closed. Wesley had found just the right motion, the perfect spot and rhythm. His hands held her hips while his torso moved with her. The way this man made love was downright artistic. His abs tensed. His lower torso curved back and forth like a dolphin swimming in the water. His cock slid deeper inside then back. He held the rhythm and momentum steady and consistent.

Barb’s orgasms weren’t often very quick. Her body required time and patience. She’d known a number of men who didn’t have that sort of patience, but Wesley was always good at taking things slow. She breathed deeply, in through her nose, out through her mouth as he moved inside of her. It was like exercise in a way, but the most pleasurable exercise she’d ever had. Her eyes opened to look up at her handsome, generous lover, watching the way his hair bounced with each rhythmic thrust.

She did feel the pleasure rising in her body. It was a warmth that permeated through her, not dramatic or sudden, but strong and deep. The beauty of the time her body took came in the way it rewarded her patience. She didn’t scream or shout as her climax arrived. It didn’t send her body bucking and thrashing, but the pleasure did last a wonderfully long time. She moaned gently as it began to wash over her and through her like a slow tidal wave on the beach. The sensation made every part of her feel good, her torso, her chest, her thighs down to her toes. Her mouth opened wide, wordlessly as the gentle pulses covered her, surrounding her in soothing, exquisite pleasure.

Wesley could recognize the sensations going through her, but he knew the best thing he could do was keep moving steadily. The motion of their bodies was perfect.

Her orgasm ran its course and her body slowly came down. She looked up at her lover as though she were waking from a splendid dream. She reached up to touch his forearm, her way of telling him she was finished.

Slowly, Wesley pulled his hips backwards, letting his cock slide gently out from her moist lips. She breathed deeply once again and nodded, “Absolutely wonderful.”

He nodded as well, rising to stand beside the bed. “Can I get you anything?”

Barb shook her head, “I’ll be up in a little bit.”

The two shared a smile before he walked away, leaving her to enjoy the soft bed and fluffy white covers all around her. She took her time, just quietly relaxing in her surroundings before she decided to stretch and begin the day. A splendidly comfy white robe was waiting in the closet. She wrapped herself in it and shuffled over to the couch where Wesley sat reading a newspaper. He gave her a wink.

“Anything good?” she asked as she sat down on the couch beside him.

Wesley shrugged, “Stocks aren’t bad.”

She nodded and picked up her cell phone. Her face scrunched, “My daughter called me.”

He lowered the paper, “Nice.”

“Well, she knows I’m here with you this weekend.” She clicked the icon on the screen, “Hey Sweetie.” Wesley stood up without being asked and stepped toward the sliding glass patio door so he could give her some privacy. She tilted her head, smiled and silently mouthed the words, ‘thank you.’ Then, her face fell. “Honey, Honey. What’s wrong? What’s going on? You… You’re what?”

Those were the last words he heard as he slid the door shut behind him and sat down on the deck chair. It was a windy morning, and the sound of the waves below seemed to echo from every direction. He watched the white lines of foam crashing against the shore, occasionally glancing back inside.

Barb Balgat Escort had one hand pressed against her forehead. Whatever they were talking about was clearly stressful to her. He frowned and looked back at the beach. He’d paid quite a bit for this view, and he was going to enjoy it while he was here.

After a few minutes, he glanced back to see her toss the phone onto the couch and rub her face vigorously with both hands. He took a deep breath before he opened the door and stepped back into the hotel room, “Everything okay?”

“Mum bobner’s regbmmd,” she mumbled into her palms.

He frowned thoughtfully, briefly trying to decipher those words but quickly giving up, “Try again?”

She pulled her palms away, while still keeping her fingertips pressed into her eyes. “My daughter. Is. Pregnant.”

“Oh. Well… Congratulations.”

“No… no no no no no.”

“Umm…”

“I’m gonna be a Grandmother.”

He nodded, unsure what he was missing, “Riiight…”

“I CANNOT be a Grandmother!”

Another nod, but this time he got it, “I see.”

“I’m not old enough to be a Grandmother!” He sat down on the couch, wise enough not to respond to that one. “Grandmothers have gray hair and glasses.” He willed himself not to look up at the patch of light color in her own hair, and he was not about to bring up how often she had to squint to see something. “Grandmothers bake cookies and knit sweaters. I’ve never knitted anything in my life.”

Wesley covered his mouth as he listened, making sure to hide any expression from her. “I can’t have a grandbaby. SHE can’t have a baby. She’s just a baby herself!” He hardly thought a twenty-four year old qualified as a baby, but not the time. “We have to buy diapers and… and… and a stroller. I don’t have any baby food in the house. Why would I have any baby food?” He was pretty sure there was plenty of time to buy the things they’d need, but nope, just let her keep going.

“How could this happen?” He was quite confident she knew how that worked. “How could she do this to me? Why didn’t she tell me about this?” Well, that was why she called, wasn’t it? “We’re gonna have to baby-proof the whole house.”

Wesley finally spoke, “Do you have any paper in your purse?”

Barb didn’t hear him. “I mean, is the baby gonna call me Grandma? Or Nana? Definitely not Gram Gram. Uck.”

He looked around and saw the desk. Yes, there’d be a pen in the top drawer, and nice paper with the hotel logo on it. She was still talking when he got up and began writing.

“What do I wear? I don’t wanna wear grandma clothes. I don’t even own a single broach.”

“Hey, Barb.”

“Oh. This is really not what I was expecting to hear today, I…”

“Barb?”

“I don’t even know what to say, I just…”

“BARB.” There was no anger in his voice, and he wasn’t yelling, just loud enough to get her attention.

Her breath came out in a dramatic huff, “Yes?”

“Go home.” She blinked several times, not processing. He continued, “It’s less than an hour drive. You and your daughter can talk in person, get everything sorted out like you need to and then you won’t be so stressed out about this. Okay?”

“But… The hotel…”

“There is no way on this planet that you’re gonna be able to concentrate on anything today if you don’t go see her. I know that and you know that. Go be with your daughter.”

She sighed dramatically, “You’re right.”

“Thank you,” he nodded and held out the note he’d written, now folded with her name on the outside. “You can read this around 4pm.”

She took the paper from him without really looking at it, “Okay. I need to pack and….”

“Don’t Balgat Escort Bayan worry about packing. Just get dressed.”

“Yeah… yeah, I’ll… yeah.”

Wesley leaned against the arm of his chair, stroking his chin and keeping his head down as she frantically got dressed. He worried that it might derail her if she saw him watching her, so he sat patiently as she repeated the word several times, “Grandmother… A GRANDmother… grand Mother.” Each time she emphasized the it differently as if trying a variety of inflections to see if one could somehow make it sound better.

Before long, she was marching toward the hotel room door. He loudly reminded her, “Purse. Phone. Car Keys.” Purse hanging from her elbow, she shook her keys in her hand, but she started to look around frantically for her phone. “Couch,” he answered. She hurriedly picked it up and held in the air like a weapon aimed at nothing in particular. “You have the note I gave you?” She showed him the paper, now crumpled in her grip.

Finally, he stood up and walked toward the doorway where she stood. He spoke slowly and calmly, “Read that note around 4pm. Drive safely. We’ll talk later. Okay?”

Barb nodded her head vigorously at him, suddenly seeming unable to form words. He opened the door for her and held it as she scurried through with a single, “Bye,” over her shoulder.

—–

Barb,

You are a wonderful woman who is beautiful inside and out. I hope you’ve had some great time with your daughter. I know you’ve got a lot to tell me and I can’t wait to hear all about it. Come on back to the Resort. We still have our dinner reservation at 6pm. Your dress is still hanging in the closet. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.

-Wesley

—–

The musicians were wonderfully talented. Along with a player at the grand piano, the small band consisted of a violinist and cellist, all three dressed in black. Wesley absently swirled a glass of wine in his hand while he watched them, listening to their rendition of Billy Joel’s “Just the Way You Are.” He bobbed his head, impressed by how elegant they made the song.

He turned his head when the restaurant host arrived, escorting a woman wearing a stunningly beautiful dark blue dress. He hurriedly rose to his feet as the host pulled out the woman’s chair. The two sat down in unison. Wesley’s smile was downright awe-struck, “Barb, you look… absolutely radiant.”

She smiled, blushed and bowed her head, letting the compliment wash over her. “Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m… a lot better. I’m sorry for being so… crazy this morning.”

He made a noise not quite a laugh, but a sound of amusement and support. “You weren’t being crazy. You got some big news and that’s… not the easiest thing to adjust to.”

She sighed, “Yeah. Big news indeed. Thank you… for telling me to go home.”

“How did it go?”

A server brought two glasses to Barb’s setting, one held white wine, the other chilled water with lemon. She nodded her thanks and took a sip from the water. “It was good. Leah’s not as freaked out as I first thought she was. Maybe that’s just the time it took me to drive home she settled down. Ron, the baby’s father is a good guy and they’ve been together for a while now. This wasn’t exactly planned… but it’s not a life-shaking disaster either.”

“That’s good to hear. You know, I heard a quote when I was in school that really stuck with me. There are no such things as accidental children. There are accidental parents but children are meant to be.”

She nodded, “I like that. You will NEVER be able to guess the names they’re thinking of.”

“Tell me.”

“They’re Escort Balgat thinking Beatrice if it’s a girl and if it’s a boy… BARNABY. Barnaby, do you believe that?”

“Quite the choice.”

“I don’t know know WHAT her thing is with B names, but Barnaby?”

“Well, maybe they want to pay tribute to the name of the baby’s grandmother.”

Barb breathed deeply, with a somewhat tired smile on her face. Her voice was a little above a whisper, “I’m gonna be a grandmother.”

He nodded, “Yes, you are.”

“That is REALLY not something I’m ready for.”

“You’ve got time.”

“Yep. Just about seven months. It’s gonna be an eventful year.”

“I already looked up some knitting classes for you.”

She laughed hard at that. It was probably the first time she’d laughed all day and it did wonders for her. “I think I’ll pass.”

“Fair… but you are gonna have a phone full of pictures. You’re gonna talk about them to everybody who’s gonna listen. Spoil them every single chance you have.”

“Think so?”

“I do. I think you’re going to be a wonderful grandmother.”

Her sigh this time was more content. “What about you? How do you like the thought of sleeping with a woman with grandkids?”

“Barb, I like you. I think you are a truly spectacular woman and I like being with you because I like who you are. That has absolutely not changed at all.”

“Good answer.”

The meal, like everything else at this resort, was perfect. When they finished, they held hands and walked outside to one of the many large balconies. The ocean wind whipped at them, setting Barb’s dress to flutter rhythmically. Wesley’s arms were folded against the railing and she leaned her head against his shoulder. He watched the white waves dissolving against the dark shore, but her eyes were closed. They weren’t out very long before he looked at her sleepy face and whispered, “Let’s get you inside.”

Soon, Barb was back in their suite, her dress back on its hanger, jewelry back in its travel case. She stood naked in front of the large mirror, setting her toothbrush down on the sink when she felt her man’s arms wrap around her waist. He caressed her tummy tenderly and kissed her bare shoulder.

“What do you say you put those lips to work?”

She could feel his smile and the warmth he whispered into her skin, “It would be my pleasure.”

She lay down on her back, enveloped again by the soft white comforter and fluffy pillows, watching his loving face as he knelt down between her spread legs. Pleasure coursed through her entire body the moment his tongue touched her lips. She moaned softly and leaned her head a little further back.

His arms wrapped around her legs so his hands could caress her lower tummy. His mouth moved slowly, and he put the perfect amount of pressure into every motion. He explored the folds of her sex, tasting and pampering each spot. His adoring tongue worked its way around her and he delighted in the sweet sounds she let out from how good he made her feel.

Until… the sound changed. It still sounded like moaning, but it was a bit too regular. He glanced up, past the beautiful curve of her belly, over the lovely mounds of her breasts to see her face, leaning to one side with her mouth slightly open. He pulled his face away from her sex and forced his lips closed to keep a laugh from slipping out. She’d had a very big day… and now she was asleep.

Gently as he could, he slipped his arms out from underneath her and settled her legs in a more comfortable position. He pulled up the covers to surround her in their warm comfort and rose out of bed. He wasn’t quite ready for sleep yet, but he enjoyed the beautiful sight of her at perfect rest in this bed they shared.

Wesley headed back outside to their private balcony, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. He spent the rest of his evening watching the dark beach, thinking of the sweet taste of Barb’s sex still on his lips.

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Patrick Becomes PatsyPatrick Becomes PatsyCross dresser, Oral/Anal, Multiple Partners, Handball, Fist, Flashing, Kinky, ExtremePatrick watched the weather report as another hurricane headed his way thinking “I need to get Patsy ready, Desmond is due in 2 hours”. Patrick was an in the closet transvestite, 100% male by day and a shapely cross dresser by night. At a height of 5ft, slim, a head full of hair, shaped eyebrows and completely hairless elsewhere with the latest in natural feeling artificial breast, Patsy presented well and passed easily.Patrick had met Desmond aka Dez while in rehab recovering from shoulder/back surgery, Desmond was a physical ther****t. It was under his care that Patrick became Patsy. After nearly 7 months of touching, massaging, and stretching him, Desmond’s touch became slightly erotic and more intimate. Naked and face down on a massage table, Desmond noticed Patrick’s cock stiffening as his touch became more of a grope. In time, Patrick’s cock drooled, Desmond smiled “relax, it’s normal. You haven’t had a sexual outlet in months, men seldom feel as buttock massage and the body responds to touch”, it placed Patrick at ease. “Christ Dez, I might cum”, he hissed! Dez laughed, “it happens. I know I would, butt’s are erotic zones”. Minutes later Patrick moaned as his cock threw cum on the mattress. At his next session, Patrick’s cock stiffened, drooled and Dez massaged his thighs near it brushing his fingers along the shaft. Patrick shook as his cum jetted out saying “oh yes”! When his last spurt gushed out, Dez finger gripped Patrick’s glans, jerking it until he spat more cum out! Patrick moaned “thank you”.In the following next sessions, Dez had ended them with a finger jerk while teasing an oil wet thumb in his anal cleft softly brushing Patrick’s asshole. Session after session continued without Patrick giving a negative response and Dez noticing that his asshole began budding outward almost nipping his thumb. As he came this time, Dez gently shoved his thumb into Patrick’s budded asshole, he moaned “so good”. Two more sessions later, Dez plunged 3 fingers into Patrick’s loose asshole as he shoved his ass back into Dez’s hand. Giving Patrick an excuse that he wouldn’t be there for his next session and another ther****t would fill in, he told him that he would give him therapy at his home after hours if he wanted. Patrick agreed to meet him at his home.“Wow, you have a home office”, Patrick spoke as he viewed Dez’s home. “Yes, I make my extra money here” he grinned! In minutes, Patrick was on the table as Dez worked him over. This time as he finger jerked his cock, Dez moved between his spread feet, opened his thighs wide and leaned forward as he pressed 4 fingers inside Patrick. “Ohhhh Dez”, Patrick moaned loudly, his cock twitched jetting cum! Dez leaned capturing his cock with his mouth as Patrick whimpered splashing Dez’s tongue! Dez sucked his cock until Patrick’s cum flow stopped. Patrick groaned as Dez said “there’s more”. Patrick sat up, faced him asking “more”? Dez shoved him on his back, grasp his cock then smiled as he slowly jerked his cock making it stiffen again. “You’re not large but you have length, I figure 10 inches”, Dez grinned as he bent Patrick’s semi hard cock then shoved it toward Patrick’s ass bud. Patrick moaned again as he felt his glans penetrate his anal ring. “Dez!…Dez”, he hissed as several inches slid inside him! Dez pressed his cock making him fuck his self. “Get some of Patsy’s pussy! She’s in there for you. Fuck her”, Dez softly spoke. Patrick started whimpering then crying softly “Patsy”. Dez giggled “cum in her Patrick because I want some too”. Patrick bucked as he came gushing watery cum into his self! In a minute, Patrick flopped and laid motionless as his asshole cum farted loudly. Dez rushed over him, bending his thighs back and slamming his cock into him! “Dezzzzz”, Patrick shouted “fuck her”! Dez rammed, slammed and pounded into him until he growled “Patsy” as he filled him with more cum! Continuing to meet on the sly, Dez converted him into cross dressing and developing his Patsy persona. In a short while Patrick grew his hair and could easily style it in a pixie cut, built a wardrobe of female clothing, added false breast and became a submissive slut for Dez. He trained her well to be a kinky, extreme Lady Slut. Exhibition, Extreme Toys, Water sports, the full gambit of Dez’s desires, she could and would indulge.Patsy was dressed without panties as she opened the door for Dez. He smiled then kissed her as he pressed her against the wall groping her bare cock asking “did you abstain as I asked”, she grinned “yes”. He picked her up saying “then you need pussy as much as I do”. Walking her to the couch she sat as he took off his pants. Patsy leaned forward sucking his cock as he stood then laid back opening her thighs. Dez crawled over, groped her cock then guided her cock into her oil wet asshole. His cock sank in over hers then thrust deep as he kissed her again. His cock drove past hers as he rutted into her! “You’re making me cum”, she hissed and in a minute, she gushed! “Damn Baby, you came like a Bitch! That fucking pussy is good isn’t it”, Dez grunted! Patsy moaned as her cock jerked twice throwing more cum inside her! Dez slammed into her, grunting as his cum roared into her! He fucked her as he emptied causing her cock to slid out. Minutes later they sat giggling as he said “Baby, that pussy has claimed us. I can’t get enough and neither can you”. As they sat later watching the weather report he told her that she knew his work would make them getting together hit or miss and pump and dump doe a while. Patsy smiled replying that they were use to it now with all the hurricanes passing through. He said “I’ll have Little Frankie check on you”. She laughed “his eyes live under my dress even though he knows what’s under there”. They laughed as she added that it was his fault since he encouraged her to flash him. Dez didn’t know that she had flashed her glans to Frankie, she didn’t know that he had gave Frankie the permission to fuck her if fethiye escort he could.Heavy rain and gusting winds occurred as the hurricane approached due in 24hrs. Frankie and Hank his Black friend were at Patsy’s supposedly checking to make sure she had everything she needed in preparation. Patsy wore a casual Lilac colored, Jersey, thin strap Swing dress over a bright orange Bra and Thong. It appeared more like a short Slip and light easily penetrated it. They both leered her as she moved around during their visit and as they left Frankie told her he would be back. “She fooled me! Are you sure she’s a guy”, Hank asked, “Hell yeah and I’m going to fuck her”, Frankie grinned, “set me up man”, Hank replied!It was late afternoon when Frankie returned, Patsy laughed as she saw him standing in rubber knee boot, a T Shirt and short swim trunks under a raincoat. “Long pants would get wet”, he giggled as she noted his thick cock outlined in his trunks. Having already ate, he ate on a lap tray as she bent over her TV detaching cable since it was out. Her deep lean nearly exposed her ass cheeks before she left to get an antenna. Coming back, she leaned forward twice attempting to attach it, her second lean flashed her bare lower ass cheeks and a hint of her Orange anal thong band. Patsy leaned aside, lifting a leg for balance flashing a small frontal V of her crotch knowing his eyes were on her. Sitting across from him, she left a small gap at her knees as they chatted. An hour of chat after his meal she grinned “Frankie, I swear, why are you peeping me? You know exactly what I am”? He snickered, she laughed “ain’t nothing you don’t have that isn’t there”. He giggled loudly, “I know, I actually glimpsed it once”, she laughed, “no, you didn’t”. “Circumcised and very pink! I saw your glans”, he replied. She faked shame then grinned “I guess you did”.Patsy saw that his cock was stiffening and slowly edging it’s way down his trunks she laughed then pointed saying “you’re about to show me yours”. His hand covered his cock, he snickered “can’t help it! I’ve never sucked one but I’ve wanted to suck yours since the day I saw it”. Patsy laughed as her thighs flapped open then giggled “you know what comes out, you want that? You want mine”? Frankie smiled “yes”. She grinned as she held her dress down while rummaging to get his cock out saying “I’ll give you a little taste”. Patsy kept her cock covered with her hand over her glans then told him to lip her glans only, taste the 1 wad she would give him. Frankie slid to his knees, pressed his mouth against her hand and she inched her glans into his mouth. “Umphhh”, he heard as a single, thick wad of her cum blobbed on his tongue before she pushed him back. She smiled “OK”, he grinned “yes”,she moved her hand and he latched on her glans! She told him to stay on her glans and she would slowly surge cum inside his mouth, not to take her deep unless he wanted to get a belly full. For a minute, he held back as she pulsed cum then drove his face forward until her glans hit his throat. Patsy hissed “are you sure”, his head bobbed “yes”. Her cock surged a stream of cum into his throat as she moaned loudly! In seconds she shoved him off her cock saying “that’s enough! I have more but it’s new to you”. She closed her legs as he sat back.“You have more? That’s more than I ever have”, Frankie asked? She told him that she was literally a cow from Dez’s demand of her. That she was almost always ready to flow from his training of her, making her production level very high. “How”, Frankie asked? She told him that Dez constantly sucked her, often put her on her hands and knees then milked her or demanded that she masturbate and cum on command. Frankie giggled, she said “right on that coffee table, I’m milked like a cow”. They laughed together, she said “he say’s cum and I do”! They chatted at length until he cell rang “you’re breaking up, 10 minutes? OK, I’m here”, Frankie heard. Patsy grinned, “Dez is making a quick stop by”, “should I leave”, Frankie asked? She laughed “no, he’s needing to dump so he will be in and out in minutes”.Dez came in quickly speaking then following Patsy to her room. It seemed only a minute had passed when Dez came out in a rush saying “bye”. Approximately 2 minutes later Patsy returned giggling “now where were we”? Frankie answered “did he get it all, I mean have you any left, I’d love another suck”? Patsy snickered as she sat crossing her thighs, “no he had me splash a few times and told me to empty myself often”. He slid to his knees again grinning “I’m here to help”! His hands grasp her hem, she said “stay high, my pussy is wet! Dez filled me”. He mouth slid on her glans again, sucking her, tongue swirling her, Patsy grinned “you don’t have to work for it, I’ll give it to you”. He felt her cock tremble then she slowly dumped several warm cum loads into his mouth. “Ohhhh Sweet Jesus yes! I need to get it out. By this time of day I’ve unloaded many times” she hissed. Patsy moaned, groaned and whimpered “I make so much, it’s misery not to be released”. Frankie sucked her cock, dipped low and tongue swirled her hairless balls she hissed “careful Frankie, pussy drips”. He hand jerked her cock, slid his mouth on her shaft as his hands pried under her thighs slowly raising them. “Noooo Frankie” she hissed as she felt his tongue slid under her balls then probe her slack asshole! “Frankieeeee”, she shouted as he sucked her ass bud pulling Dez’s cum out of her! In seconds his mouth dropped on her cock sinking it deep into his throat! Patsy screamed loudly as cum blasted inside his throat! In a minute, he sat back viewing her cock still dribbling cum then covered her with her hem.Patsy giggled “you ate me”, he giggled as she said “bring that to me” pointing at his exposed cock. It was stiff, at least 6 inches long and wide in the shaft. She laid on her back as he kneed his way to her and slid into her open mouth saying “fuck my mouth cunt”. His cock sank into her warm, wet mouth as he panted loudly! His first thrust where slow and shallow, alanya escort she spoke “it’s a cunt, fuck it! Ram and go deep! Dez tries to break my face, you can’t hurt me”. Frankie fucked her face wildly, feeling her throat like slack pussy. “Oh Hell”, he shouted as Patsy grasp his hip forcing him deeper into her throat. Frankie growled loudly as his cum jetted into her throat! Humping against her face he leaned, grasp her thighs, folded them back over her chest rolling her ass upward. He exposed, her recently fucked and ate asshole budded outward around her Thong anal band. Her inner anal cleft was covered in blotches of yellowing, crusted cum and glistening as old cum drooled from her. Frankie sat back, she sat up saying “shame on you, you weren’t supposed to see my pussy”. Frankie grinned, “it’s cute”. She rolled laughing then replied “it’s worn out”! In 30 minutes, he was leaving telling her he would return for breakfast.At 9am Frankie arrived finding Patsy in a casual cotton mini Tank Dress with side slits. It was Red at the top slowly fading in shades of Grey to Off White at the hem. Underneath she had on a flesh colored Mesh Thong. He dropped to his knees, lifted a thigh on his shoulder, mouthed her cock out sucking it. Patsy laughed, “save room for your breakfast” she she sloughed cum into his mouth. After pulsing 8 wads she pushed him away then grinned “greedy”. Sitting, digesting their meal he asked, “have you considered real breast”? She laughed replying that she already had them from Dez sucking them plus using machine suction cups for her breast and nipples. He giggled, she added that they were saggie’s with long nipples but with the extra stretched skin her doctors had her on hormones and planned to inject her to a B or possible C cup. “Let me see them, take your falsies off”, he snickered? Patsy grinned, “not much to see, I’ll look like I need a training bra”, he grinned “please”? She left him and came back bra less and spun around still covered in her dress. “You still look great with small tits, I can see their imprint”, Frankie smiled. “Can I actually see them”, he asked? Patsy’s cell rang, she listened then handed Frankie the cell, “I can borrow one but I need gas” she heard them talking. She got her cell back listened then said “around 11:30?…You know Frankie’s here….If that’s what you want, OK see you then”. Patsy giggled then spoke “you’ll have to be Dez, don’t ask me, tell me”. Frankie chuckled “show me your tits”. Patsy stood, pulled her dress over her head then stood showing her sagged tits and Mesh panties. He saw her cupped cock looking like a plump cunt then groped her tits. She smiled saying “not much but they’re mine” then replaced her dress as he told her that he was going to call Hank and borrow a generator, she replied “wait until after Dez stops by”, she laughed “he’s going to slut me so don’t be too surprised”. Frankie grinned “what”, she replied “you’ll see, just play dumb”.They heard air brake’s hissing as Dez’s truck stopped, she giggled again “play dumb”. Dez opened her unlocked door, rushed in saying “down Patsy”! She slid off the couch, knees on the floor, chest down on her seat. Dez dropped behind her lifting her hem, she said “don’t expose me too much Baby, just get it”. Frankie saw her bare side cheeks as Dez rammed his cock into her! His hips blurred as he fucked her fast! In less than a minute, he fell over her back, hips shaking as his cum shot into her! He panted loudly then leaned back dragging his still stiff cock out of her then rushed out the door! Patsy giggled, “see that’s how it’s done to me, you demand, don’t ask”. She stood then sat grinning, “my pussy is wet again”. Frankie grinned then pushed her on her back, lifted her thighs and slammed his cock into her! “Whew, that’s hot! Oh Man this is nice, all slick and warm”, he grunted as he fucked her. In 5 minutes he shouted “cumming” then rocketed cum into her! Frankie drooped on her saying “best ever, I’m done with genetic cunt”, she laughed loudly. He slid down her torso, lifted her thighs and ravished her loose, scum filled asshole. “Oh God Frankie, you eat me more than Dez! You really like eating my nasty ass”, she spoke? He mouthed, sucked, lapped and tongue probed into her, his cupped tongue sc****d her inner anal tube as he said “push it out”. “I love it”, she hissed as she strained and cum farted the cum scum out! They soon were outside in the rain preparing a spot on the deck for Hank’s generator. They came inside dripping wet as he told her that Hank wanted to fuck her, she grinned “then tell me to”. Frankie laughed “fuck Hank”, she answered “done and I need to change”.Patsy left then showered and returned in a mid thigh length, snug fitting, White T Shirt with a Cat Face on the front and a Cat Tail on the back. Bra less with Neon Yellow Hipster panties that had no rear panel, her small saggy tits indented the front. Frankie smiled as she turned her back ad tilted forward, he said “there is no missing that! Those panties glow”! She grasp an ass cheek, opened her anal cleft showing her glossy red ass bud then grinned “a little makeup”.Hank arrived and as they set up the generator outside, Patsy d**g the extension cords, bending sometime on her knees as she laid them around and underneath things. Hank watched her as Frankie told him that he had fucked her and all Hank needed to do was make his move. “Hank, she will put you off genetic cunt”, Frankie snickered. They came in and Patsy met them with towels, as they sat she rushed to wipe Frankie’s face and head, standing and bending. She winked at Frankie knowing her lower bare ass cheeks were directly in Hank’s view. She turned and wiped Hank as she saw his cock long and thick, stretching against his pants. She also saw his head dip toward her loose neck line as he viewed her hanging tits. She left them taking the towels and going in the kitchen to make sandwich snacks. “Saw those tits and ass close up! My nuts are churning”, Hank whispered, Frankie replied, “I’ll give you a break to get her”.She ataşehir escort came back setting a sandwich platter on the coffee table as she sat beside Frankie. Sliding forward to the edge of her seat she slightly gaped her knees and Hank’s eyes zoomed into her crotch. They ate chatting as she placed a heel on the table edge, one knee raised giving him a better view into her upper pantie covered crotch. Slowly drifting her knees apart, he was soon viewing her Neon bright, plump filled full crotch. Frankie knew he had a full view and watched his neck tremble as he slowly panted. In minutes, they were done and Patsy tilted back as she placed her other heel on the table. She knew the angle would show her covered cock and expose her bare ass below. They all continued chatting as she slowly flexed her asshole making it bud outward to show. Hank was fighting to breathe as he saw her plump, red, meaty asshole pinched closed like a small cunt slit. His cock was stiff, straining upward outlined in his pants. “Y’all have to excuse me, twice rain soaked I need to get a shower! I’ll be back” as he left them. Patsy grinned “are you going to just look at it or fuck it”? Hank nearly fell scrambling between her knees! After fighting his cock out, he made one full thrust and sank into her up to his balls. In seconds he had his hands behind her knees, bowed against her as he stroked, deeply and slowly. “Shiiiiiiit”, he hissed as he rapidly starting thrusting into her! Hank paused as she felt his paste thick cum slug into her 3 times. He inhaled deep then stroked into her again another minute then groaned as his cock flexed throwing more thick ropes of cum inside her! “Muther Fuck”, he groveled then thrust again! He fucked her a full 5 minutes this time and came spraying, watery cum into her. He sprayed until he dribbled then sat back as she sat up and properly crossed her thighs. Hank was composed with a sweat sheen on his face when Frankie came back. They chatted another 20 minutes before Hank left. “He was loaded! His cum was compacted so thick he could barely shoot it”, she giggled! Frankie laughed, she told him that Hank came the first time throbbing plaster thick cum slugs then came a second time blasting thick plugs of cum again followed by his third cum load which jetted like hot water into her. Frankie was giggling loudly, she added that he fucked into his thick loads until he thinned them out. “It feels like I have an ass full of pudding”, Patsy snickered as she sat beside him.Frankie had leaned close into his face as he shoved his hand under her. Patsy lifted her knees, spread her thighs as his fingers sank into her. She kissed him, he moaned as she reached for his hand, folded his thumb down then pressed herself on his hand. Kissing as she circled her hips, it sank deeper into her as he felt her anal ring stretching around his arm like a rubber band. He was breathless when he felt her ball sack at his elbow. She sat back, he asked “no pain”, she shook her head “no” saying “all pussy”. In a minute, he slowly withdrew his arm and viewed it streaked in whitish cum. He crawled to her face kissing her telling her that although she was Dez’s Lady could she be his girlfriend when he wasn’t around? Patsy giggled, “you really don’t want that, you can fuck me but girlfriend is something else”. She told him that there were many things he didn’t know and probably would set well with him. “Whatever they are, I don’t care! Don’t change just let me be a part”, Frankie replied.Patsy walked him to her bedroom, laid back and he slid over her. She grasp his cock as she raised her thighs high, gripping his cock and balls then guided his shaft into her loose asshole. He sank inside her then grunted “my cock and balls in you”, she hissed “fuck me”! His thrust was a short hunch as his balls were trapped, “faster”, she urged as she tightened her anal ring. He stroked as she held him tight saying “only you and Dez get this, so yes I’ll be your girlfriend”. Frankie moaned loudly as she clamped her anal tube around his cock then seconds later his cum gushed into her! He whined, moaned and groaned in the mixture of pain and pleasure as he came! He laid on her whimpering as she massaged his body, kissed his face while her panted. After minutes of rest she said “pee Frankie….Pee in me”. In seconds she felt him pissing slowly then squirting like a fire hose! He finished groaning loudly! Letting him rest for minutes, Patsy said “now fuck me again”. Frankie rammed into her, they both could hear the muffled sound of sloshing. “Damn, it’s hot! Wt, heated pussy”, he mumbled. He fucked her another 5 minutes then threw cum into her piss filled anal tube. They kissed passionately until he leaned up saying “we will wet your bed”, she grinned “pull back slowly, I doubt I’ll drip”. He did and they parted without her dripping. Patsy woke hearing the gusting wind and feeling Frankie sucking her cock, she launched 7 wads of cum inside his mouth before he slid up kissing her. He swapped her cum inside her mouth then told her he had sucked her cock 6 times through the night. Each time she had whimpered at orgasm but not awakened. Patsy grinned, “awake or not, whenever you want it take it! It’s only important to me that you get enough”. Their lights blinked, she told him that Dez would be around for days. They showered, dressed and ate before it went out completely. Shortly after, their power died as they connected the generator she saw her neighbor Bob attempting to set up his grill and invited him over for a meal. She laughed telling Frankie that she sometimes fucked him. Bob came over, she had on a Denim jumper over a leopard print Thong. Not knowing that Frankie was there, Bob flirted with her as he ate. Frankie was in the hallway behind a louvered door closet watching them.“Is Dez coming by”, Bob asked, she answered “no”. He moved to sit beside her saying “then he won’t mind me getting a little of his pussy”. He shoved her on her back as Patsy laughed. In a minute Frankie saw him over her thrusting rapidly! “Tight pussy, Dez ain’t getting enough of it to stretch it”, Bob spoke. “I’d knock your ass up if I had you, fill the belly with baby”, he growled. A minute later he lifted, bowed his back then slammed down on her as his cum spat into her! In 10 minutes, he left as Frankie came out grinning “he doesn’t know you’re not female”, she grinned “nope”.**to be continued***

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A Blossom…in the Sun By: Cy BlackA Blossom…in the Sun- By Cy BlackKipper stood outside the housing project and took a long slow pull from his liquid strawberry flavored; THC vape device. He held the intoxicating vapors in his lungs for a second and exhaled thoroughly as he noticed two street-tough k**s as they approached. “What’s up…faggot?” One young man called as he passed. Although the statement was said as an insult, Kipper answered confidently. “Pretty good, and you?” He took another pull from the device and kindly held the entrance door open for two elderly ladies who openly gossiped about the Wednesday night church service. In spite of his kindly act, he expected nothing in return, yet he ignored their curious and judgmental observations and heard one utter, as she giggled, “Limp wrist sissy,” beneath her breath. “Have a pleasant night.” He called seemingly unphased by the derogatory remark simply because he’d grown accustomed to hearing and seeing the slings and arrows fired his way by those who chose judgment and condemnation over compassion, but that was their issues and not his. Perhaps it was his tight shorts, that clung to his bubble -butt, his shapely girly legs, small ankles, and wrists, small waist, and an hourglass figure that disturbed the old women or maybe it was his below shoulder length, strawberry colored red hair which extended below his black wool knit cap, that sparkled along with his hazel eyes. His honey-baked reddish-pink skin, full pinkish lips, long nose, and almond-shaped eyes annoyed them or perhaps it was just the fact that he was a proud confident sissy that pissed them off. Whatever it was that disturbed them was their problem. As far back as he could remember, there were those quick to pass judgment, ridicule, and even sent hostility his way, but he soon learned early in life that it was far better to face the slings and arrows and be what you are than to suffer in silence and in darkness while trying to be what you are not. With the early fall sun low in the sky, Kipper felt a cool breeze as it blew beneath his over-sized baby blue, tight tee-shirt that matched well with the blue-based with white striped shorts. He decided it might be time to assume his usual position inside the building. He entered the lobby with a sexy swagger and walked across the floor with powerful confidence. He quickly glanced over to the security desk and pretended not to notice the moderately tall and well-build black security guard stationed behind the desk. Kipper could feel his eyes as he scanned him, and he put a little more swivel in his hips as he entered the elevator. He quickly spun around, flashed a cute smile, and then mouthed the words, “Same time, same place,” just as the doors closed shut. The effects of the vapors soothed the smooth-skinned young femboi along with the subtle vibrations of the elevator’s ascent allowed his mind to mellow as he recalled how he arrived at this present moment. Months Earlier…“I’m a woman who brings aid and comfort to men who are in need and for this comfort, I will get paid. It’s my job, and I am neither proud nor embarrassed by it. It is how we pay the rent, pay our bills, and put food on the table. If you have a problem with that, then when you’re older, perhaps you can get a job and help out, but right now your job is to listen to me and follow my instructions which is to go down to the 3rd-floor washroom closet. Mr. Foxworth the janitor took off the lock, so you can stay there for two hours while I handle my business at night, and then I’ll come down and get you.”While Kipper’s mother may have chosen a very controversial career, she was at the very least brutally honest with her son. Her harsh yet honest answers burned into his mind and as the years went by, he came to not only to respect but admire her strength and conviction to live life as she chose. He came to understand that when a white Irish, Scandinavian woman marries a dirty black cop and who is sent to prison for life after he’s convicted of murder, options are slim to almost none. Public assistance is but a band-aid, or a job at Burger King isn’t enough to get by, so she turned to the quickest way to earn a buck, and she did what she had to do by using what she had to get what she needed. Usually on Friday, Saturday, and Wednesday nights he sent most of his time, between 8 till midnight, out on a park bench just a few yards away from his building and on cooler nights in a janitor’s slop room closet. For this cooperative act, he was paid with video games which he played and a MacDonald’s meal, and or a few dollars. On one particular night, the comforts of the closet and video games weren’t enough for Kipper, so he ventured out to the park where he found a pack of cigarettes and like magic, suddenly he drew the attention of men who thought he was older and who openly flirted with him. This attention gave the biracial youth a sense of empowerment and inflated his confidence. Soon he wore tighter clothing that revealed more and more of himself. while he had a natural feminine appearance, Kipper discovered with just a little subtle effort he had the power to excite and arouse men and particularly black men. When he reentered his building, he locked eyes and shared an unspoken moment with a young, well-built, and ruggedly handsome guard. An hour later, Kipper ventured back outside, not necessarily because he wanted to smoke but to lock eyes and share another moment with the handsome guard. Much to his disappointment, the guard was not at the desk. He slumped his shoulders to convey his disappointment as he ventured back to the elevator and as he pressed the button, he heard a strong voice behind him. “You’re a little short in the tooth to be smoking.”With a quick wit, Kipper fired back. “Aren’t you a little short in the tooth to be a toy cop?”The much larger male laughed humorously as he returned the volley. It’s Wednesday night, shouldn’t you be home by now?”“Shouldn’t you be annoying someone else?”“You got a fresh mouth.” The guard whose name tag read, ‘Dickerson’. Kipper’s first instinct was to fire off a quick counterpoint but when his eyes glanced in the senior man’s eyes, his heart fluttered, and he quickly lost his train of thought. “Does your mother know you smoke?”“What, are you auditioning to be my daddy?”The question was perhaps too honest because the thought seemed to stifle any response and for several seconds the two people lost themselves in their imaginations. Like two mannequins they simply stared at each other until the elevator doors opened. Kipper nervously jumped in but continued to stare at the well-built pecan colored skinned man.As the doors slowly closed, Dickerson stated, “I got my eyes on you.” Kipper responded and gave the curious guard a flip of his middle finger. Minutes Later… Kipper sat cross-legged, on a large pillow his mother purchased for him, in the janitor’s closet, with his digital pad in his lap, as he created a story he’d been working on for several months, but thus far unable to come up with a plausible storyline, when he heard someone just outside the door. He slowly climbed to his feet. It was Mister Foxworth’s night with his mom, so he ruled him out quickly and since there were no apartments at this far end of the floor, he concluded whoever it was had to be lost or…” His heart raced as he saw the doorknob as it twisted quickly then stopped. He decided to confront whomever it was, so he grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open. he glanced up and outside the door and into the long dimly lit hallway and was relieved when he saw no one was about. He was about to step back inside and close the door when he found that it would not move. Then suddenly the door was yanked open and there stood Dickerson. “What the hell is going on, don’t tell me you’re living here?” He asked. “What business is it to you?” The young man challenged as he wiped his strawberry colored hair from his face. “I’m security in this building, and loitering is not allowed on the premises, so let’s start here. Do you live in this building?”“Yes”“What’s your apartment number?” “None of your business. I just come down here once in a while to study and concentrate, is there a problem with that.” “You’re a sassy little sissy, aren’t you, well, my job is to observe and report, and right now I’m about to report that I have someone i*****lly loitering in a city building unless you cooperate and answer my goddamn questions.” Dickerson snapped. “No, wait…this is all alanya escort a misunderstanding sir.”“Oh, so now you’re calling me sir. I vaguely remember only minutes ago, you called me a damn toy cop. I might not be a real cop, but that’s only because I’m off-duty and this is my part-time job. So, get this, with one call, and I can make your life very hard, so I suggest you cooperate, do you understand?”“Yes, yes…sir.” Kipper answered meekly.“Good, that’s more like it. What’s your name?”“Kip…Kipper…Kipper Foxworth,” he lied. “Really, the janitor on duty is named Foxworth, are you related to him?”“Yes”“Is he your father?”“Yes, in a way.”“In a way, or either way,” Foxworth is a friend of mine and I know for a fact, he’s not married and doesn’t have any k**s, so whatever bullshit you’re trying to pull, is not working. Now, I’m going to ask you again and if I catch you in a lie, I’m calling the cops. Do you live in this building, Kipper?”“Yes sir, I live in apartment 10C.”“Oh, yeah…okay, now tell me why you’re mom allows you to stay out so late, smoke cigarettes, and hangout in a broom closet?”“I stay here while she’s working.”“Working, why can’t you stay home when she’s at work?”“Because she works from home.”“What, she works online?”“No”“Then what the hell does she do?”Kipper was slow to answer which only angered the powerfully built man who barked loud enough that his voice echoed about the hallway. “I asked you a question boy and I expect answers…now.’Kipper swallowed hard as he looked down, gathered his courage, looked into the eyes of the guard, and proclaimed. “My mother is a paid whore, a prostitute, she gets paid for sex, okay, now you know.”The taller man seemed stunned by the powerful response and quickly dialed back his tough cop persona. “Damn, that’s…that’s raw. So, she makes you stay down here while she works?”“That’s about the size of it, sir.” Dickerson placed his hand on the younger man’s chest and forced him back into the closet, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.“You realize from what you’ve told me, I could bring a lot of trouble down on you and your mom, right?”“Yes sir, but she’s just trying to earn a living, she’s not trying to hurt anyone.”“Bullshit, she’s hurting you for starters.”“She’s doing what she can do to take care of us.”“Really, having you spend your nights inside of a damn closet is not exactly what I’d call good parenting 101. “You don’t understand, my mother’s doing the best she can.”“Maybe, for herself, but not for you. Listen to me, Kipper. You’re very cute, your body is…beautiful, and how long do you think it’s going to take before men start making moves at you, especially the way you dress.”“What’s wrong with the way I dress?”“You look like a slut, I’m surprised guys, or should I say men haven’t tried to snatch you up.” “Men like…you?” Kipper asked as she locked her eyes on the slightly older black hunk.“I…uhh, that’s not what I meant.”Kipper could sense the guard’s vulnerability then pushed back harder. “Is that why you can’t take your eyes off me?”“Alright, let’s not go there,” Dickerson replied and threw his hands in the air to signify his innocence, however, the feisty young femboi wasn’t convinced as she stepped closer and stated boldly. “Daddy, we’ve been there from the moment our eyes met. So why don’t you stop pretending?”“Nah, this doesn’t work for me. You need to step back and don’t make this any worse.”“What are you going to do Officer Dickerson, beat me with your big black club.”The sissy’s words sent a hot to cold jolt right through the black security guard who felt his cock come to life. “So, you said your job is to observe and report?” She asked. “Exactly” “Good, then observe this.” Kipper declared as he spun around, shook, and jingled his well-rounded booty at the stunned security guard. “…and report this.” She stated and in one swift motion, spun back around, extended her hand and took hold of the huge bulge in the officer’s pants, and squeezed firmly. “Sssss…come on Kip, is this what you’re mother’s been teaching you?”The crafty young sissy leaned forward and planted a kiss of adoration in the center of the black man’s steely hard buffed chest and continued to squeeze his equally steel hard cock. “We…we can…can’t do this, I could lose my job over this,” Dickerson whined. “I’ve been chilling out in this closet for months and you’re the first person who’s caught me. No one comes down this way, except the janitor and I’m sure right about now, he’s in the middle of a pink dream. Kipper’s hand slowly slid about the pecan colored chest, then pinched the nipples of her captive’s chest before she stated, emphatically.“God, you feel so…so, tensed daddy, let me help you to let go of all that stress. Just relax Officer Dickerson and let me help you.”With that said, the cunning little sissy, dropped to her knees and gently kissed the large mound that stretched the fabric of the guard’s pants. Dickerson looked down and saw the pretty femboi as she flickered her tongue about his imprisoned cock and snarled with hot lust. “Awww fuck, I…I can’t fuckin stop you.”“Good daddy, cause that’s all I needed to hear,” Kipper remarked as she worked quickly to liberate the big black dick from its fabric cell, and slid it right inside her warm, moist mouth. In less than a minute after he felt the wet, sultry mouth wrapped around his big cock, Dickerson knew this wasn’t just someone who wanted his cock, this was a true cock worshiper who either had extensive experience or spent a great deal of time practicing her skills. “Look at you, hmmm, just look at you with all that black dick going in and out of your mouth…fuck, you’re just a slutty girl…you know that?”“Anything for you daddy.” Kipper moaned as she literally slobbered and adored the big hard Johnson between both her hands and lips. The hard-black man snatched off Kipper’s black wool cap, then snapped. “You little slut…I don’t know where you learned to suck like this, but you’re going to pay for making me so fuckin hot,” Dickerson growled, palmed the back of the sissy’s head and pumped his enormous hard flesh in and out of her mouth. A warm slimy mixture of precum and saliva dripped down the long, dark brown cock and dripped about his ballsack and finally down and drenched Kipper’s shirt. “Suck that cock you little freaky slut…suck that…suck that dick…daddy is going to coat your fuckin throat with ma African man juice.” The hot and horny security guard declared as he fell back against the door and felt himself weaken by the tenacious oral attack on his big black cock. Dickerson pushed the sissy slightly away and his cock twitched rapidly as he saw the long, thin, strings of precum, saliva which connected his cock to the Kipper’s mouth, then slid his large dark, vascular hand up the length of his Herculean tool, and cock smeared it about her face and hair. Kipper nursed yet attempted to strangle the long, thick, vascular black cock with one hand as she licked, smooched, and rotated her tongue about the uncut crown. Her heart raced joyfully with lustful excitation to reflect the sheer adulation she had for the hard sex tool. She moaned softly and sensuously. Dickerson growled and his thrust both arms out on either side of him and slammed his fists into the walls. The sight of the cock hungry sissy lovingly frolicking about his cock overwhelmed him as he rose up on his toes and his powerful cock ejaculated his hot Nubian seeds into her mouth, which she joyously swallowed every drop. “Oh baby, where’d you learn…learn to suck cock like that?” A stunned Dickerson asked as he pressed his back tightly against the door to keep him on his feet. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and delivered a stern slap to the sissy’s face. “Shit…I should’ve been back at the front desk. I gotta run.” Dickerson declared as he pulled up and adjusted his pants and reincarcerated his semi-swollen prisoner.“I hope you’re a man who finishes what he started,” Kipper announced before she slid her finger into her mouth and bit down gently under the powerful and intense gaze of her first black daddy. She swallowed hard as the big jock diesel hard man glanced down at her and suddenly, she felt so vulnerable and inferior. She wanted to crawl over and kiss his feet to display her utter and complete submission to his dominant presence. The Nubian hard guard rushed over, snatched, lifted Kipper into his arms, and delivered a deeply passionate, breathtaking kiss that curled her toes. manavgat escort “I’ll be back, give me ten minutes and you’ll get that answer. I plan on fucking your pretty sissy ass…senseless.” He snapped as he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him. The hot-blooded strawberry haired, big bubble butt sissy, anxiously awaited her black king and used that time to contemplate exactly where she wanted him to take her, breed, and seed her for the very first time. The second Dickerson pushed open the door, Kipper launched herself into his strong muscular and arms and they kissed with a deep hot, urgent passion. She pushed away, fell to her knees liberated his cock from his pants, and sucked his big black Bozack with every fiber of her being. She took the large plushy pillow, placed it on the edge of the slop sink, climbed on top of the pillow, and threw her ass back as she moaned. “Take it, daddy, take my ass-pussy, I give it all to you. Do whatever you want to me. I won’t fight you…I promise.”“Shit, you’re talking as if you had a choice. From now on bitch, this ass belongs to me.” He declared as he squatted down, spread Kipper’s ass cheeks apart, and slobbered about her ass-pussy like a bloodthirsty shark. Once he felt Kipper’s body and booty as it shivered beneath his large hands. He spanked her until she moaned and cried out in ecstasy. Kipper felt something cool and thick as it splattered over her butt cheeks but was unable to figure exactly what it was. She attempted to look behind her, however, what she saw was her black daddy as he slid his hand along the 18’ baton and wore a very deviant grin on his face. “Anybody before me been up in this ass faggot?” He asked. “No daddy, you’ll be the first.” She moaned in heat. “Okay then, I’m gonna start you out nice and slow with this,” He slapped the baton in his open hand,” and once I got you all warmed up, you’ll get the real thing.”Kipper closed her eyes and hoped the hard-wooded club wouldn’t be too painful, however instead of pain, the insertion of the stiff wood brought her body to life as she bucked up, down, and outward to meet the stiff, black stained tool. “Oh daddy, daddy I’m ready for you now, please don’t tease me, don’t make me wait, fuck me, daddy, take this ass and fuck, fuck it…pleasssse!” “Is that what you want, huh sexy little bitch, you want my black dragon to stretch out your pretty candy pink hole…huh, is that what the fuck you want bitch…huh, then beg for this black dick.” He snapped as he felt his level of hot lust go right off the chart. In spite of her plea, the heated friction of the warm, and enormously, hard, long, thick cock pressed into her sphincter made her scream out, then bit down into the pillow as she experienced an orgasm that nearly robbed her of her consciousness. “Ohh god, it’s fucking…fu,fuc…fucking…HUGE!” Kipper cried as inch by long, thick, black, inch, the African flesh spear penetrated deep into her body. Like a true experienced Bitchmaker, Dickerson slow and methodically fucked his young sissy until she caught his rhythm and pushed back. That’s when he knew he had her. Dickerson slyly lifted his sissy up off the pillow, then quickly slid the hard-black baton just beneath the fibromuscular mass of her perineum pressed down her lower back and commenced to fuck Kipper with the force of a fleshly jackhammer. The intense inner-and outer stimulation of her prostate sent the neophyte sissy into a wild, freakish wave of assgasms that soon coated her lover’s huge cock with a frothy, white foam. She felt her consciousness as it slipped away. The next time Kipper opened her eyes, she immediately fell back into a rush of hot passion as her body convulsed wildly. Tears fell from her eyes as she bit down into the pillow. She felt her black lover’s sweat covered bare chest as it dripped profusely down on her. She cooed softly as she felt so safe with large, vascular hands easily gripped her tiny waist. Dickerson looked down and growled like a b**st as he saw his new sissy’s back was coated with the frothy mix of hot foamy sex nectar. “Oh, fuck baby, you’re so fuckin sexy, you’re so fuckin sweet, you’re the perfect slutty bitch I need…yeah…yeah…fuck yeah. Daddy’s gonna breed you all…fuckin…night!” he snapped and drill-fucked the tight underused booty. He leaned over and wrapped his arm around her throat as he felt his cock explode and gushed a colossal load of baby-making batter inside Kipper’s pretty pink but battered hole. She slid her hand down about clitty as she recalled her new black daddy who fucked her almost every night he worked at the project building. Back to the Present…The elevator doors slid opened and Kipper’s mind returned to reality. With her anal cavity practically on fire, she darted down the hall, rushed into the closet, and pressed her back against the door as she nervously bit down on her bottom lip. She fought to regain control of her senses as she heard footsteps in the hall which grew louder, and louder. Quickly she positioned the plushy beige pillow on the slop sink, climbed up top, and pushed her ass out for her black daddy.“Please daddy, I’ll suck you as much as you want but please fuck me first…god…I’m so hot…ooo…ssss…my ass-pussy is itching and it’s so hot for your cock, please fuck me raw!” Kipper’s eyes grew wide as she felt a cock unfamiliar to her ass-ring. This cock seemed to have a more pointed crown, and then expanded and became massively wider. “Ohshit,” Kipper screamed, then looked back, covered her mouth in shock as she saw the face and body of the janitor Mr. Foxworth. “Oh, oh no…Mister…Mister Foxworth, what about my…my mother!” “Don’t worry about your mother pretty little one, your mother has taken a lot of my money, and now it is time, you earn some of it as well.” The brutishly built, the short stocky black man declared as he slowly pried the bewildered sissy’s ass-pussy open. By the time the big dick black bull’s cock went 7½ inches down Kipper’s ass shaft, any resistance and or reluctance she might have held toward this undesired act had faded as the massively thick tool stretched her ribbed inner walls far apart and gave her prostate a firmly frictional charge. “Ok…okay mister…mister…please god, I feel so full of dick,” Kipper whined as the strong man dominated her like a rag doll. Foxworth slapped and pinched her ass globes and easily grabbed her waist and lifted her off the pillow to deliver his back-shots with more intensity. Frantically, the overwhelmed femmie clutched at the faucet and handles as if to escape the relentless attack on his raw ass, however, the brutish black bull, displayed his own athletic ability when he hopped up, place one foot against the door and the other directly on Kipper’s head. Kipper managed to catch a blurry glimpse of the man in action within the limey filmy reflection in the steel handle and it sent her right over the edge into a powerful assgasm. Kipper was overwhelmed by the black bull’s sexual hunger and managed to glance far enough around the see the rich, shiny skin of the black man as every muscle in his body was not only highly visible but glowed with a thin shiny coat of sweat. “Your ass-pussy is so sweet young one. I will breed you well.” Foxworth announced as he snatched his fuck-puppet’s hair and brutally fucked her until he blasted two intense orgasms for him and three assgasms for her. by the time the senior man stepped back, Kipper’s body along with the pillow slid down to the floor. “You’re a nasty little, slutty girl and I will fuck you again. I suggest you keep this a secret between you and me and keep this from your mother. You deserve to earn a living too.” He suggested as he thumbed through and removed three twenty-dollar bills from his wallet and then tossed it down onto an exhausted sissy. With her mind in a daze and her ass-pussy gaped, Kipper attempted to jump to her feet as someone entered the room and slowly closed the creaky door behind them.“Da…daddy, is that you?” Kipper called. “So, you like cheating on me…huh bitch?”“No, daddy, it’s…it’s not what you think.” “Don’t lie to me bitch. I was standing right outside the door. I know what Foxworth did to you, nasty pretty bitch and now it’s time to pay. With his large dark hand, the powerful security guard administered a harsh spanking and brought the sissy to tears. “Are you going to betray me again whore…huh…huh?” Dickerson barked and Kipper sobbed as her ass ached and yet apart of her antakya escort was overjoyed with the knowledge that her daddy cared so much to keep her in place. “Come with me cock hungry faggot. It’s time you get an upgrade.” “Okay daddy, just let me put on my…”“No slut, no clothes for you. It’s time you came out the closet…literally.” He chuckled humorously. “But daddy what about my mother, what if…someone sees us?”“Don’t fuckin question me bitch, now let’s go.’ Dickerson demanded. “Daddy please, I can’t…” Before she could finish her statement, the tall security guard swept the sissy off her feet, and over his shoulder, then brazenly carried her down the hall. As they passed the elevator it slid open and three heads quickly poked out.Although she kept her head down, Kipper could hear the loud reaction of her audience. Dickerson carried her down a flight of stairs, down another hallway, and kicked open the door to apartment 9G. “Get out here bitch…now.” The black stallion barked and seconds later an elderly woman appeared from one of the back rooms. Fix this bitch up for me old woman, and send her to me in the bedroom.” Dickerson ordered as he snatched a beer from the fridge and walked away 45 Minutes Later… Kipper stood before a full-length bathroom mirror and could barely believe her eyes as she looked upon a reflection of a person, she’d always knew was there but never believed it was just a personal dream locked away in the halls of her mind, an unreachable fantasy. Her strawberry colored hair combed to the back and hung in a loose ponytail, clipped together by a large silky white ribbon. Her makeup made her look a shade lighter but contrasted well with her hazel eyes, and hair and gave her a strikingly hot appearance. Her full-lips coated with a candy pink lipstick that matched her finger and toenails. She had a regal yet slutty look about her. Her hands slid along her torso as she felt the lacy smooth texture of the hot pink satin lace-up corset dress, with a split on either side of her legs. She glanced down at her 2¼-inch transparent heels and she couldn’t help but be ironically tickled pink. “Yes, Cinderella, you are indeed ready for the ball.” The elderly lady exclaimed as she slid on a pair of school-boy glasses over the bridge of Kipper’s nose. “Now you look like an educated, cerebral slut.” The lady laughed.“I have to admit, I feel so, beautiful.”“Yes, and now you look the part.”“Who…who are you?” Kipper asked curiously. “All you need to know, is that I was you, nearly forty years ago. I was about to enter college, he had just been drafted into the NBA, and we were in love. It was very different back then. He used his signing bonus money to pay for a trip to Vegas. He bought me a beautiful wardrobe and then we got married, well, of course, it wasn’t recognized across the country, but we didn’t need a paper to tell us we belonged together. We had our honeymoon in Aruba. It was by far the most beautiful time anyone could imagine and I…was in pure sissy-heaven.” She paused as she drifted away down memory lane until her young hosts asked. “Well?”“Well, what?” The beautiful elderly black transgender woman asked. “What happened, are you still together?”“Oh, well…as he became more successful in his career, the money grew and so did his ego. He left me with the excuse that he wanted to explore more of himself, alone. It broke my heart, especially because he was my first, he was the one and only. It wasn’t till his final days that when he summoned me to his eventual death bed, that I learned he cheated on me with someone with the virus and left, to spare me the same fate. I spent practically every one of his remaining moments with him. He remains in my heart as the finest man I’ve ever known and there are many times I have wished he’d share his burden with me but it was a sacrifice he chose to bare alone.” The long gray dreadlocked transgender woman shook her head rapidly as if to clear her thoughts and then reexamined the woman she tended to. “Please forgive this old woman for drifting on her memories, but when you reach my age sweetie, memories are all you have left.” Her voice cracked, then she quickly refocused. “Your daddy is going to enjoy you. Once he lays eyes on you, he’s gonna murder that ass-pussy.” She smiled“Oh god, just the thought has my toes curled,” Kipper declared. “One last thing Kipper.”“What’s that?”“Exactly, what the hell is a Kipper? It sounds like the name of some reject superhero side-kick. No, baby, you need a name that reflects the real you. Do you have any in mind?”“I always thought Kipper, was kind of cute, but why do I have the feeling you have something in mind, already?” “I sure do, when you first walked through or was carried through my door, you looked like a pretty little flower, beat up by nature, and now…oh now you are a beautiful Blossom. “Oh wow, that’s a beautiful name. Thank you…uhhh, what’s your name?”“You can call me Ms. Rose. As you might’ve guessed, I have a thing for beautiful flowers, and my c***d you are there.” She chuckled. “Now that’s enough talk, you got a daddy in there, that has been patiently waiting so I suggest you get that ass in gear and take care of your alpha. Blossom turn and hugged the senior lady, glanced one last time into the mirror, and proudly made her way to the bedroom. She snatched opened the door and smelt the strong aroma of marijuana, but what really shocked her was the sight of her daddy whose god-like physique was stretched out on the king-sized bed. His humongous black uncut cock behaved like a snake as it bounced up and down about his tight, well-defined abdomen, but still, that shock paled in comparison to the sight of the equally powerfully built body of Mr. Foxworth who also occupied a space in bed, and still, that paled completely as the sight of his mother who laid sandwiched between the men. “Oh…oh my god…no…no…NOOOOOO!” Blossom screamed and attempted to flee the room, but apparently Ms. Rose had locked them in. “Please…please I can’t do this!” Blossom cried as Dickerson jumped out of bed and snatched the shocked sissy into his arms. “Come on baby, don’t run from shit just because it’s different. Try seeing things from a broader perspective.“What if that were your mother in that bed?” Blossom fired back.“My mother kept her freaky shit away from me.”“That’s right baby, I’m a whore and you’ve known that for a very long time, I never kept that fact from you. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s how we’ve been taught to view it, Blossom.” Her mother interjected. “Wait…huh…Blossom, how did you know that; did Ms. Rose tell you that?”“Yes, she ran the name by us, and we all agreed that it name fit you well, but we left the final decision up to you.”“Oh shit…wait, I…I don’t understand, what’s this all about, please, somebody help me make sense?” Blossom cried as tears fell slowly down her cheeks. “Was this some kind of, plan all along?”“In a word darling, yes. I knew all about your affair with Officer Dickerson and I saw how confident you became after you spent time with him. That’s when I knew we shared a deep passionate lust, insatiable hunger for black men and especially big black men with big black cocks. It was then that I requested and arranged for Mr. Foxworth to take you into the closet. It was all a part of a plan to free the sissy within you and here you are, a beautiful black cock loving sissy ready for breeding by this magnificently handsome black hunk.” She stated as she strolled over to her femmie daughter and gently massaged the humongous cock of Dickerson who stood beside her. “If you want to run and pretend, you’re not a freak for black cock, It’s okay. We won’t judge you, but we all know your true nature, our true nature.” With that statement made, Blossom’s mom walked back across the room, climbed back in bed, then leaned over, took hold of the Jurassic cock of her daddy, Mr. Foxworth, and slid it deep inside her mouth. “So, was this just a game to turn me out?” Blossom cried as she searched Dickerson’s eyes for clarity. “You spend too much time thinking about what others might say. Here’s all you need to know.” The tall strappingly hard man declared as he swept the gorgeous sissy off her feet and carried her over to the bed. Throughout the night the hot quartet fucked savagely, and unleashed their deepest most unbridled sexual hunger in an orgy of lust, cock, and assgasms and by dawns early light, Blossom opened her eyes and felt her expanded, overstretched ass-pussy as it continued to throb and pulsate from the intensity of the action early that night. she stared into the early morning sunlight and smiled as she declared as a storyline finally came to her imagination. She even knew the title of her story and recited it repeatedly first in her mind then finally aloud. “I’m a Blossom…in the Sun.”

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And they played with other ones by grabbing their breasts and buttocks…A dark haired Latin looking dancer approached Anita and he grabbed her around her shoulders and her knees.He lifted my sexy wife from the floor.My wife screamed as he lifted her and looked back at me.I gave her a big smile and thumbs up.Once this Latin dancer, Pedro, passed Anita to the other dancers on the stage; all of them returned there to give my wife their full and sole attention. So now she had five almost naked muscular men dressed in tiny thongs dancing around her and putting their hands all over her curvy body.One of the bigger guys held her arms up in the air while another guy quickly unsnapped Anita’s skirt and it tumbled to the floor.She screamed loudly but quickly realized that her skirt was gone…Now her loose fitting blouse and the red thong were all that were covering her bottom side. Suddenly she tried to get off the stage but the dancers were too fast for her.Then one of the strippers lifted Ana up off the stage and began dry humping her in his arms. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders to keep from falling.The other dancers continued to touch her all over and one even leaned in to kiss her on her red lips. Another one reached between her legs and played with her pussy through her red thong.Anita then screamed loudly to cheers from the crowd.The guy holding my wife at his waist suddenly threw her to his mates and two of them caught my sweet wife in the air.Her arms and legs were held fast by the dancers.One of them suddenly ripped her blouse off and Ana screamed when she realized she was almost naked now; her shaven pussy lips were just barely covered by that tiny red thong.Held ataköy escort aloft in the air and completely helpless, the guys stripped her panties off to her loud screams of shock. She began kicking, but the guys raised her high up in the air again and opened her legs up to reveal her lovely pink pussy lips.I could see my sexy wife was very wet now; her little tight entrance was glistening in the middle of the lights and shadows…One of the black dancers showed his fingers to the female audience and after getting approval, he proceeded to vibrate Anita’s clitoris. When his fingers pulled away, it was clear from the bright lights on the stage that my wife was fully excited.Her pussy was lathered and shiny with her own pussy juices and her labia were engorged and folded open revealing her sweet cunt.Now the black guy took his two fingers and again getting the approval of the audience, he inserted them up Ana’s cunt and began to finger fuck her. She screamed and struggled at first but everyone could soon see by the spasms her butt and hips made that she was getting sexually aroused by his fingering.The guy soon pulled his fingers out and held them up to the crowd so we could see how creamy his fingers had become inside of her.I could guess Ana was close; she was still involuntarily having some spasms on her naked body.But then she felt two wet fingers slide back up inside of her hot cunt and she almost passed out as she came, screaming like crazy…Then a sexy brunette came up the stage and proceeded to suck Anita’s pussy juices off the black dancer`s coated fingers.Now the guys flipped Ana over face down but still suspended in the air. They turned her around so that everybody could see her wet and fully engorged pussy.Then Ana watched as his two fingers slid back up inside of her and she felt him massaging her g-spot very quickly inside of her vagina. Within seconds she lost it in another body shaking orgasm and the crowd cheered its approval. Again the dancer held his dripping fingers aloft and began to offer them to those who were at the edge of the stage; but at the last minute he put his fingers in his own mouth and licked Anita’s çeşme escort juices clean from his fingers.The other guys brought a red velvet platform upon which they laid my wife’s sweet naked body; now face up. The Latin dancer Pedro had removed his tiny string and everyone including Ana knew what was about to happen.Barbara started screaming and she struggled back and forth.But as the other four held her down, each dancer fucked my sensual slut wife right on that stage.Ana felt each huge cock deep inside her hungry cunt and had at least five wild orgasms in front of all the female audience.Pedro, who had been the first enjoying her wet cunt; turned Ana face down with her round buttocks in the air and after a few strokes in her cunt to lubricate his hard cock, he fucked my wife in the ass.Again Anita had a loud orgasm, literally grinding her ass into that Latin groin as he sodomized her like crazy.My wife’s screams were lost and muffled by the cheers and shouts of the other wild women watching the show.But I knew she was enjoying that huge dick in her asshole…After Pedro filled my sweet Ana’s anus with his semen; the guys stood her up and they dragged her off the stage.She was wearing just her stiletto heels and I saw that she looked weak on her knees, after so many orgasms she had experienced there on stage in front of all at the club.The manager then called me up and I followed him to the back stage dressers.I found there Ana, still naked in the middle of those five hunks.She ran up to me; laid a big hug and kisses on me and thanked me intensely for what had just happened to her.Her wildest fantasy had been fulfilled tonight with these five men fucking her in such a wild way.She said her ass was aching too much; because Pedro had a real huge piece of cock and he had hurt her as he sodomized her…Ana got her blouse back and her tight skirt; but she could not find her tiny red thong.As we were heading to the parking lot, the Latin guy, Pedro, came to say goodbye; telling my wife he had spent a hot time with her…Anita kissed him and then he dragged him to our car.During the drive home I looked on the rear mirror as my sensual slut wife straddled that Latin hunk and fucked him back and forth.She screamed like crazy in another wild orgasm, just few seconds before we reached home.I parked at our garage and asked Ana if her new friend would spend the night with us.But my sexy little wife looked really spent and done.Ana smiled to me and told Pedro that she would be on stage the next Saturday…

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Sex Files from a Therapist – Chapter 3Carol and her son, Zach, had agreed after their first and lengthy sexual encounter, to back away for some time. Carol thought it was important for both of them to think through what they had done with each other and make sure they did not push the situation beyond what one or both were comfortable with doing. To Zach’s credit, he was all for moving forward, but agreed and respected his mother’s request and did not push the issue or press her to continue. He did not bring up the subject again or refer to it in any way. They continued to have dinner together, watch movies occasionally and generally let their relationship return to normal without interruption. Carol was pleased with him about that, but on the other hand, not discussing it seemed like there was this elephant in the living room all the time. She wanted some distance to think it through on her own, but she also felt like the longer this took, the more likely there would be problems between them later. As much as she wanted to jump into bed with her son and relive their first encounter she knew it would be a mistake.Meanwhile, she was finding herself more preoccupied with her encounters at the office. She had now counseled with three different clients that had some form of a family sexual encounter. Two of them led to her own participation with them in her office and one had led to her and her son fucking later that same evening. It apparently had a strong draw that she did not understand. In between these visits, she was treating what she considered the more run of the mill sexual issues such as men with porn addictions, husbands and wives disagreeing on what was acceptable in the bedroom, fetish issues and other things. She was beginning to see trends that she did not recall from her studies and had not picked up on in practice previously. Men did not have as a rule, a general porn addiction. Their indulgence in porn was very often topic specific. Some had what she would call a particular fetish, but would not be regarded as a fetish at all in professional circles or even by the general public. Most of those types of things were common in most mainstream porn movies: female on female, group sex, the classic male cum shot. Others were more specific. Men wanted to see cum shots on feet or tits or faces. Some just liked watching other men jack off or watch people try to get fucked in public without getting arrested. Not one man who came to her office just watched porn in general. They had a specific interest. Only when it interfered with their normal sex life did she really encourage them to find ways to give it up for the sake of their marriages and healthy relationships.This attitude she was developing was also challenging her and the way she looked at her profession. It was something of a split personality. If all sexually outlying behavior was normalized, then the psychological profession went out of business. But to discuss those outlying behaviors as if they were wrong seemed to fly in the face of reality and put unnecessary pressure and guilt on a person because they enjoyed something different than others. One of her male clients pointed out some of those things to her and she had to admit at the time that he made some potentially valid points. His particular interest was in videos of women getting tit fucked and the men cumming on their tits at the end. He pointed out that the woman was never used via physical penetration, there was never and acts of v******e, she was never challenged to do anything other than let the man rub his cock between her tits until he came. It was a form of masturbation in her client’s eyes that just allowed for another person to participate. Carol had acknowledged this much and assured him that this in itself was not a problem as long as it didn’t interfere with his sex life with his wife. “Actually,” he said, “we fuck two or three times a week, but she thinks getting tit fucked is weird, there is no pleasure for her, and she doesn’t like having cum all over her chest. So, I get plenty of sex and enjoy it, but I would dearly love for her to let me do that now and then, but she refuses. I think she is the one with the problem and the one thing I would desperately love to do, I will never get the chance to do. So I watch it on video when I can.”Carol’s response was, “So, if you could tit fuck someone now and then, presumably your wife, you would never watch this type of stuff?””Why watch it if you can live it?” was the client’s response.”Will you be perfectly honest with me if I gave you an option to consider?” asked Carol.”Well, sure. No point coming here and spending all this money and not being honest with you.””Okay, then. I want you to get tit fucked and then come back next week and tell me honestly if you have had the urge to watch videos of this behavior.””That sounds all well and good, doctor, but what do you expect me to do? Walk up to women and ask them if I can tit fuck them until one of them says, sure honey sounds like a great idea?”Carol laughed at him, “No, simpler than that. Tit fuck me right now. Tell me what position you want me in, I take off my top, you tit fuck me until you cum. You shoot it on my tits and then you leave. Next week you come back and tell me if you have watched any porn. But you have to be honest. If you are not honest, you will probably be coming here for a lot longer spending a lot of money for no progress.”Her client just stared at her in disbelief. “Seriously? You would let me do that to you in the name of treatment?””I admit it is not exactly standard practice. But it silivri escort seems you have this need or believe you do and your wife doesn’t understand it. So let’s see how it works for you. As you pointed out, I will not be expected to do anything that is harmful to me, so I lose nothing, put nothing at risk, but I may help you in some special way.””Then, fuck yeah, let’s do it!” The man stood up and nearly fell over trying to rush to get his clothes off. Carol removed her blouse and bra very deliberately to reveal her beautiful round, C-cup tits. He asked her to lie down on the couch and he straddled her, tucking his cock between her tits and started to slide his shaft between them. She squeezed her tits tightly around his cock and watched as his cock head would peek out from the tops of her tits with each stroke. She felt his smooth balls glide over her abdomen and he stroked, using her tits as the hand he normally resorted to after watching his favorite videos. Carol made no noises or acted like she was into it, faking an arousal that was not there like in the movies. She wanted to give him a sense of the reality of it. She was simply on her back jerking him off with her tits. There was no arousal for her and no real interest on her part. But her client was really enjoying himself and in a few short minutes, grabbed his cock from between her tits and began cumming on one and then the other until he was spent. He grabbed some tissues and wiped himself off and left the couch. Without cleaning up, Carol sat up still covered in his cum on her tits.”How was it living out the fantasy?” she asked.The client was fastening his pants and clearly was thinking about it. “You know, I understand my wife’s side of it now. In the videos I watch, the women all look they are getting off on the act, but I can see now that in real life, the woman gets nothing from it in the act by itself. As part of overall sex, I can see it being fun now and then, but it was not nearly as satisfying as I thought it would be. You have a beautiful pair of tits, so it isn’t you. You were willing enough and you did a great job of getting me off. It just wasn’t what I expected it would be.””Come back in a week and give me an honest assessment and the urges you have between now and then.”The client left and Carol cleaned the cum off her tits before the next client came in. This was another man who had a fetish of cumming on feet. Carol rolled her eyes in her mind. The man described how he loved stocking covered feet sliding up and down a cock in videos and dreamed of having a woman get him off that way. The discussion went much the same as with the client before him. Again, Carol probed him about his sex life otherwise and he claimed it was healthy, but he had never approached his wife about doing that for him because he was afraid it would reveal that he had been watching such things. Carol removed her shoes to reveal stocking covered feet and told the man he was going to do two things. He was going to let her get him off with her feet and if he liked it, he had to go home to his wife and ask her to do that for him. He did not have to reveal that he was watching porn, but that one of his buddies at work had mentioned it and he thought it sounded like a hot idea for something different. Carol pulled her chair close and opposite of her client’s as he freed his stiff cock. She stroked his dick with her feet until a short time later, he splattered his shirt and pants with a thick gob of cum. Some of it soaked her toes, which she found not to be so wonderful of a feeling, but then she had to admit it was somewhat arousing and might be more so if she were with someone she wanted to be with – like her son. She filed that one away for future consideration. In this, the man found it highly arousing and left planning to ask his wife yet that night. The next week, both men came back at their scheduled appointments. The tit fucker said he no longer had the urge to watch the videos and did not even bring it up with his wife. He said the funny thing was, since he was no longer asking her to do it, she brought it up and agreed to do it for him in the shower where he wouldn’t get cum all over the sheets by her face. He said they both found it to be very hot and agreed to do it once in a while. He said their sex was better than ever this week.The guy with the foot fetish returned and said that his wife was all over the idea and was eager to try it. She told him she had seen videos of such things and was interested in jerking him off that way and would even consider jerking other men that way if it turned him on for a really good fuck with her afterward. He was practically giddy since they were going to an adult theater that night to see if any men were willing to settle for that. He had discovered that his wife had a kinky side as well. Now Carol had lost two clients because she had actually helped them solve their issues. She shook her head that the simplest solution was communication and honesty. Then it hit her. She had the office assistant clear her calendar for the rest of the afternoon and headed home early.She arrived at home just five minutes after her son, Zach had gotten home himself.”Hi mom, what brings you home so soon today?””You.””Me? What about me brings you home so soon today? Something wrong?””Yes. I have spent the last two weeks wanting you and not being honest about it. I have been denying myself of the truth that I want you so much. And I have shut you out of the conversation and stopped the communication that we need to have. bayrampaşa escort Do you still want me?””Of course, mom.” He swept her off her feet and carried her to her bedroom and they mostly tore each other’s clothes off. As with their first time together weeks earlier, neither wasted any time with foreplay. Zach climbed between his mother’s thighs and she quickly pulled his long, hard cock to her pussy and took his full length in one stroke, nearly knocking her out with the shock waves blasting through her body. By his fourth stroke, Carol was cumming so hard he had to stop his motion until her climax abated. When she had relaxed she rolled him over on his back and she began riding him hard, trying to drive him to orgasm as quickly as he had driven her. She was successful. In just a few strokes of her own on his shaft, he began to buck underneath her and she could feel his cock swell inside her and throb as he shot gob after gob of cum deep into her.She wasn’t done with him yet. She lay on top of him and they kissed passionately for several minutes as she continued to hump on his cock. He never had the chance to soften inside her and she quickly brought him back to fucking hardness again. He propped himself against the headboard and she sat on his cock with her back to him, then leaned back against his chest. She used her legs to slide up and down his cock as he cupped her perfectly round tits in both hands and they enjoyed a slower, more relaxed fuck. He could feel her beautiful round ass slide up and down his lower abdomen and her sleek back do the same against his muscular chest. But more than anything, he enjoyed the warm, tight grip of his mother’s pussy holding his cock, stimulating it with every move. She reached down and found his balls with one hand and gently tugged on them and squeezed them in her hand. He found her clit with a finger and rubbed it as his cock continued its in and out dance with her pussy. Carol came again, this time it lasted longer, was a little less intense, and yet more satisfying in some ways than the first. This orgasm was followed immediately by another and then a third smaller one to cap the series. She lifted off, turned and lowered her face to his lap and chose to suck him the rest of the way until she felt the familiar signs that her mouth was about to be flooded with his salty white cum. This time she did not swallow at the start. She waited until he was done shooting. Then she savored the taste for a couple of minutes before finally swallowing it all and then paused to lick his wet shaft from top to bottom. They laid in each other’s arms for quite awhile before Zach asked, “what brought that on mom? It was amazing, but I was beginning to think we were done before we had really gotten started.””Let’s say I had an epiphany at work today. I think you need to plan on us doing a whole lot more of this in the future. Just plan on it and don’t let your grades fall because you are thinking with the wrong head.”Zach smiled and relaxed with his mother at his side, filled in both ends with his cum.Carol returned to the office the next day with another new client scheduled for a first consultation. It turned out to be another mother-son pair in for a discussion. All things have a pattern in Carol’s mind, so she was eager to find out what pattern these two fit in. The young man was 20 and had been in a habit of spying on his mother for some time. She had caught him in the act on more than one occasion and had gotten upset with him, but nothing changed. He readily admitted to it and said that he thought his mother was a beautiful woman and he lusted after her. He even admitted to going to his room after sneaking peeks of her in the shower or drying off afterward and jerking off. But then he outed his mother.”But what she isn’t telling you is that I have seen her spying on me as well. She makes excuses to come in the bathroom when I am showering or drying off. She even took my towel from me one time, saying she washing towels and wanted to add that one to the load. Then she stood there looking at my cock. She has also been spying on me when I have been jerking off. I see her in the doorway peering through the crack since the door doesn’t shut right and she watches me jerk off. She has also come into my bedroom at night and feels me up and makes my cock stiff when she thinks I am asleep.”The mother’s face was bright red. She began to cry a little as she confessed it was all true. She didn’t think he knew she wanted him. And she knew she shouldn’t want him, but it was almost more than either of them could bear. “Where is your husband in all of this? There has to be some strain at home given the tension between you too.” Carol asked.”Actually,” the mother said, breaking down in tears even more now, “he has said more than once that he would really love to make a threesome out of he and I and our son. He has been pushing me to get something started, but I have no idea of how to go about it. I would like to and I know my son would love to have something with me, but how do you tell your son that his dad wants his presence in the bedroom for sex with his mother?”The son, and Carol, were totally caught off guard. “Dad actually wants to see me having sex with you? And you really want the same thing? Is this true, mom?”All the mother could do was nod through the tears. She finally cleared up enough to confess that she and his dad had actually done numerous threesomes over the years. It turned him on and she loved two men at the same time. But it was hard to find esenyurt escort someone they could trust these days, so they seriously talked about bringing their son into it.”Now that you are plenty old enough, your dad has been pushing really hard. I just haven’t found the way yet – until now – and now I have probably fucked it up.””So why did you come to see me since you and your hubby are in this plot together? And why did you bring him?” Carol asked pointing at the young man. “I was hoping that through the discussion about the other stuff, it would allow for a discussion on the way home of what I really wanted to do and this might break the ice. I didn’t know that he had figured me out.”Her son put his arms around his mother and hugged her tightly. They stood up to make it full hug when she felt his hardness pressing against her. Her hand reached between his legs and squeezed his cock. Carol noticed that even through the tears, this mother was dialed in on her son’s cock. “Well, maybe if you are already going to feel each other up here in my office, you should go ahead and get your first private fuck out of the way here and now. Wouldn’t be the first time someone shot their load in my office.”Carol was actually being unusually sarcastic with her comment, but the client pair took her at her word and she pulled her son’s cock from his pants and lifted her dress over her waist and bent over the chair. Carol watched it like a train wreck as the young man took his mother from behind and fucked her hard for three or four minutes before grunting and cumming in his mother’s pussy. The mom was more than a little disappointed. “Looks like your father is going to have to give you some lessons on a proper fucking, son. But don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”The two left and Carol was pretty sure she would not see them again. She sat at her desk and looked at her calendar and at the names and addresses of those she had seen over the past couple of weeks. It suddenly occurred to her that all of the family sex cases had addresses that were within just a few blocks of her own home address. That seemed a little too coincidental given that she commuted more than five miles to her office everyday. And two of them had used the word, “delighted” as they left. It was flimsy at best, but she was beginning to think there was more to this than random people choosing her to help them with their family sex issues. She hoped to find other clues, but she had no idea where to look or what to look for.When she got home that evening, she heard the shower running and peered in through the open door to see her son showering in the foggy shower stall. The water shut off and he stepped out to grab his towel. She zeroed in on his semi hard cock dangling in front of him and made her presence known. She walked up to him, lowered herself to her knees and gave him an impromptu blow job. His freshly showered cock, the steamy room and a warm gush of cum down her throat had her ready for more. She undressed and Zach took her to his room and laid her on the bed. He dove into her pussy face first began massaging her inner walls with his tongue. He loved the feel of her insides on his tongue and the hard nub of her clit. He also loved the feel of her hands curling his hair as she tugged on it when she came. And she came hard. Her toes curled, her back arched and pussy pushed hard against his face and she hissed her pleasure on his lips. “That is not like you, mom. You don’t normally just waltz in and give your son a blow job. What gives today?””Your stiff cock stepping out of the shower. How about we take your next boner somewhere out in the world and see if we can get caught fucking.””Have you lost your mind?””No, it’s still between my ears. But it has expanded to include fucking you in public if you have the balls for it.” Carol challenged him with a laugh.They chose to go to a clothing store and give their shot at public fucking in a booth for trying on clothes. She stepped in with a dress and he stepped in with a pair of slacks. When they were sure no one saw them take the same stall, they undressed and Carol bent over on the seat, propping herself on her knees for her son to take her from behind. Zach stuffed his hard cock into his mother and began drilling her earnestly. He didn’t think they should take too long so he didn’t worry so much about making her cum as much as to make himself cum quickly. But Carol was noisy and had a hard time containing herself. He tried putting a hand over her mouth, but it was still clear to anyone else in the changing room that there was more going on than a too-tight dress. A clerk heard to sounds and since this was not her first encounter with a couple banging in the changing rooms, she quietly walked into the otherwise empty dressing room area and slipped her key in the door only to find that it was not locked. Zach and his mom were too deep into their fucking to notice the audience. The clerk was aroused by the large cock pounding the woman on the bench and began fingering herself as she watched them fuck. Carol came and her fluids were very evident as they soaked her son’s cock. Shortly after, Zach moaned and filled his mother’s hole with a thick cum that clung to his cock and balls. When he pulled out, he turned and saw the clerk, and blushed. “Hi Lindsay. Uh, I can explain.”Carol was humiliated at being caught on her first public fuck until she saw her client standing there as red-faced as she was. And how did Zach know this woman? Here was another puzzle piece and the picture was becoming slightly more clear. Carol wiped the cum flowing from her pussy and Lindsay came to her and helped – not with tissues, but with her tongue – and volunteered to clean Zach’s cock as well.”I think we have quite a bit to discuss when we get home tonight, Zach.” Carol was both aroused and slightly upset. She would wait until she had a clear picture to decide what to think.

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Massage exhibition story – The Crescendo For YouI’d like to start with a sensual massage, me blindfolded, you in the corner watching…(Note: This story is a re-posting of my previous entry with a better title so it’s easier to find.)We are in a large private room with a massage table in the center and a chair off to the side on a slightly raised platform, and a large window with a nature view on another wall. As I undress, and before you put the blindfold on me, I peeked at the items on the table nearby and touched a bowl of warm stones, a bottle of massage oil, a hot wet towel, and a light linen cloth covering what could be a selection of toys. You smiled and pulled me away before I could look under the cloth. You give me a knowing look as you take the blindfold from the table and secure it over my eyes and lead me to the table. I climb up and lay face down then you cover me with the cotton sheet. I can hear your steps recede as I take notice of gentle sounds around me.The room is quiet with a very light spa music somewhere in the background. I lay face down under a simple cotton sheet and wait for the masseuse who enters without my seeing him come in. His voice is rich, soothing, as he introduces himself to me as my “ther-apy leader” for the evening. I normally could see feet through the face holder, but now with the blindfold, my other senses are awakening more than normal – just the mere thought of no visual cues is triggering my body.He starts by gently touching my major muscles through the sheet, connecting with me as he asks me if I have any concerns with him removing the sheet fully. His smooth voice relaxes me and I give my consent to proceed – a token approval but it added to the moment. The room is just a little cool, but not uncomfortable and I know my body heat will rise soon anyway. I think of the window so now I’m feeling on display but not overly exposed. He begins with a light touch all over, slowly touching each limb. I know my skin is smooth and silky as I have prepared for the all over touching today. He then pours a bit of warm oil on my shoulders and I sigh deeply. The heat penetrates into my muscles as he starts rubbing his fingers firmly on my shoulder blades and along my spine.He takes his time slowly gliding his hands across my upper back to get me nice and relaxed. He comments to you that I have a little extra tension deep in my shoulders, and you tell him how much I appreciate regular massages to keep this tension from settling in too deep. This reminds me that you are there and I have a tingle move through me knowing you are watching me as I lie naked in front of another man and that you are watching his hands move across and into my oiled muscle groups. As my body warms with this idea, a sensation becomes clear to me. I can feel skin when he passes my hands or feet, but it is more than just his hands or arms and I realize as he moves around me and reaches across me that his body is naked as well.He obviously knows what he is doing and his sensual movements are like waves at a lakeside as they build up and recede gently with pressure and proximity to my sensitive areas. I love his fingers gliding up my legs and grasping my glutes. Soft moans come out with my breaths and I remember how much you like my sounds when I am in the zone.In the middle of a gentle thought about what you might be seeing, I realize there are more than two hands on me. I smile knowing you are grasping me too, with a pair of firm hands sliding up one leg as another pair of hands knead the other leg. I come out of my zone just a bit to try maltepe escort and figure out which pair of hands is yours. I hear you chuckle, guessing what I am trying to figure out, and I feel a surge of excitement as I suddenly understand you are still in your chair in the corner and the second pair of hands are not yours!The four hands work slowly over my body but the sensual aspect is so strong I am making light moan noises without thinking. I am not thinking. I am sinking into the cascading waves of sensual pleasure in this experience. Wordless conversation is shared by those around me and I am at a loss to who is where – except an awareness that you are still watching. There is some sort of pulsing pattern used by the two massage ther-apists with a bit of a push-pull-squeeze alternating rhythm which leads me to think they are very used to working together. I hear a gentle noise every once in a while from your chair and I wonder if you are stroking yourself, or even if you are directing them, and I love that you are watching this unfold.Every part of my body is worked with ultimate sensual flexing and kneading. I try to remain still and relaxed, but I cannot help as my body responds. My ass is raised slightly, and my legs are parted more than when I first laid down but I do not know when this happened. My skin is electrified even as their hands work the oil in all over. As fingers work closer and closer, sometimes passing over my clit, or my lower lips, or even my anus, my desire grows for more and more. On one stroke through the area, and a familiar slick sensation follows his fingers, I am predictably wet and juicy.I hear you chuckle again knowingly, and I know that you all are showing each other how wet I am.I feel a very hard cock on my skin as one of them leans in for a long slow pull on my glutes. Two hands pull my lips apart and grasp my rising buttocks. Another hand with long fingers deftly works my lips and clit and teasingly rims the opening to my canal. The pull and push along the side of my mons intensifies. One masseuse is beside me and I can feel his firm thin hands stroking my mons and inner thighs in a mesmerizing pattern. My mons is thrumming with the strokes which continue and slowly cross over to my inner lips. No more oil is needed as my own juices are plenty. With each stroke I am losing my sense of the room and going further and further into a different state of consciousness. The pace quickens and my clit is worked better than some of my own hitachi sessions.I am brought close to my edge and I don’t let go just yet. I know from experience this can go longer and be much better. Then two strong fingers slide in, and I moan as my butt rises into the air making my crotch more accessible. With the change in pattern I am brought down from the edge and I am grateful. The plunging fingers work my inner muscles with a dexterity that has me quivering. I am hungry for so much more. My masseuse knows where the hunger spots are and works them pulling and kneading until I have one of my low, slow orgasms. The kind that makes me purr and I am very pleased. I love this kind of orgasm early because it comes with lots of moisture, a heat all over, and I still have plenty left for more.After a bit of that, they slow to a stop and the lead ther-apist commands me to turn over. The face rest is now a head rest with a slightly reclined angle. They start again massaging my legs, working my stomach, and one of them works around and between my breasts. Their tandem routine has a wonderful pattern maslak escort of one using stronger pressure and the other a soft gentle massage, then switching without saying anything. The massage oil is adding to the sensation as the muscles beneath the sides of my size D breasts are kneaded with amazing skill. A cool sensation passes over my large round nipples, which causes them to tighten and rise up.One of them begins to use a finger and thumb on my nipple just as the other one starts to massage my erect clit. The electric pulse between these two nerve centers causes me to gasp in pleasure. The two of them work at these centers for a while until my next orgasm comes which they prolong through continued finger work. This is a similar orgasm to the first – another low and slow one with a bit more. I moan and gasp as this one is managed by deft fingers to be a series of waves much like the hilly part of a roller coaster that goes up and down – just perfect. This is good too, it means we are still going to continue.After a good several minutes of pulsing pleasure, I feel a solid object lightly touching my stomach and tracing my skin down my pelvis and inner thigh. My mind is not fully connected so once again it takes a minute for me to recognize the new sensation. They are using the warm stones to penetrate heat into my muscles. Rubbing the warm stones along my stomach and leg muscles which are just now loosening up. The stroking hands do not leave my body, and I am relaxing again for a little bit.Then the thinner set of fingers part my lower lips and starts stroking my clit. This movement is like a little hand job on my clit as if it was a miniature penis. My legs open more for this and my clit is rock hard, pulsing with each stroke. I whimper with the need that is building in me. The stroking motion is firm and perfect, and I buck a little as my hunger grows.The rich-voiced guy speaks out loud saying “make a selection” and I hear sounds from your direction. I become present again enough to know that you are moving to the small table and then your voice is in my ear saying “I know she will like this” and you move back to your chair. I feel a surge of wetness knowing that you are watching me cum with someone else.My legs are gently pushed apart a little more and I feel another surge of wetness as anticipation builds. I feel a smooth sensation on my clit just a little and I quiver feeling it harden. I am teased a little with gentle passes and my curiosity builds wondering what is coming. I moan, enjoying the feeling in my legs and abdomen. Then the toy begins to vibrate as it crosses my now hard clit. I cannot stop the throaty sigh that escapes. Vibrators on my clit are a weakness of mine. I arch my neck and torso in response. The larger masseuse is at my head and pushes down on my shoulders with his wonderfully large and strong hands.He starts massaging my chest muscles while the other ther-apist continues to use the vibrator on my clit and lips. I am stunned when suddenly one of my nipples is sucked into a mouth and that breast is gathered into his two large hands. My breast aches for more, but the vibrator pulls my attention at the same time. I love the competing sensations and my mental center spins with the effect. Having my head slightly tilted is a little dizzying and I moan audibly again.The juices I am producing are making delicious sounds under the vibrator and I rock my pelvis up, asking for more. I am rewarded with a finger sliding in and connecting with the sensitive nerves just mecidiyeköy escort inside of me. Thrust after thrust and my moans become higher pitched. “She wants more” I hear you say. I wonder if anyone can see in the window and what they would think.The one finger becomes two. As they rhythmically pound me, my clit is still getting the intensity of the vibrator, and my nipples are being tortured. I moan out an extended “more” and I get three long fingers, then four. The pounding action is rocking my whole torso. My g-spot is singing with each firm pass. My throat is raspy from the moaning.The head ther-apist pulls up from my breast, not letting go with his lips until my nipple pops out and I see it in my mind standing up like it’s own little tower. I am sure he is going to go for the next one, but the clit work is intense and I buck with an involuntary pelvic response to the glorious nerve center bombardment. I am gasping and grunting with each electric wave. I love this.I hear a noise and my mind slowly understands that you said something from your corner. As I manage to replay the sound in my head and figure out that you said “now,” my head is pulled back and my mouth is suddenly invaded with a hard cock.My ability to think is gone as my tongue is introduced to a delicious tasting shaft. As I roll the taste in my mouth, I moan my approval and open up for more. My mouth is filled and he rocks back and forth slowly allowing me to open further. His hands are pulling and kneading my breasts. My arms come up and while one hand grasps his cock, the other hand wraps around his hips and pulls him in for more. The vibrator is increasing and decreasing in pressure with each stroke from the lower ther-apist’s hand. Then as I am lost in all of this and cannot take any more, his hand balls up and starts twisting with each stroke.I am gone – this pulls me over and I scream onto the cock in my mouth. This orgasm rocks me and the two of them still their movements. You say “she’s not even close to done. Keep going”.You come closer now putting your hands on my chest, and the onslaught resumes. I am brought higher and higher with the pounding and vibrating and stroking. I am still moaning and screaming as I ride this. My mind screams affirmations and my guttural approval slips out past the cock in my mouth. You encourage them to keep going again and my body tightens even further. I cannot move as the more I tighten, the more intense it gets causing me to tighten even more. My fingers clench and my nails start to dig a little into skin. Your hand is strong and firm, holding my leg and keeping me from closing up.I scream as best I can with my still full mouth. I am reaching a crescendo. I hold on as long as I can.In my pussy, the hand strokes cannot continue as my clenching muscles involuntarily lock them in place. The cock stills in my mouth as my screams turn to even deeper guttural grunts and my throat tightens. He pulls out as I arch even more and comes onto my chest – swallowing at this point is impossible anyway as I don’t have control over my body. The vibrator continues on my clit with a little extra pressure, which I later realized was from you, and I am pushed over the glorious edge – finally.I relinquish myself. My voice is freed and a long, quivering guttural song is released from the inner core of my being. As I fall, the hand inside me is finally unbound from the tight clenching muscles which then push it out with pulsing squirts. The comment “intense” sneaks in through my ears from the masseuse.The post orgasmic shuddering starts and I am caressed by several hands. My orgasm is not fully gone as my body rides it down with multiple aftershocks that seem to last an eternity. You come in close to my ear and whisper – “You, are, marvelous”. I submit to the darkness and pass out. (I encourage you to leave a comment, and to interact with those who leave comments)

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