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Humiliation begins”It looks unusually small tonight darling – did you have a sneaky wank when you were in the shower?” I asked my husband, as I climbed into bed, fresh from my own shower, and nuzzled up to him, putting my head on his chest and reaching down to gently feel his turtled manhood between my thumb and forefinger.”No!” he replied indignantly. “It’s cold in here and I’ve been waiting for you for ages. What were you doing in there for so long?!””Just shaving my pussy darling – it takes a while to do it properly you know. I don’t want to miss any bits”, I said as I shut him down. He didn’t have a reply to that as he loves my pussy being clean shaven, and instead he reached under the covers and pulled up my nightie, feeling between my legs, just to make sure I wasn’t k**ding.”Get out of there!” I playfully rebuffed him, pushing away his advance. “Only boys with big cocks get to feel my pussy – yours doesn’t qualify!” He feigned indifference, and withdrew his hand.”Play with that little dick of yours for me for a moment”, I tell him. “Make it good and hard for me, there’s a good boy. You know it’s not big enough to be called a cock don’t you? It’s hardly big enough to be a penis really. It is a dick though – a very small one. Perhaps dick-let describes it better.”He should have been shocked at my tone and choice of words, and until not long ago, he would have been. Recently however, during a love making session, we had been discussing what turns us on, and trying to discover each others secret fantasies. We were both at the height of our arousals, and he confessed – not that willingly and not without some embarrassment – that he had discovered he had a fetish. One that I hadn’t heard about before, but which had evidently been coined on the internet as a small penis humiliation fetish, or SPH, for short.Apparently I had unwittingly sown the seeds for this fetish on two occasions several months earlier. Once when I let slip that one of my previous lovers was very well endowed (which my husband correctly interpreted as being much larger than his own manhood), and once when he was prancing around our flat in the nude and I playfully told him to put some clothes on and cover up his little willy, which was making even my little finger look large. I hadn’t meant to humiliate him on either occasion – they were just a passing comments.He admitted to having been instantly aroused at both these comments, though he didn’t really understand why at the time. That led him to do some ‘research’ on the internet, and surprise, surprise, this was apparently quite a new, and relatively unknown trend, which was becoming popular with guys of all sizes, and with woman who were seeking to change the power balance in their sexual relationships.I must admit I was initially quite taken aback about the admission. It went completely against the grain of the alpha male, which in almost all other aspects, my husband was. At over six feet tall, and of a muscular build with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and with a career that required him to carrying an air of authority and dominance about him, this wasn’t a fetish I ever imagined he would ever have.Whilst surprised, but not offended by it at all, my initial thoughts were that it was just a passing phase that would not last. So far though, his desires for me to point out and tease him about his shortcomings in the genitalia department had continued unabated. I was starting to learn more about what it was that turned him on about the subject, and had even began doing my own research into small penis humiliation on the internet. You could say I was fast becoming somewhat of an expert on it…Essentially SPH is a form of male sexual arousal, created by the excitement and fear of humiliation that arises when a man is being told that he is not enough of a man to satisfy his partner sexually, because of his small penis. Sometimes there are other aspects to it as well, such as a desire to be sexually submissive, to be told what to do – to be dominated – especially by someone who may not normally be the decision maker or boss in the relationship.The one thing that really surprised me though, was that many men who enjoy this form of humiliation do not necessarily have a small penis. The actual size of their cocks is largely irrelevant. The real thrill appears to be generated from either knowing or being told that there are larger cocks out there than their own, for which they must compete against or be compared with, and being humiliated or chastised for being so much smaller than their partner’s preferred ideal size, whatever that might be.It is true that one of my ex’s had a very large cock, I’d guess maybe 7 or 8 inches. It is also true that my husband’s seemed smaller than all the other cocks I had experienced in my time a– certainly when he is soft, but probably also when he is hard – though I had never felt the need to find out exactly how his penis Escort measured up to the average man’s. It honestly never bothered me; it did the job and I was very satisfied with it. It seems that men are more hung up about dick size than women are, whilst I guess women have their own insecurities which men remain completely oblivious to.I guess my vagina must have naturally contracted a little since being exclusively with my husband, and in doing so, I had mentally consigned the bigger cocks I had previously experienced to distant, lustful memories. When my husband enters me now, it still hurts if he doesn’t take it slowly, so it certainly feels big enough to satisfy me. He is also a skilled lover with his tongue and his fingers, as well as his cock – I’ve never had a more fulfilling sex life. I’ve read that one of the positive spin offs of men with small or even average sized penises is that they try harder to make up for their short comings. That’s just fine by me!However I had decided to ‘go with the flow’ and indulge him with this new fetish. As long as we were both enjoying it, and neither one of us was being hurt, I would continue with it for as long as he found it arousing. So far it had given me plenty of enjoyment, although initially I felt quite bad during the first few occasions for mocking and humiliating him the way he asked to be. I love him very much, and I don’t find the size of his penis limits our sexual satisfaction or experiences at all; I remained very content and sexually fulfilled with our sex life and our relationship in general, as was he by all accounts. The last thing I would ever want to do would be to hurt him or his feelings.After those first few humiliation sessions though, it was very clear that it gave him a huge thrill to be humiliated and shamed in this manner, and I realised that at the end of the day, it was just a game of sorts for both of us, which we could discontinue if we grew out of it.Who knows? I thought to myself at the time. I might even begin to crave being the dominant one in our sex lives, and gain the same sort of thrill as he was enjoying, but from the opposite side of this fetish of his. Little did I realise how much of an understatement this thought would later prove to be.Anyway, back to the story… nuzzling up to his neck, I whispered in his ear, “you have such a small dick you know, baby. Look at it, with your tiny little balls. It’s small enough when it’s hard. It’s ridiculous when it’s soft. I admire you for having the nerve to walk around our flat naked, when it’s so soft and small and all shrivelled up like that. Aren’t you worried about me taking a sneaky photo of it and posting it on some website about guys with small dicks, or ‘accidentally’ showing it to my girlfriends after we’ve all had a few wines?”He shrugged in mock shame, and rolled his head away to avoid eye contact. As he did so though, I felt his cock begin to swell. It’s funny how it never failed to hide what was really going on in his head. Even when he wanted to hide his arousal, eventually his penis would always give the game away.”Do you really think that your little dick can fill me up the way proper cocks do?” I continued. “It doesn’t. It’s been ages since I last had a normal sized cock in me – you know, a proper one, one that is at least average in size, one that stretches me out and leaves me all loose afterwards, confirming that I’ve just been fucked by a real man..””Do you realise that every single one of my past lovers have had cocks way bigger than yours?”, I continued.”How does it feel (when you are fucking me) to know that all the other cocks I’ve had have gone in much deeper in than you, that they have stretched me wider, and that they have touched me in places you will never be able to reach with the tip of your tiny wee one? You definitely have the smallest dick I’ve ever been fucked with, I’m afraid. In fact you have the smallest dick I have ever seen.”I wrapped my fist around it as if I was holding a joystick, squeezing it a few times and pushing it this way and that, to let him know I held and controlled his very being in the palm of my hand.”God, it’s so fucking small and pathetic when it’s inside me – it barely touches the sides of my pussy, let alone reaches the end. It’s OK for a warm up, but it leaves me with an insatiable craving for a much bigger cock afterwards.”He closed his eyes in shame, but mumbled in agreement. His small but beautiful, perfectly symmetrical and circumcised cock now stood proud and fully erect, hard and hot, pulsating in my hand, and it was clear my words were giving him his ultimate thrill.”I’m sorry baby – I’m just being honest about it, like you wanted me to. We both know you have a very small dick, and now that you have told me you actually enjoy being humiliated about it, I’ve decided not to hold back about telling you how small it is any longer, and to be more frank about it. You Escort Bayan really do have a fucking small cock.” I paused for a moment, to let my words sink in.”Do you regret ever telling me about your small penis humiliation fetish? Do you think you might have started something you can’t stop? Opened up a much bigger can of worms than you dared wish for?”He didn’t answer, but it was obvious he was thinking it through. He slowly shook his head, clearly too embarrassed to verbally admit he didn’t want this to stop.”Would you enjoy being tied up and being totally under my control? Then I could take some pics of you naked to show my friends later – you wouldn’t be able to stop me. What if I pulled out a ruler and properly measured your little dick to see just how big – or should I say small – you actually are? If you knew I might do that and find out the exact truth would you still let me tie you up, or would you actually find that a turn on? You dirty, kinky, little boy.”Without waiting for a reply, I climbed out of bed and reached underneath for the bindings that we kept hidden, but permanently attached to the legs of our bed. I secured his ankles to the foot of the bed, with his legs together, resting about a foot apart, but unable to move. He never resisted, but I knew he wouldn’t. Moving up the bed, I secured his arms at right angles to his body. Again he didn’t oppose my actions, apart from a mock show of resistance, once it was obvious that he had left it too late to escape.We had only experimented with a few bondage sessions, and all of a very tame nature previously, but on those occasions I knew that my husband liked to be tied up firmly, with no chance of being able to struggle free, to add to the reality of the situation. I therefore made sure there it would be impossible to wriggle out of the bindings, no matter how much he might try. They were clasped firmly around his ankles and wrists, so much so that they almost restricted the blood flow. No way will get out of these, I thought to myself, as I did a final check, removing some slack line from the left wrist binding.I picked up my I-phone from the bedside table. “Time for some photos of you for keepsakes little man – make sure you have your best smile on”. I saw him frown, and I knew he wasn’t comfortable with this. When I had taken photos of him naked before he had always gone back and wrestled my phone off me, deleting them, least they should make an unplanned and inopportune apearance again. This time though, the restraints would prevent him doing this, and I could take all the snaps I liked.I clicked away several photos, close up, showing his small cock in all it’s glory, and from further away, capturing the expression of his embarrassment and awkwardness, clearly the owner of the hard little penis, standing proudly in the foreground.”OK, time to save these files somewhere where you won’t find and delete them like you usually do” I said, as I created a secret folder with an unobvious file name unlikely to be discovered later and deleted by a concerned husband trying to hide the evidence of his shortcomings. “The girls will get a good giggle out of these!” I joked as I put the phone back down.”How long do you think the average penis is?” I asked him, without waiting for a reply. “Don’t worry, I’ve already googled it to find out – I knew I wouldn’t be able to trust your answer. And just how long is your little dick then? Don’t even think about exaggerating it – I already have a rough idea, I just want to hear you admit it to me.”He mumbled something inaudible. “Come on – answer me!” I ordered. “How long is that little dick of yours?””Five and a half”, he mumbled. “Five and a half?” I asked. “Well, that surprises me. That would make you just a fraction under average in length, and I think you and I both know that’s not the case – you are wayyy below average, Mr Small Cock”. Tell me about your girth then – that’s what really counts for a girl. What’s the circumference of your dick? And this time be honest, or a picture of you and your little penis will end up on the internet for everyone to see.””Umm, I think it must be about five inches” he stammered. “You think?” I said. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never measured it?” He shook his head. “Telling lies now too, are we?” I accused him. “Why do you keep a tape measure in your bedside drawer then?” I asked, as I reached over and slid open the drawer, pulling out a sewing kit tape measure. “What’s this been used for if you haven’t been measuring yourself when you’re alone? And don’t try and tell me you’ve started sewing in your spare time”. We both giggled at this. “Having a pin for a dick is about all you have got in common with sewing”, I said gravely as I returned to the task at hand.”Right, lets see what you are made of, little man”, I said, as I reached for his man hood. “Mmm, yes you are almost right about the girth, 5 inches exactly” Bayan Escort I said, as I wrapped the tape measure around his cock about half down his shaft. “But the length, mmm. Were you meaning centimetres or inches?” I mocked. I held the start of the tape measure up firmly against his pubic bone, and straightened his cock up until it was at right angles to his stomach, then measured along the top of it, right to the tip. “Let’s see now, it’s more than four but definitely less than five inches. I’d say you’re your length is officially coming in at 4.9 inches, even less than your girth. Pathetically below average on the length, and barely acceptable on the girth. Definitely below average on both counts. You officially have a small penis darling – does that make you happy?”He looked up at me, guiltily, and slowly shook his head in shame.”My husband has a very small penis”, I said, quietly, incredulously, almost as if learning this news for the first time. I paused, looked up at the ceiling dramatically. Looking back at my husband, I gave him a mischievous grin, before turning my head to face the wall adjoining our neighbours flat. I drew a breath and suddenly cried out loudly in mock frustration, “God, your cock – it’s so… fucking… tiny!”, pausing between each word for impact. I couldn’t help giggling loudly at my outburst.I had said this in a slow and deliberately loud voice, which would likely be heard by the couple in the adjoining flat, if they were in. Due to the layout of our building we hardly ever saw the couple next door except occasionally in the corridor. We didn’t know them by name and would probably even have struggled to recognise them in the street. It gave me a naughty kind of thrill to possibly be outing my husband’s small cock to people whom we knew existed just next door, but to whom in reality we knew that we would probably never have that much to do with, due to the busy lives we all lead these days. That somehow made it both exciting and OK that they may have heard my outburst through the thin walls.We knew from experience that these plasterboard walls between our flat and our adjoining neighbours wall were certainly not soundproof, as we had from time to time heard them if they were speaking more loudly than usual, and we had even heard them having loud vigorous sex on several occasions, possibly after a few too many drinks, when they were being less inhibited than usual. We therefore normally made an extra effort to keep the noise down when we were in bed together. Tonight though, was different…If they were home tonight, they would almost undoubtedly have heard my slow deliberate words; ‘God, your cock – it’s so – fucking- tiny’, as well as my loud giggle, and would know who it was that I was referring to.My husband squirmed with fear and embarrassment. It was one thing for me to know his secrets, but I knew it would be pushing his boundaries for anyone else to know about them – this one in particular.”Does it scare you, or does it turn you on to know that I’m now aware of exactly how small your pathetic little penis is? That your ‘little’ secret is now finally out and officially known? Are you perhaps just a little scared now that I know your exact measurements, that I might tell someone how small it really is?” I continued.”It’s less than five inches long,” I said in a high pitched, girly voice, pretending to have a conversation with a girlfriend. “Can you believe that? He tries to fuck me with his little dick, but it’s just not long enough. After he’s finished and lying there all sleepy, I have to pull out a dildo and finish the job myself, like a proper man with a normal sized cock would have done”, I giggled.Do you trust me not to tell any of my girlfriends about how small it is? Girls often talk about these things. Don’t worry about it though. They will know to keep it to themselves if I tell them about yours – it’s what we girls do, we share our deepest, sometimes darkest, secrets with each other all the time.”I paused to let him think. “What – you don’t like that idea?” I asked. “You want me to burden myself with keeping your little penis a secret? Mmm… I’m not sure I can – it’s something that always comes up in the conversation with us girls at some stage. We don’t like to keep things from each other, especially when it comes to talking about sex!”I bit my lower lip guiltily and looked away – the last couple of statements were just a little too close to the truth, and I knew I had recently overstepped the mark during a conversation with a close friend. Hopefully though nothing further would come of that and she may have even forgotten about it. Yeah right…!He looked genuinely concerned as he took in my body language, and noticed my lack of eye contact. I wondered for a moment if I had pushed him too far out of his comfort zone, but his cock indicated that he was still very aroused, and so I continued.”I’ve been thinking and I’ve decided that I need to get some new love toys to help satisfy me, seeing as you are too small to. Would you want to watch me use them? Would you want to use them on me? Will you be surprised that the ones I choose will be much larger than you?”

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Big Daddy TomCraig’s Dad Tom: part two of a multipart story.Friday. Well it’s time to meet Craig’s dad he’d given him my contact number a couple of days earlier and it didn’t take him long to get all horned up and contact me, after the call he sent me a current photo of himself by text, it was only a selfie but I still had a wank over it. He organised a night out for Friday, a drink at a pub followed by a meal at a restaurant across the road. I’d never really been on a date night before especially one that included a visit to a restaurant. Well Friday came I finished work an hour early just to make sure I was in tip top condition for the date. Tom text me thirty minutes before I arrive to tell me where in the pub to find him, his actual words were look for the bloke you think has the biggest cock. It was still pretty early and it should be to busy. I entered the pub and looked around, oh fuck there was a massive bloke sat in a quiet alcove in the corner, I approached him and introduced myself. Tom stood up, fuck he was big, I’d say about 6.7 and very broad, the first thing the got my attention though was his blue eyes and short cropped beard and hair, he looked very hansom and was extremely well dressed, he asked me what I’d like to drink then went off to the bar, I couldn’t take my eyes off him the man was huge.Tom sat down and asked me if I approved, I replied, your a very handsome man, no Tom your absolutely fucking gorgeous. I asked Tom if he was all in proportion, he laughs and said “I fucking wish”. Then Tom said to me “I know your all in proportion”, oh Craig sent you the picture then, he smile and nodded. I thanked him for the picture of himself that he text me, I told him that I’ve already had a couple of wanks over it. Tom replied that’s fine son I’ve been a bit of a chronic masturbator over the past few years.I did ask him about Craig and how strange it was having sex with a father and son, Tom laugh’s, he’s not my son he’s an employee, they all call me dad at work because I call everyone son. I’ve known Craig about ten years since I employed him, we occasionally have the odd wank together and that’s usually after we’ve been to the pub and had a couple. It was a bit of harmless fun we use to have together before he got married. Tom went on, I suppose he told you about him catching me with another man, yeah he did Tom. He seen quiet concerned you were lonely, nice bloke Craig is, always thinking about me. So what did you two get up the other day, I explained that I picked him up at a cottage and we went and had sex in the back of my van, it was just a quickie,, we had a bit of cock play and then I rode his cock for fifteen minutes or so until he shot his load in me, Toms lifted his eyebrows in surprise and replied that he didn’t think Craig was that far into men, I thought he just like a quick wank. Well I didn’t really give him the opting Tom, I thought he looked a bit inexperienced and when he laid on his back naked I just straddled his waist and sat on his cock. At that point Tom started to relax he sat back undid his jacket and spread his legs apart, it was like he was opening up to me. He started to rub his big round belly, it really aroused me. We talked for further hour or so, kind of getting to know you session after we which drank up and went for the meal at the restaurant. The conversation carried on where we left off in the pub. He did remark on the age gap and he found it a bit disconcerting that a twenty three year old would date a sixty year old. Well Tom I prefer older mature men that look masculine. If your wondering about Craig, I also like chubby men. Tom ask if I wanted to stay the night at his place, I agreed and said only if you treat me gently, after the meal I insisted that I paid the bill, OK he said I’ll pay the taxi fare, I didn’t want him to think I was there to sponge off him and that I was genuine. We got a taxi back to Toms place as soon as the door shut he put his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead, he took me into his lounge ask me to make myself at home while he made us both a coffee, we sat and talked some more, I asked him if he had any fantasies or anything he’d like to do, he mentioned he’d like to have shower with me, oh like in the porn films I replied, that sounds good, he asked me the same question, well really I just like you to make passionate love to me and that we both enjoy it.We went up to the bedroom to strip off for our porn shower, Tom started on me by first removing my shirt he caressed and stroked my soft white skin. He carried on and took my trousers off, it was quiet obvious that my cock was fully hard, Tom pulled my briefs down and my cock popped out and slapped my abdomen, Tom stood back “what a fucking b**st you got there” he took it in his hand and gently squeezed it, he dropped to his knees and rubbed it around his short stubby hair beard, that made my balls tingle.I started to strip Tom, I went for his trousers first as I wanted see what kind of cock he had, you could say I was a bit cock hungry by this point. I pulled his trousers down to Escort reveal his red lacey briefs, I could see his limp cock pinned to the side and his large tight balls bulging out, Tom had shaved them, he commented that he did that specially for me and asked me if I liked it, I slipped them down and took his cock in my mouth and suck his foreskin back, Tom rubbed my head as I enjoyed his cock feast, his limp cock filled my mouth, I stayed down there for a good few minutes sucking and caressing his balls, by the time I’d finished Tom’s cock was solid. He had a nice perfectly formed cock, about five inches and fatter than the average, his bell end was cone shaped a perfect shape for penetrating my tight arse. Tom warned me at that point that he was a heavy cummer and that his spunk was really thick. I didn’t pay much attention to him as I was enjoying licking his pre cum off his bell end.I removed Tom’s shirt, Tom hand a large firm upper body with large biceps (like he worked out) he had a tattoo on both arms, his thick grey hair covered his chest. He did have a bit of a pot belly but I like this in a man as his belly can pin me down while he’s fucking me.We got under the shower and Tom soaped me up and I did the same to him, I still felt quiet nervous and Tom noticed he stood behind me hooked his arms over my shoulders and hugged me, I could feel his hard cock in-between my thighs, he started to slowly thrust his hips it felt fantastic, he started to do some mouth work on my neck and the lobes of my ears while he played with my nipples, I was in absolute ecstasy. I reached around to his cock and felt his warm tight balls. He whispered compliment into my ear and asked if I could stay for the weekend, I didn’t hesitate to say I’d stay, this was only the start and I already thought this was the best experience I’ve ever had, this weekend was truly going to be a memorable one.Tom asked me to put his arms around his neck, he then leant forward and with both hands he grasped my arse cheeks and lifted me up to just above his waist, I could feel him slightly moving his hips, he turned around so he could see my back in the mirror and man and direct his cock into my hole, his strength amazed me, I’d never seen this done before not even in porn films, his cock penetrated my arse he started to fuck me, he stood side on to the mirror so I could see him thrusting his hips, oh this was fucking incredible, I looked small compared to his large powerfull body. We moved into the bedroom Tom put some soft music on then laid on the bed, he open his arms and beckon me over, he hugged me and kissed my forehead, he ran his hands all over my upper body finishing at my nipples which he stroked until they were erect, it sent a tingle down my spine.Tom started to spoon me, he pushed his cock in-between my legs and very slowly thrust his hips, this felt like a prelude to the main event, I just laid there and enjoyed what he was doing to me. He guided his hard cock to my hole, I could feel his finger trying to locate it, I gave him a hand and directed his cock to the bulls eye, he pushed it in and I felt his bell end pop through the rim of my arse at which point he asked me if I was OK, he very slowly pushed his whole shaft in. I could feel his warm ball end as it travel down, he paused again and let out a loud Ahhhhh, he continued this at every thrust, it felt good and I didn’t want it to stop, he whispered are you enjoying this, I replied keep going it feels great. He kissed my neck and earlobe, his hand reach around and started squeezing my nipples, no I was in complete ecstasy and started let out some satisfying moans.Tom asked me if there was any position I’d like to do, I replied no, you pick your favourite positions Tom, he carried slowly thrusting his hips for a few more minutes, he the rolled me onto my stomach, this full weight was on me, his belly had me pinned down he lubed his cock up a reinserted it, he rubbed the side of his face again mine, he increase his rhythm slightly but still he moaned Ahhhhh at every thrust, he put both hands to the side of me and lifted his upper body off me, he again increased his rhythm to about one trust per second, I felt like I was about to cum, but I’ll hold it back until he cums. Tom couldn’t keep up with this rhythm for to long, he paused and sat beside me, he put some lube on my rim and started to finger me while wanking his own cock, when he finished the arse play he rolled me onto my back, he spread my legs and knelt in-between them, he pulled me closer and then folded my legs back and pushed them to the side, he took his position and slipped his cock back in me, he leant forward and put his hands by my side and started to fuck me, this time it was harder and faster, his moans got louder, he would slow down a bit then speed up, he started to wank me off, I’m cumin I’m cumin he said, and a dozen or so thrusts later he let out an extremely loud Ahhhhhh and he injected his first bit of spunk, he gave me another 3 thrusts to dispense his full load into me, at the second, third and forth thrust Escort Bayan I could feel his spunk shooting out my arse and dribbling down my back, he left his cock in me while he wanked me off, it didn’t take long for me to shoot, I told him I was about to cum, he wanked me with one hand and put the other over my bell end, I shot all my spunk into his hand after which he lifted it to his mouth and licked it out of his hand. Tom remarked that there’s now a little bit of me in you and a bit of you in me.After that we went back to the shower to clean up, we didn’t really have any choice we were both covered in Tom’s spunk, we had a bit of a laugh about it. We both got into the shower and cleaned each other up, we had a bit of fun in the shower after which we retired for the night and I fell to sleep in Tom’s arms.Saturday MorningTom woke up and started to stroke my face, I opened my eyes to see Tom smiling he asked me if I’d like some breakfast, yes please tom but not to much, he left me one of his bathrobes at the bottom of the bed, I’ll give you a shout when it’s ready. He’d had a phone call from Craig saying that he would be joining us shortly. Tom remarked that he only lives five minutes away and he still drives here, he usually pops in for breakfast and a chat on a Saturday and it usually leads to the pub in the afternoon. Craig arrived not long after and joins us for breakfast. Alright all, did you pair have a good sleep last night, with a big grin on his face. Tom is up and about and cannot do enough for us were all get chatting and Tom makes a suggestion, listen to this he says, Do you know how last night you asked me what my fantasies are, well I’ve have a new one. Tom paused and Craig chirp up, come on the tell us, I like us to go to the gym room and I’d like to see you two going at it while I watch. Craig and me both looked at each other and Craig replied I’m up for it, I replied, yeah should be good Craig’s in his jogging bottoms anyway. Tom smiled and did a drum roll on the table with his knife and fork. We’ll that’s the morning sorted Tom said with a big smile across his face.Tom had a gym at the bottom of the garden, we sat around for an hour or so before making our way to the bottom of the garden, Tom unlock the door and went in first, he took his bathrobe off and hung it up, he had the same red lacy briefs on that he’d worn was last night, Not only that he also had suspenders and tights on, he slipped a pair of stiletto shoes on and picked up a riding crop. I think Tom was playing a kind of dominatrix, he order us both to strip down to our pants with a crack of his crop on the table, we both stood in our briefs, Tom came around and inspected us, he stood directly in front of us and slipped his left hand down my pants and his right one down Craig’s. In a loud voice he said, now I want you both to fuck each other with these but before that, get into the shower an both of you clean yourselves up, shave you pubic hair then make out with each other.Tom sat down and watched while wanking his cock, we both followed Toms orders to the letter , we both started to laugh and Tom whacked us both on the arse with his crop. So we carried on and had a shower together and we were both hard, which actually made it easier to shave our pubes. We started some passionate kissing under the flow of the water. Tom walked towards us and started to feel our cocks and arses, Tom ordered me to finger Craig’s arse, he made Craig turn with his back to me and put his hands against the wall (By this point we were out of the shower). I slide my hand down Craig’s arse crack and carried out Toms orders, Tom asked Craig if he’d ever had a cock up there, No Tom, he said, but my wife has used her dildo on my arse, well your gonna get a proper cock up there in the next hour or so. Do you want his cock up you, Tom said, its a bit big, Craig replied, Tom squeezed his own cock and said I’ll use this to open you up a bit.Thinking about this now, at the time I would have thought this would have been a bit perverse, but it was actually quiet good fun. Tom’s hardly used his gym to work out he mainly used it for sex, he told me later that over the years he’s had quiet a few men that use to call on a regular basis one of which was Dave, the bloke that Craig caught Tom fucking. We’ll here more about Dave later. So the moral of this is don’t knock it until you try it.Next Scene Tom instructed both of us to bend over the cube (the cube was a large square wooden box about waist height and covered in carpet). He stood in-between us and rubbed our arse cheeks for a minute or two. He asked us a question, what am I going to do next boys, Craig shouted, fuck us, Tom replied, you would love that wouldn’t you , you little whore. At same time I felt Toms finger penetrate my hole, he was fingering both off us at the same time, this is prep work for when you fuck each other, he removed his fingers and relubed and reinserted them, you two like this , Oh that’s nice said Craig, I replied deeper Tom deeper. Are you two ready, yes came the reply from Bayan Escort both of us. Well who’s going to fuck who first, I volunteered first, Tom pulled out a soft mat, get on your back with your legs in the air, now watch me Craig, Tom took his position to show Craig what to do, he pushed my legs back and Inserted his cock in my arse, Tom smiled at me and thrust his hips a few times, leant kissed me on my lips, Craig took the position that Tom showed him, he inserted his cock and started to fuck me, he was powerful on the thrusts, he got quicker and harder, Tom was on his knees at the side of us watching, Craig increase his intensity, he started sweating, tell me when your close Craig, with in a minute Craig shouted I’m cumin I’m cumin, Tom started to finger Craig’s arse as he climaxed.On your back Tom said to Craig, the poor sod was still out of breath, Craig got in position and lifted his leg, his big white arse looked gorgeous, I put plenty of lube on my cock, and fingered his arse for a few minutes relubing my fingers regularly, to be fair on Craig his hole looked like he would have any problems taking my dick, I eased my cock into his arse gently, Craig pulled his legs back even more, I made one hard thrust and Craig’s arse took my full length, he let out a very loud fuckin hell, I did a few more thrust to see if it bothered him, it didn’t seem to but the sweat was pouring streaming off his belly and onto his chest, I looked into Craig’s eyes as I started to pound him harder, that feels fucking great Craig are you sure you’ve never had a cock up here, Craig clench his eyes as I continued to pound him, I reached down to his chest and squeezed his nipple, I was getting a bit fatigued so I increased my speed, I repeated what Craig said as I was about to cum, Tom quickly stuck his finger up my arse , as soon as he penetrated me I shot my load, Fucking brilliant Tom said, now both of you lay next to each other on the may I’m gonna cum over you both.Tom stood up put one foot between my legs and one between Craig, I watched while he wanked his cock, his whole body from this position looked fantastic I felt like sitting up so he could shoot his load in my mouth. Toms legs started to shake his pre cum was dripping from his cock and his moans grew louder, Tom waned us when he came, his spunk oozing out off his cock dripped on my chest, he turned to Craig and his second squirt dribbled on Craig’s belly. Well we wrapped the session up by another Porn shower with lots of cock play and kissing.Saturday AfternoonWell as Tom and Craig had a tradition of occasionally going to the pub on a Saturday afternoon we all finish up at the pub for a meal and a few drinks, Craig went after the meal that gave me and Tom to talk about last night, I asked Tom if he enjoyed it, he replied I certainly did I’ve not felt like that since I met my wife, I asked Tom what happened, well the bitch left with my business partner not that I was interested in her sexually at the time I always like a bit of cock but had to resort to porn. When she left I just seemed to preferer the company of men and it was only a couple of years after that Craig caught me fucking Dave, I had picked Dave up at the cottage and brought him home on a Saturday, Craig called in as he usually does or he text me if he cant make it and caught me giving Dave one on the sofa, I heard him come in and thought fuck, I with drew my cock from Dave’s arse and stood up and that’s when Craig walked in, I was stark bollock naked with a rock solid hard on and Dave was on the sofa with his legs in the air begging me to fuck him, you couldn’t write that shit. I gave Craig a ring to explain and he came around and I told him everything, then he admitted that he was bi and asked me for advice on where he could pick men up from, typical Craig. Wait for this bit said Tom, we hugged each other and Craig said can you finish me off, I thought FFS he undid his trousers, got his cock out and I wanked him off.Anyways that made everything crystal clear, just one thing Tom, what happened to Dave, Oh he lives on the next road, I never new him, I picked him up in a cottage, you’d like him, he’s about Craig’s size but a bit fatter, fully tattooed, big cock and bollocks and he loves to be fucked. He usually gets away from his wife by telling her he’s coming around to watch a football match. Not seen him for a couple of months, I’ll give him a ring and organise a night in the week, i can fuck him then you can fuck him It’ll be a bit of fun with him. Usually give him a couple of drinks first, loosens him up. Well that was enough of the inquisition I put Tom through for 10 minutes or so. Well Tom that was a fantastic night and morning we had, I’ve never experience anything like that before your a very sensitive lover, Tom replied, I pushed it a bit this morning though, It was fun Tom and me and Craig enjoyed it. So what about this afternoon, I said, Tom replied I think we need some down time, I usually have a little sleep on the sofa on a Saturday afternoon If you want to join me, love to Tom, it’ll be nice to rest my head on your cuddly belly, oh we need to stop off at my flat and get a change of cloths.So I ended up staying at Toms for the weekend, we’ve got Saturday night and Sunday left. That will be in Part 3 and we have another special guest.

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THE FACILITATOR (A LESBIAN TALE)- PART 2THE FACILITATOR (A LESBIAN TALE)- PART 2ALL THAT JAZZAfter a nigh of sex in a hotel room, Jasmine was just about to go to bed when the phone rang. Helen was at the other end and wanted to talk to her about an assignment. Jasmine knew Helen since she had used her services before. A VP of a large real estate company, Helen was in a high income-bracket, a high stress situation and contacts with some pretty powerful and secretive lesbians. She talked to Jasmine about Tina, a well-known jazz signer who was exercising at the same women-only gym in town. “People in the know tell me she’s a lesbian to boot. Then I go on the Internet and there is nothing to suggest she’s gay. Ok she’s black and may not be into white girls. I can understand that”, said Helen quickly before Jasmine could put in a word edgewise.“Did you talk to her at the gyn ? “ asked Jasmine when Helen finally stopped talking.“No…I didn’t….I was just speechless…and she didn’t even look at me”, answered Helen“The only way I am going to find out anything is by making a pass at her at the gym. Are you ok with that ?”, said Jasmine“Sure…well..I guess so”, stuttered Helen“My God, are you in love with her or do you just want to fuck her ?”, asked Jasmine who was beginning to lose her patience.“Well I do like her as an artist and I think she’s very beautiful and …yes I would want to fuck her”, admitted Helen“I just wanted to warn you that if I get to first base with her…I might get to home plate also”, said Jasmine“Ok ok…God I’m already jealous…sorry…do what you have to do to find out if she is lesbo and if she likes white girls”, said Helen who had regained her composure. ‘I’ll get back to you”, said Jasmine who just wanted to go to bed …alone !—————————————————————————————————————————————————–After buying a day-pass at the gym, Jasmine dropped her bag next to her locker and changed into her gym clothes. She saw no one. She knew the owner and had warned her about what she was there for. The owner had told her she had seen Tina a few times around 3PM when few people were there. Helen had told her the same.If she came out empty, at least she would have exercised. She walked to the treadmill which was the only piece of equipment she knew how to handle. There were six treadmills and she gasped as the far one was being used by Tina. Jasmine made her way to the second machine, leaving one between her and Tina. The singer didn’t even look at her. Jasmine quietly pushed a button which had the moving carpet go forwards instead of backwards. She had done this trick many times in gyms. When she turned it on, of course, it made her fall back on her ass. Jasmine pretended to be stunned but not seriously hurt as Tina was all over her, helping her up and bringing her to a chair. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your exercise”, Jasmine apologized, “I’ll be ok. I should have checked the direction before I turned it on”. “Oh my God, you could have really hurt yourself”, said Tina who had put Jasmine’s arm around her shoulder to get her to the chair. Jasmine let her arm linger a few minutes on Tina’s shoulder without any movement from Tina. Tina sat next to Jasmine and began some chit chat. Tina asked her what she did, and Jasmine come out with one of her favorite stories.“Actually, I write guidebooks for different cities. I hope this doesn’t shock you, but I write guidebooks describing the different cruising areas, clubs, gyms, movie houses, for …lesbians. Tina looked at her in the eye and smiled. “These are very useful guides”, she said, ”Do you think this gym is a good cruising spot ?”.“I don’t really know since I just got here and fell on my ass, so I have begun my investigation yet”, answered Jasmine who was happy she got Tina laughing. “If you could give me your opinion, it would be great…but I don’t even know if you’re…you know…”, stuttered Jasmine. “A lesbian”, completed Tina. “Right”, acknowledged Jasmine.Jasmine never really knew for sure if Tina had believed her story or if she just went along with her seduction dance, but one thing is sure is that Tina was horny.As Jasmine showed she could walk, Tina suggested they quietly go to her place. Tina’s enthusiasm probably surprises the reader, but one must remember that Jasmine is a tall and very beautiful woman who would attract any lesbian. Tina was Escort also beautiful but shorter and with smaller tits. On the other hand, her bubble ass was a legend among jazz musicians. It was the meeting of two horny lesbians bursting with extras that would bait anyone. It was obvious that Tina didn’t want to engage in anything sexual when she was in the gym. Jasmine learned that the singer was not out of the closet and was very discreet. Maybe she thought Jasmine was harmless since she didn’t know who she was and was just passing through. In Tina’s car, she asked Jasmine if she knew who she was. The blank look in Jasmine’s eyes told her she didn’t. “ I’m sorry, you must be somebody well-known but in a field, I don’t know anything about”, apologized Jasmine“Don’t worry but I won’t tell you what I do. I am still in the closet and want to remain that way until further notice”, said Tina.Well that was clear enough and that answered Helen’s question. Yes, she is a lesbian but she doesn’t want to go near you because you’ll give out her secret. So much for getting any money out of this client. At least Jasmine knew she would have some fun with the gorgeous black babe.————————————————————————————————————————————The two women started kissing and undressing as they made their way to the bedroom upstairs. The house was small but very beautiful and full of artwork . One could have followed the women by following the clothes on the floor. Jasmine thought that Tina was one of the horniest lesbians she had seen in a long time. The two women were minutes away from a first orgasm and Jasmine knew from Tina’s movements and hands that she was very experienced. Their hand went to each other’s cunt as they settled face to face but sideways. They tongue-kissed until they ran out of oxygen. Fingers were busy with the cunt hole and then with the clit. Tina was shaved which didn’t really mean anything, but Jasmine figured her playmate was a butch. A very feminine one, but a butch, nevertheless. The lesbians brought each other to their first orgasm rather easily. Tummies and thighs were already covered in cunt juices.“Let’s eat”, suggested the black girlEven in a 69, Tina wanted to be on top. That suited Jasmine just fine as had a great view of Tina’s ass and hole. It was an easy lick for the white girl since she was facing a hairless cunt. She sucked on the red lips and reached the singer’s surprisingly large clit by extending her long tongue. Both lesbians decided, without a word, to come by sucking their cunt hole. Only experienced lovers can do that. Jasmine could feel her lust level rise by the minute. Finally, Tina exploded in Jasmine’s face and mouth which triggered Jasmine’s orgasm which nearly drowned the singer by directing her jet flow right into her mouth. The lovers untangled slowly, their bodies shining with sweat and cunt juice. Even Tina’s frizzy hair was partly sticking to her scalp. They went back to their original position, sideways face to face. They chatted, kissed, exchanged dirty words, and slowly began to touch each other again. Jasmine asked Tina if she could lick her beautiful ass. Tina wasn’t so keen since she hadn’t had a shower, but Jasmine insisted and got permission. Jasmine dove in between the two globes and reached the tasty hole. Tina moaned as her lover penetrated her ass with her tongue. Jasmine was an expert and loved asslicking. Tina moved her cunt against the sheet as Jasmine’s tongue poked at her furiously. Jasmine stopped when she was quite sure Tina had come once again. The two lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms for a few hours. When Jasmine woke up, Tina was in the shower. She left her a note about meeting her again at the gym and took leave. She didn’t want Tina to discover that her story wasn’t true and the prospect of meeting her by accident in the city was slim.She phoned Helen and told her the bad news. At least Helen knew it wasn’t because of her skin colour or her looks, it was because Tina was afraid of anyone who could undercover her sexual preferences. She wasn’t ready to come out of the closet.—————————————————————————————————————————————THE HOOKER-LOVER“She’s cheating on me”, cried the woman on the phone“Ok…calm down….if you want to know who she is seeing…hire Escort Bayan a private investigator”, answered Jasmine“She is seeing hookers”, answered the woman fighting back tears.“Oh…ok…straight hookers ? Lesbian hookers ?…”, asked Jasmine who certainly knew the field“Lesbian hookers … but I’m not sure. I showed a photograph to some but they either want money to answer or they don’t want to identify her with any certainty”, answered the woman who continued sniffingJasmine arranged a meeting with the woman in a downtown restaurant, hoping she wouldn’t burst into tears.Her customer, so to speak, looked like the average mother of three from the suburbs. She was a middle-age secretary working for a law firm while her companion was a restaurant cook (she said “chef”) who worked long hours and came home late. Jasmine saw some pictures; some were studio shots while others were more relaxed and taken around the house. She didn’t have any nude ones. The guilty party was about 45 with short black hair, a nice face, what looked like small tits, and her ass was always invisible in the picture. She wasn’t a knock-out but not ugly either. Why did she used hookers ? The companion was mute on the subject. They had been together 15 years. The sex was very ordinary and infrequent. Jasmine took on the project and would report to Nicole, the cheated-on partner. Jasmine’s first assignment was to identify what type of hookers Rachel was using. Of course, the ladies would not talk to Nicole, but Jasmine still knew a few in the various categories and started the rounds. The good-looking middle-age hotel hookers were not guilty. Jasmine talked to a few Internet lesbians and they didn’t know Rachel. The club hookers were not tolerated anymore inside the clubs. They hung around at the exit doors sometimes for hours before getting a Jane. Everything pointed to the street and back-alley hookers. She knew nobody of that group would talk, they constantly lived in fear of jealous husbands, jealous lesbians, cops, etc… Jasmine headed for Rachel’s restaurant just before closing. She waited patiently in her car. Rachel came out the front door and locked it. Her car was in the parking lot nearby. It was midnight on a Saturday. She got into the car and slowly turned towards the hot district rather than the suburbs where she lived. Jasmine followed her. The lesbian hookers hung out about 10 minutes from the restaurant. Jasmine slowed down as she watched Rachel cruise by a few girls at the corner of the street. They were straight. She drove further and slowly turned into an alley which was known as “dyke alley”. A lot of lesbian clubs had an exit on the alley, as did some massage parlours, women-only gyms, and bars. Jasmine parked and ran to the alley just in time to see a woman get into Rachel’s car. So that was her pick-up spot. Jasmine had kept some of her “trade” clothes. They sometimes came in handy. Nicole had told her that Rachel always came in very late on Saturdays because the restaurant was open until midnight (which wasn’t really true; it was open until 11:30). Jasmine figured Rachel was doing a hooker every Saturday night after work. She just had to make sure she was the one who got picked up. Jasmine had been in the trade a long time when she was younger. The girls had changed but she was still very well known and respected. She had connections and could warn girls when a raid was imminent or would pay bail money for girls she knew. At 11 PM Jasmine went around the area where Rachel had done her pick-up and talked to the girls. She distributed a few bills and some hugs (and received invitations for lunch…of a special kind). At midnight, she was in position and the few girls around her were ready to let her have that Jane. Rachel’s car appeared at midnight right on the dot. The car stopped in front of Jasmine who wore a very attractive short tight skirt and a blouse which supported her tits and showed them at the same time. “Hi sweetie”, said Rachel as she lowered the window“Hi cutie”, answered Jasmine“Usual rate for a ride ?”, asked Rachel“Yes ma’am “, answered JasmineJasmine got into the car and immediately her left thigh was the object of Rachel’s attention. Rachel wondered why she hadn’t seen her before. Jasmine made up a story about working in a different city for awhile. Rachel was squeezing Jasmine’s thigh and her hand was moving towards the cloth-covered crotch. Jasmine Bayan Escort joined the little game and her hand pushed up Rachel’s skirt until her thong showed. “You’re a horny little dyke, aren’t you Annie ?” said Rachel in a throaty voice.“How did you know my name was Annie ?”, asked Jasmine sensing she was getting some answers for her client. “We know each other….don’t tell me you don’t remember me…I know your sister Nicole”, whispered Rachel“Oh yes…of course…how can I forget ?”, smiled Jasmine, her hand touching the driver’s warm nylon-covered cunt.Rachel drove to the nearby beach. It was deserted except for the part where it becomes covered in long grass.Three cars were parked there, leaving about 20 feet between each one. It was a well-known make-out area and a favorite peeking spot for voyeurs.Rachel parked and put the handbrake. Jasmine had been here many times but years ago. It was a very unromantic walk through memory lane. The two women quickly went out the front doors and in the back doors and locked all of them. Jasmine knew the drill. Rachel took off her glasses and put them in her handbag which she slipped underneath the front seat. No point in showing these things to possible peekers. Jasmine had taken off her blouse and her tits were in full view. Rachel slipped off her thong and unhooked her bra which she put on the front seat. Jasmine had no panties and kept her skirt on.Jasmine figured Rachel went for half-dressed sex and she was right. The restaurant cook jumped Jasmine and shoes fell off as the two women kissed and grabbed boobs. Rachel was the aggressor. She pulled Jasmine’s skirt up with both hands and inhaled the hooker’s wet cunt smell. Jasmine felt Rachel’s mouth on her shaved cunt. Rachel was good. She sucked lips then clit, licking the piss hole in the process. “Give me your cunt, baby”, cried Jasmine who was really getting into this.Rachel raised her skirt and pivoted around to that her cunt was on Jasmine’s face. Jasmine went at it with gusto. It was then that the first flashlights were turned on by the voyeurs and the beams of light moved from one half-naked woman to the other. Jasmine could just imagine the men around the car jerking off in solo or duets. The attention from outside didn’t keep the lesbians from squirting in each other’s face. In the tussle trying to get back face to face, Rachel buried her face between Jasmine’s beautiful buttocks. “Ahhhhhhhhhh…..”, moaned Jasmine who was appreciating her partner more and more. Jasmine didn’t have to beg. Rachel got into position as the beams of light focused on her ass. Jasmine dove into it, tongue first. That must have been a favorite scene for the men coming in the high grass. Jasmine had a good lick before Rachel turned around and got on top of her lover. Jasmine knew Rachel was a butch to boot and she played bitch as well as she could. Rachel positioned herself so that her cunt fitted right on top of Jasmine’s who had crossed her legs around her partner’s waist. The lesbians kissed deeply as Rachel started to move her hips slowly. Flashlights got busy again as another wave of voyeurs found the “lesbian fuck” car. It was also time for Rachel to talk to a very willing listener. “Oh fuck…Annie….you’re the best…”, moaned Rachel“Do you fuck Nicole ?”, risked Jasmine“Sometimes…but I prefer fucking you”, answered Rachel, “Do you and Nicole do it ?”That took Jasmine off guard, and she waited before she answered, which was smart since the answer came from Rachel herself.“ Nicole tells me you two eat each other often but that your mother caught you once”, Rachel said quickly“Yeah…she did…she was not pleased”, added Jasmine, relieved.The two women stopped talking as the two clits touched. Both moved to improve contact and opened their mouth as their orgasm swept over them. The women dressed and climbed back into the front seat instead of going outside, in case the voyeurs were still there. Rachel dropped Jasmine in the alley. Jasmine promised to watch out for her the following week. ———————————————————————————————————————-Jasmine and Annie met again but in Jasmine’s apartment. She reported the conversation she had had with Rachel. Annie was not totally surprised but grateful to Jasmine for finding out the truth. “I think I’ll speak with Nicole and maybe invite her to the house”, smiled Annie“Ah…yes…that may help clear the air”, acknowledged Jasmine“So you had sex with my partner ?”, asked Annie“Ah ..yes…I kinda had to in the course of my investigation”, stuttered JasmineThe two lesbians continued chatting as they walked upstairs to the bedroom. THE END

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For The Love Of An ‘A’For The Love Of An ‘A’By: Londebaaz ChohanCouple of days off from school is great, although being sick and I mean really sick was a big price to pay. I remember suffering from a whole day of ratcheting feeling of nausea and throwing up. A stomachache and low grade fever for 3—4 days and a whole lot of the shebang of different medications kept me away from school but the worst was when I was told that I shall have to take the Sociology test that I had missed within the next 2 weeks as a must. I shall not take Sociology as one of the subject to pass, if it was not compulsory. No specific reason but I just hated the subject. I know, I might have not realized the true applications of all those assignments and projects along with the project reports and always suggesting some new community projects that sociology groups could accomplish. Anyhow, long story short; now I had to take the test as a must. I growled with much more disparaging sound than I ever did going to the Sociology class because this was a test and no less, it was after the school, while everybody else was gone and I was here for this painful affair.Now for all fairness, I must confess that my Sociology teacher, Mr. Levy was the only one good thing about this class. O’ hell no, I am not gay but I am also not a homophobe. Mr. Levy had been in the navy as well before being a teacher here but only for a very short tenure. He was very young but looked even younger than his age of 26. He had a strong muscular body and looked a hot stud. I am not saying that Mr. Levy was a gay nor I had any hunch but still he was a big dirty fantasy for me and I had never had any gay fantasies or I should say, I never had a dirty fantasy about any boy in my class or any other teacher of mine other than Mr. Levy. This was still no help to feel better about taking the test and especially after the school hours.“Hello Chuck, I am glad you are not late”. Mr. Levy had a very certified and compulsive voice which was another turn on for me about Mr. Levy. He was also very professional in his dressing, which was always a nice suit, a white or a light blue dress shirt, tie and matching socks and always a dress shoes. I only remember, just being pleasant in my hello back response but nothing far too good than a grumble still. Mr. Levy looked at me, saying; “We are only two here. Let us walk to my office and I shall mark some papers, while you take the test”. He unlocked his room and gestured me to take the seat across the big mahogany desk. He took the chair, handing me the test and the answer sheet. It must be no more than 10 minutes and I realized that I had skipped about half the questions or even more because, I did not know the answers, thanks to my zero interest in the subject. Most of my grades were good and this would certainly drag me in a hole, I thought before handing back the answer sheet to him. I was almost certain that I might be detained for another year in my senior year at school because I knew, I was failing in this subject very badly. I did not need the good grades in this test but at least an ‘A’ if not better. Mr. Levy was busy, marking the papers with his head down, as I stood up in front of him. He did not utter a word but his eyes were speaking so loud that I just could not stay silent and said, “Sir, I am done already”.“Done”? He looked at me and I don’t know if he was shocked as in surprise or enraged in anger. O’ fuck! I was already out of breath. “Mr. Levy sir, is there something that I can do for some extra points on this test”. I appealed, knowing full well of asking for something that Escort was not possible. Mr. Levy was known to be very strict and never gave extra credits. He roared back at me. “Extra credits! for what”? I knew, my asking was almost ridiculous but his response was much harsher as well.“Anything, sir, I shall do anything”. I did not mean to say but I have no clue, why those words came out of my mouth. “What do you mean, anything”. Mr. Levy was still soar.“Sir, I shall wash your car every day for the whole year, I shall come to your home and mow your lawn for the coming season, if I knew where you lived. I shall even carry your bags when you come to school or even when you leave”. I was literally begging. “Hmm, anything”. He probed. I could not read any special expressions on his face.“Yes sir, anything”. I answered quickly.“Chuck! I do not know, if you are aware that I am a navy man and in the navy, if you are asking for a favor out of merit, or let us only say; if you are asking for a favor, you are willing to give up your ass or take the ass. He had pushed his chair back with his thighs, stood up, moved to the door and bolted it. None of this sank at that moment nor I had noticed any significance to, what he said but my sub-conscious was telling me that I was caught off guard by his very open and almost unprofessional attitude and his clear verbiage. I wanted to clarify, “Mr. Levy, I do not…”.“It is very simple, Chuck. You want me to help you on this test, then you will have to help me for what I need, unless you are willing to fail”. He had arrogance, conceit and smugness all pasted on his face.I swear, I was still not understanding that this hot, hard bodied, a navy soldier was asking to fuck me for the ‘A’ in my test score. If yes; did he think this was a punishment or only the price of my demand and his joy. I had very little time to decide plus, I did not want to give an impression of having made a consensual decision without knowing full well of what was on his mind. “OK Mr. Levy”. I replied as my brain was still processing the information provided so far and he asked me to get under his desk and I crawled under his desk as he walked back to his chair. I think, I was pretty gone so far but liked his command; the man of my fantasies. He took his seat as I tried to make myself comfortable under the desk on my knees and hands. My face was hardly inches away from his heat emitting crotch and I was breathing faster and shallow. Sweat was already forming on my forehead in anticipation. His hands fumbled a bit to find his zipper and quickly unzipped his pants. Now totally unhesitant, he reached into the open fly and next second produced a deadly pink semi stiff cock out in the open. It was pretty dark under there because there was no window in the room, curtains were already drawn in front of the bolted door. From what I could see, he was still not completely hard but quite hung, to say the least. His all shaved pubis, cock shaft and the balls seemed to be throbbing, making me nervous. I had been sucked by plenty girls and knew, how and what was the most joyful step mutually.“Are you waiting for any orders, Chuck! Go ahead, suck my cock now”. Mr. Levy sounded very sure. I dived in so rapidly that his cock slapped my cheek, making me back off a little but in the next lunge his quickly stiffening cock was in my mouth. Mr. Levy moaned aloud as my lips hardly got around the thickness and only couple of inches slipped in my mouth. This was the best I could do. I held his pink meat bar and began masturbating him, my head also trying to move up and down on Escort Bayan Sir Levi’s moist cock, getting larger and thicker in my mouth as he moaned. “Yes Chuck, continue an ‘A’ grade job to get you an ‘A’ in your grades. Mr. Levi was suggesting during the deep guttural moans. My head was bobbing around my teacher’s thick penis, being careful not to take much into my throat. Now, he was also moving his hips as he sat in the chair forcing to shove more and more in the back of my throat but pulling out fast, giving me a complete mouth fucking under his desk. Soon his sighs and muttering was changed to talking obnoxious and dirty, repeating the fuck word, made me focus on my teacher’s navy trained penis. “O’ fuck! You are going to make me cum, bastard bitch”. He was close to shoot his lava and his language was becoming utterly nasty. I could feel his cock stiffen and his balls knotting in my hands. Being there many a times myself, it was easy to feel his cock muscles tighten in my grip and with a huge surge his cock jolted. I was thinking more about my grades when I braced myself for the moment of truth but with less than a split second to spare; Mr. Levy pulled back his huge pole out of my mouth with a plop and dumped the milky white drink all over the desk.“Get out of there, you fucking pig. If you want an ‘A’ in this test, you have to fuck me at least ‘A’ grade or better”. Honestly, I had no clue. First I thought, he was going to make me suck him and shall dump and make me swallow his precious life drink. Suddenly, as he pulled and squirted out of my mouth, hardly giving me a minute to think, what next; I was very sure, hearing him asking me to fuck him with a grandeur. I was so horny, as I crawled from under the desk and stood up, wiping my chin with my cuff. Mr. Levy took off his shoes without even undoing the laces. The suit came off in a hurry and he tossed it on to the chair. Then unbuttoning his shirt, he let it fall behind him on the floor. I got a look at the navy trained almost naked body in the boxers, with his limp cock hanging out of the front slit. He had no chest hair, slab like pecks and thick arm muscles. I was really amazed to see a tiny patch of black hair, from just below his belly button, going down into the boxers to the base of his cock. His close to 6” dick was astonishing but looked pale against my 8” plus size but thicker than a horse. I could see slight bit of fear as well as the desire in his eyes, thinking of my monster going up his asshole still held in the underwear. He turned a little and bent over to open his desk drawer, giving me a full view of his no hair lump of butt muscles looking so tight to hide the orifice in the depth. This time, I willingly wanted to fall on my knees to lick those round, hard globes while reaching the hole inside with my tongue. I could see he had pulled a small bottle of lube and a bottle of poppers. “You cannot fuck, if you do not get out of the clothes”. Mr. Levy tried to be funny and I snapped out of the magic spell, his naked body had casted on me. I was sure to fuck my teacher now. For my age of a high school senior, I was taller than him, almost as muscular and also taut and tough due to being an active athlete. I began to strip. I also had no chest hair and very little facial hair as well but full growth of pubes which I had shaved about 2 days back. I dropped my shirt and next, I undid my jeans and pulled them down with my branded underwear to expose my man pole for him still not fully hard and needing stretched also. He looked at my cock while I saw a smile as well as the concern Bayan Escort on his face.Now he came around, handed me the lube and leaned over the desk with his butt towards the ceiling. His lips were almost near the large globs of his semen, he had squirted on the desk. I could see, he was about to lick the desk clean. His one hand was extended to me for the lube to be squeezed on it, which he began spreading and whipping over his asshole. I also joined him and started slipping my lubed fingers inside his solid puckering hole, making him jump a little while polishing my pole as well. I could see him open the poppers and take a long sniff, while seeing my dick ready and eager to get inside his anus as I helped to part his cheeks making him feel my blunt cut cock head at his entrance. I knew, I had to show no remorse, shoving my dick in him after he had told me to fuck him grandeur for receiving better grades in my today’s test. I jabbed as rough as possible while summoning all the force, I could in the Sociology teacher’s love box. He cooed with pain as I inched inside him, gently pulling back but only to thrust rough, back inside him. Mr. Levy was moaning with a mix feeling of pain and pleasure inside his rectum while he licked his own cum from the desk top and took a hit of poppers as well at intervals. He had the audacity to keep asking for a blatant fucking while I pondered strange thoughts of fucking my teacher so rude and raw telling him that he had a real fucking tight ass to enjoy the gay delight but how could a decent student say all this, so I did not. The sound of my balls slapping off his ass, as I pumped in and out of him was very loud to make me worry that the grounds keeper might hear it, if he happened to pass through the corridor. With constant ramming inside him without mercy, total pleasure began to spread not only in his ass but in his body and soul as well, making us both moan in unison. He was also bucking his hips, arching his waist with the intensity of me riding his ass and fucking him better than he expected. My pace was reaching the blinding speed for a while but then dying down, making us both sweat like pigs but keeping him skewered on my long member. I was so glad with my performance for fucking my teacher with different paces and rhythms and having no desire to cum until, sir Levy had started begging to let him have me throb, flex and spasm in his anal canal and fill him up with my breeding sperms. I wanted to tell him to shut up and ride my cock for my selfish sexual pleasure but I did not dare because of the utmost respect I had in my heart for my teachers. With each of his groaning plea to cum already in his ass, I bounced still harder to fuck him with vengeance. His hairless slapping in my lap was crushing my balls. O’ my God, I was almost going blind; as I fucked him on and on with my full 8 inches’ meat pole and making sure, he also loved my performance in his ass. After good half an hour or more, I felt my cock getting stiffer and longer along with my balls getting knotted as well. I gripped his waist and gave him one final hell of a thrusting to rip roar in his well-fucked ass tunnel until, I knew I could edge no more and my expanding dick crashed his anal muscle walls to wrap my flag pole.The hair stubbles at the base of my dick brushed against his ass as he took my full length in his anal hole as I began to spew in him contraction after contraction, withering after withering until my juices began flowing out of his ass and crawled over his cock, crushed at the edge of the desk to drip on the floor. Feeling my orgasm subside and my jolts coming to end, Mr. Levy extended his arm, opened the middle drawer, pulled out a red marker to place an ‘A+’ on my answer sheet and drew a big circle round it. The end. Your comments please. Londebaaz Chohan January 30, 2020.

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F?? ?IM?? ?? ??? B??K?????When I was about 21ish, I decided to go to the only bookstore in the area. When I was younger, I’d had some sexual experience with other boys my age and had been told by one of those friends when I turned 20 something, I should absolutely go. Back when I was 18, my hometown did not have restriction on the hours ‘vice’ establishments were open so when I pulled into what is now known as Vidoe Magic on one of the main highways in my area about 4 PM, there were 6 cars parked out in front of the building. I went inside; there was a sectioned off area behind the women’s lingeri eof the front counter. A sign next to the curtain read: $2 in tokens must be purchased before going in. I bought the necessary tokens and went through the swinging doors. The room was square with videos on the wall and behind the wall were several connecting booths ; there was a set of 6 more booths down the hall way, and I walked into the middle booth in the center section. I locked the door, slipped a quarter into the token machine which started the movie. Someone to my left slipped Escort a quarter into their machine and I immediately saw a cut out in the wall .I walked over to the hole and saw 2 guys, naked, standing up across from each other while a third, also naked, was on his knees sucked the 2 of them. I dropped my pants and began jacking off. The two standing motioned for me to join them. As I went into the next room , one of them told me to unlock the other door to free up the booth. I stepped back into my booth and unlocked it.I stripped off my clothes , placed them on the bench against the wall and moved up to them. Both started rubbing my ass and cock which was dripping with pre-cum. The one stroking my cock licked it off his fingers, and said, “I’m Brian, that’s Billy and our kneeling cocksucker is Tim…what’s your name?” “I’m Chris.” I said, as I reached down and took Brian’s cock into my hand and began to stroke his very thick 12 incher. Billy went from rubbing my ass to working his way to my butt hole where he gently pushed a finger up my hole and begin stroking Escort Bayan it in and out until I started to moan and push back on his finger. In the meantime, I felt a great heat engulf my cock; I looked down and found Billy sucking my cock…I moaned and began slowly fucking his hot mouth, easily deep throating the man kneeling in front of me.Brian and Billy pulled away from me; Tim placed his arms against the wall and arched his butt; Brian spread Tim’s cheeks, placed his 12 incher against his butt hole and pushed in. Tim let out a long hiss, moaned and said, “Fuck me with your monster cock until I cum again!” Brian begin pounding Tim’s ass, his balls making wet slapping noises against Brian’s ass. Watching this, I stiffened and shot my load into Billy’s mouth all the while moaning and cussing with the excitement until I collapsed on the floor. Billy crawled on top of me and begin kissing me, working his way up from my cock to my lips which I parted to suck in his tongue while he dry-humped me. I was so turned on by everything, I whispered to him, “You Bayan Escort wanna fuck me?” The look he gave me and the hard kiss gave me the answer.Billy was almost 11 inches long and very thck with the exception of his cockhead which was nearly twice the size of his shaft! I took his cock into my mouth, relishing the taste which was a mixture of salt and sweat. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes before crawling back until he was between my legs, Billy picked up my legs and placed them on his shoulders. I felt his cockhead against my butthole, a little pressure as he entered me, followed by fantastic jolts which caused me to buck as he slid his snake into my ass until his balls slapped against my butt. After a few strokes, I was pushing and pulling in time with his fuck-strokes and going mad with pleasure to the point where I came all over his chest. The walls of my ass pulled him deeper in until he stiffened and shot his load in my asshole. He slowly pulled out and laid besides me, panting. When I looked up, Brian and JTim were busy being fucked by a couple of other guys who walked in.Needless to say, I returned when I could and took on both couples and guys over the years until the place was being raided so much that the owners had no choice, but to close it down and all of those good time had became a great memory.

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Suspicious Behavior, Part 4There she was, my beautiful wife of 8 years, on her knees, chest on the bed, her pretty hands spreading her ass-cheeks open to provide access to her tight little anal opening, her whore-cunt dripping with a combination of her recent lover’s cum, my cum and her own cunt drool.I coated my cock with a generous portion of lube and then liberally basted her anal ring and rectum. I then fingered her puckered hole and listened for her tell-tale gasping into the mattress below. Once I heard that, I added a finger.”You allowed me, your Husband” I berated, “to eat your cum filled pussy AFTER you fucked another man!””I…. I…” She didn’t know what to say.I had three fingers inside of her now and she was mumbling incoherently.”And now” I continued, “you’re gonna make it up to me!”I then used two fingers on my one hand and added two fingers from my other hand… Spreading her anal ring to it’s limits.”AHHHHH, FUUUUCCKKKKK!” She moan into the bed below.I rubbed, almost massaged her anal muscle and, as expected, her anal ring responded by spasming and relaxing more. I took that as my que and lined up the tip of my cock to her now slightly gapping anal ring. Once the tip of my cock was properly positioned just inside of her opening, her pretty anal ring circling the Escort spongy, mushroom head of my cock, I placed my hands on the small of her back.”Since you’re now my whore” I instructed, “Do what whore’s do so well and lean back and take my cock up your ass.”She didn’t move, so I reached under her torso, found both of her nipples between my thumb and index fingers and gave them both a twist!”OWWWW, you Bastard!” She yelled.”It’s SIR to you, whore!” I replied and provided another twist, this time even harder.”Oh FUCK!” She yelled, “Yes Sir…..””Now, lean back’ I continued, “and take your Sir’s cock up your tight, sexy ass!”She did as she was told and slowly leaned back, pausing just as the head of my cock expanded her anal ring the most… And then popped inside of her.”AAAHHHH OWWWWW” she yelled, and then held still.”Good girl” I commented, “Now get accustomed to My size and then push back more”. She was panting as I spoke more.”What were you thinking” I asked, “as I ate you out, knowing that you had another man’s cum inside of you?””Um….” She began to reply, but then took my mind off of her answer by leaning back a bit more on my cock. Another inch slowly disappeared into my sexy wife’s ass.”Oh Baby” she panted, “you feel so amazing filling me up like this. I AM a Escort Bayan whore…. I’m YOUR whore….. You feel so gooooooo”She leaned back even more until I felt her body quake, signaling another orgasm. Her anal ring clamped down and I felt her pussy spit more of it’s sloppy contents out onto my thighs and the mattress below. As she calmed, she leaned back even more until her as cheeks were against the front of my thighs.”Fuck Me, sir” she pleaded, “Fuck me like the whore that I am!””Not until you tell me” I persevered “what you were thinking as I licked your cum filled cunt!””PLEASE fuck me!” She begged.”Not tell you tell me what you were thinking!” I demanded.”I was thinking…… ” she paused”TELL ME!” I yelled”I was thinking” she paused again, but then added, “How HOT it was…. How HOT it was to have you eating my freshly fucked pussy… My freshly fucked pussy…all FULL OF ANOTHER MAN’S CUM!”Now, I don’t know if she was trying to fire me up to fuck her hard, or if she was being honest, but a wave of emotions came over me: I was angry, excited, turned on and most of all, in love with this incredible woman! I placed my hands on each of her hips and began slowly to slide in and out of her tight anal passage.”Yes baby” she chanted, “That’s it… Claim me Bayan Escort as your own. Take my ass, Claim me.”The more excited I seem to get, the more excited she got.”I LOVED knowing” she went on,”that you were eating his cum out of me. I LOVED knowing that your cock was pushing his cum back up into me…..Knowing that YOUR cock was surrounded by HIS cum and that soon, both of your cums would mix toghether inside of my cunt!””You did?” I asked, sounding a bit confused but VERY excited!”YES” she yelled out, “I did… I LOVED knowing it was happening…. And most of all……””Most of all WHAT?” I asked, wanting to hear more….”I want it all to happen again!” She screamed out her taboo confessed.At that point, my eyes rolled up into my head and my cock spasmed and surged huge amounts of thick, creamy cum deep into her bowels. That obviously triggered her next ass-gasm as she screamed out her release, her anal ring squeezing my cock tighter than it’s ever been before. It was, without a doubt, one of the strongest climaxes of my life!As we calmed, I stroked her back and she and I both professed our love for each other, as my softening cock remained just inside of her ass. I then reminder her that where my cock was softer now, the head of my cock was going to stretch her wider as I pulled out, and to prepare herself. I leaned back, it popped out and she screamed into the pillow below.I collapsed on top of her, pushing her flat onto the mattress below and we help eachother until we drifted off to sleep.To be continued…..

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The Voodoo Blanket ~ a twisted storyEmily had arrived to the beach early that morning and set up her blanket in her favorite location for some early morning tanning before the sun became too warm.She had just barely closed her eyes and felt the warm rays of the sun soaking her skin, when she was startled by a wild looking Haitian man bending over her.Before she could react the man had blown a handful of powder into Emily’s face and instantly she was unable to resist, although her mind still seemed clear, her body only slowly and with great effort obeyed her commands.The dark skinned Haitian wasted no time and quickly stripped off Emily’s bikini and then walked away with it carelessly discarding it on his way back to the parking lot. Leaving Emily sprawled nude and helpless on her blanket.With little haste and the Haitian went back to his van and dug out an assortment of ancient fetishes, dark wooden statues and an assortment of modern sex toys of bizarre design.Returning to Emily’s blanket the Haitian voodoo man took great care in arranging the paraphernalia of his trade, muttering in some ancient tribal language under his breath as he worked with Escort great care.Satisfied with his preparations the Haitian voodoo Man turn his attentions back to Emily laying naked in the sun. From his kit he retrieved a strange oil of his own concoction and with generous amounts poured on his palms as he prepared Emily’s sex for the coming ritual.The voodoo Man’s mutterings had now became a strange sing-song chant in some forgotten tribal dialect. Deep in her sex Emily could feel the oil go to work and her belly glowed with a strange inner heat.The voodoo Man worked his trade using his hands, his mouth, his thick black cock, and some of the strangely shape toys on Emily sex.Emily’s moans and labored groans could be be heard on the wind carried over the dunes as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. Yet people in the nearby parking lot took no notice of Emily’s plight. Strangely not even one glanced in the direction of the bizarre ritual that was being carried out only a few hundred feet away in plain sight.The African holyman withdrew his thick cock from Emily’s exhausted pussy. The holyman again apply the strange oil to Emily’s sex. Escort Bayan Long skilled fingers rub the oil deep into every inch of Emily’s cunt.Emily stared up into the clear blue sky, as the heat of the sun, now risen high into the sky, beat down on her naked flesh.. Her body was slick with sweat from copulating with the black skinned holyman, as well as the other things he had done to her.Again Emily could feel the strange oil taking effect and the renew heat within her belly growing and aching to be filled with the holymans thick cock and then quenched again with his seed.Feeling his fingers deep inside her cunt, skillfully massaging the oil into her sex, the holyman was like some ancient tribal craftsman lovingly polishing a statue dedicated to some dark God.This slight respite from Emily’s ordeal allowed her a moment to realize that the holyman’s strange chanting was being echoed seemingly from the crudely carved statues that he had arranged, and the warm sea breeze carry the sound of ancient drums from somewhere far away.The holyman allowed himself a moment of self-indulgent pride in his work, Teicu the goddess of lust Bayan Escort would be pleased with his dedication. The ritual had been for her, for it was the great Teicu who had sent demons to visit the holy man’s grandmothers grandmother and teach her all forms of carnal knowledge which had been passed down through the generations.Now the holyman had come to this land, who had stolen so many people from their tribes, to work the goddesses will. The holyman could feel the goddesses approval and amusement that he had taken one of the white devils women to use in the sacred ritual to sanctify the spot in the name of the goddess Teicu.As the holyman mounted his captive again, plunging his ebony cock deep into her sex, the swollen head of his organ massaging the woman’s sacred spot, his mind wander for a moment from the ritual.He thought briefly that hours for now, when he was finished with her he would place a mark on this one, so when there was need of her for further rituals she would come to him unbidden and submit herself to Teicu pleasure.The ebony skinned holyman had spent an entire cycle of the moon preparing and saving his sacred seed, and now it would be well used on this one.Again Emily cried out in exquisite orgasm The sounds of her labors at the hands of the fiendish priest carrying down to the nearby parking lot, where other beach goers carried on oblivious to Emily’s trials…

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Mac-man’s adventures 2In my early days as a mac-wanker, I was always nervous of being noticed, specially going into and out of dirty bookshops. Using a long jacket rather than a mac meant I didn’t feel too out of place when I went to the go-go pubs. Back in the 70s that was more like normal attire in pubs. It was a few years later before I felt comfortable looking like a perv, and actually really enjoyed it. I didn’t go into a go-go pub and wank under my jacket – apart from it being too risky, it was also unnecessary. Seeing a girlie-goddess go-go dance in Her miniskirt or bikini was more than enough, more than enough to make me spunk my pants just watching. Those places weren’t brightly-lit and they were noisy, so I didn’t have to worry too much about my moans as She made me cum in my pants.I got pretty good at disguising my shudders when girls made me pants-spunk, specially if they were only a few feet away. A coughing fit was the best method I found. So when the bosomy barmaid in one of the pubs was wearing a low-cut top, I managed to get close to where She was serving and then ogle – looking down at my glass but my eyes skewed to the side where She was. I press gently against the bar, NO need to hump it, and watch Her. I love cleavage so much – even in photos it’s enough to make me pants-spunk – and I rarely see it for real, so this lovely barmaid was a real treat for a wanker like me. Just to explain, I’m a loner, I always wear my mac and I don’t go to parties or receptions, on the beach or any of the places where girls dress up, apart from pubs in the 70s. Since then, I only hang around outside pubs and clubs. It’s lovely to feel the spunk rising, then the leak of pre-cum. I ease off a bit, trying to prolong being on the verge as much as possible, and then when the pre-cum is cumming in little squirts, I have to try and stifle my whimpers because the cleavage barmaid is only a few feet away. I’m quivering all over, She’s got me Escort in such a state and I’ve got to be careful my eyes aren’t popping out, ogling Her too obviously and noisily. Then suddenly knobby jumps and spunks, making me jolt forward and nearly yelp. That becomes a sneeze and then coughing to explain my head and shoulders nodding forward, and disguising the moans of perv ecstasy as She makes me cum in my pants. I can then walk away with my jacket hiding the big wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers. Fast forward to the end of my worship of Miss Melanie, who I just couldn’t afford to see any more, and I was at a loss. I had my mags and mag-buying of course, and very much enjoyed sitting in my van ogling the mags I’d just bought and the girls soon making me cum in my pants. But mags were getting more and more explicit. There weren’t go-go pubs any more, hadn’t been for a long time. The peep show booths had long since gone, and the only thing you had now in the Soho sex shops was nude shows, which were far too much for me, like the old strip clubs were. One evening I’d finished deliveries and was driving idly through town, hoping to see girls and jump out in my mac. This did happen every now and then, mainly in the summer. But on this occasion I arrived in the centre of town and driving through, saw the road was full of girls in clubbing gear. I’d no idea this was what happened in towns at night. I dumped the van and raced back, finding the nearest doorway and putting my hand through mac pocket and wank-trouser pockets. In less than a couple of minutes I was moaning gratefully in perv ecstasy as several girls walking by in miniskirts made me spunk my pants full. I was a regular visitor to town centres then for the next few years, finding favourite spots and even seeing regular girls who always came to town on particular nights. Thursdays to Sundays were best but even on Tuesdays or Wednesdays, because I couldn’t wait a day longer, Escort Bayan I was stood in my favourite spots in my mac hoping to see girls. In the winter it could be a long wait, and then on seeing girls coming along I had to get from cold and limp to stiff and ready to spunk in a short time, often meaning I was rubbing at 100mph, my mac flapping as I desperately wanted to spunk as they walked by.On one occasion on a cold night a lovely bosomy goddess in a low cut top spotted my mac flapping like crazy and said to Her friend “look! Wanker! He’s wanking!” Her friend gasped. In summer though the streets stayed fairly full of people and I was stiff for most of the time I was there, and then, joy of joys, seeing a goddess walking towards me from the end of the street, maybe more than one goddess, I could just hold knobby upright and wait till those girls made it cum into my pants all by itself. That lovely big tit girlie-goddess saw me several times, often with a different friend, and I could see them laughing as She told Her about this wanker in his mac. Even seeing Her in a tight top was easily enough for Her to make knobby spunk all by itself into my soggy underpants. On two occasions I was lucky enough to see stocking-tops when I was out and about in my mac. One girl was talking to Her friend, about what She was wearing I’m guessing, and raised Her skirt to show Her black stockings. I’d only ever seen that in my mags, and She made me explode instantly into my pants, nearly folding double with the convulsions. Fortunately the girls didn’t notice.The other time 3 girls were walking along and I could see one fiddling with the hem of Her miniskirt. I was in full mac-wanking position, legs clamped together right up to my buttocks, clenching the bog-roll for maximum nice feeling, and as the girls walked down a side street I shuffled along after them, like a penguin, my hand holding my stiff knob. They paused and the girl lifted Her skirt Bayan Escort up to do up Her suspender. I’ve seen that in my mags a lot, specially the Spick & Span ones, but never seen it for real. I must have looked like a right goon, my eyes popping in disbelief – raised skirt! She’s RAISING Her skirt past Her stocking-tops!!!!!The three girls were all laughing at this gob-smacked perv in his mac, and my head and shoulders crumpled down on my neck as knobby pumped 7 or 8 big gobs of spunk into my pants. They walked out of sight and I lifted my mac up to see my wet patch, a bit of me hoping they’d turn and see. No though. Another time at the end of October one year I was in my usual spot and a coach drew up, and out walked a lot of people including a lot of girls in leather or pvc, a lot of miniskirts, and even some with stocking-tops showing. It was for a Halloween ball obviously. That was a pants-spunk fest for this lucky pervert. Then there was a club in Hull doing a ‘back to school’ night, so all the girls could wear short skirts and skimpy blouses. There were stocking-tops on display too. I’d seen them in the city centre, all walking in the same direction, so of course pervert mac-man has to follow and see (seeing being of course the sole way I get my sex pleasure). Again that was pure pants-spunk heaven, seeing the sort of show I rarely see, blouse-buttons straining and skirts so short stocking-tops showed. Sometimes girls were curious about this pervy-looking dirty old man in his mac who was standing on the street corner when they arrived in town, was still there an hour later and still, maybe 2 hours later. (I might have to wait 3 or 4 hours in cold weather for girls to come along, but I’d learnt that some girls walk to the clubs skimpy-dressed even in cold weather, thank god). Once a girl asked me if I was alright, and I said “I’m just waiting to see”, or something like that. Other times girls walked past and then turned round, doing the ‘wanker’ sign. I loved that of course – in fact, if I could I would have had a big sign saying ‘Wanker’ on it. And on that note – next time: Mac-man’s adventures in the red light districts!

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On The Train (Quicky)I was waiting for the departure of my Overnight Train from Glasgow to London, I had a bit of time to kill so I went into the toilet, I wasn’t cruising at the time but if the opportunity arose I wouldn’t turn it down, I stood at the urinal with my cock out and noticed one of the cubicle doors kept opening and a bloke popping his out, Intrigued by this I went and stood opposite the lock up he was in , he didn’t shut the door completely and I could just see him peeping through the door that was slightly ajar. I flashed my cock at him to see if I could get him to come out. It worked and he opened the door, his trousers were on the floor and he was squeezing his cock through his tight black briefs. I approached the open door and stretched my hand out to feel his cock, it felt like he had a nice package, I moved my hand up under his shirt and felt his smooth chest and belly while he felt my cock, It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled his trousers up and made his excuses that he had to go to work. I followed him out of the toilet and he went his way and I went mine.Well I got on the train found my seat and made myself comfortable, usually by undoing the laces on my shoes and loosing my belt. The train pulled out on time, it couldn’t have been that busy as I had an whole carriage to myself and the carriage in front only had an hand full of people. It didn’t take me long to drop of and have Escort a bit of a sleep, when I was awakened by the conductor to check my tickets, he smiled and said we meet again, I looked up and was a bit surprised to see the bloke from the station cottage, he noticed my trousers were undone and said Oh your ready for me. He sat down next to me and we had a little chat.Apologies about that earlier I was pushing for time a bit, if you want to carry it on I can come back later when I’ve carried out all my duties, then off he went back down the train, sometime later an announcement was made that the toilet on the back two carriages were out of order and for passengers to use the one further down the train. At this point most of the lights were dimmed on the Trian to allow passengers to get some sleep.The conductor came back up the train and sat down, don’t worry about the next bit I’ve put I’ve locked put an out of order notice on the door, plus there’s only three passengers in the forward carriage and I’ve got forty five minutes before my next duties start. His name was Roy, I would describe his as a Middle age slightly over weight man, he was going slightly bold, wore glasses and had a ginger and grey goatee beard.Roy collapsed the table and put it to the side he also pulled the blinds down either side of the carriage, he sat opposite me undid his trousers and got his cock and balls out, I did the same Escort Bayan and we both started wanking until he got up and knelt in-between my legs and took my cock in his mouth, oh I didn’t expect this service tonight I said, he had a right good suck on it before he sat back in the opposite seat, he told me to straddle him and fuck his face. So with my trousers and briefs down I did what he wanted and stood on the seat while he was seated and began to fuck his face, it felt real quiet surreal, he reached around to my arse and squeezed my cheeks, his finger found it way to my hole and within a few second he was fingering me while I rubbed his head.Things moved on and I ended up still standing on the seat, this time Roy was rimming my arse and fingering me, do you fuck he asked my, certainly do Roy. I give and I can take whatever takes your fancy. ‘Id love to bang your tight little hole, we can go into the toilet for extra safety if you like but lets have a bit more fun first he said. We both sat down, Roy’s trousers were around his ankles at this point so I went down on his hard cock. He grabbed the overhead rack and started to fuck my face as I felt his muscular legs and arse that he must have attained by the miles of walking up and down the train everyday. I stood up undid his shirt and went to town on his nipples. Roy’s moans got louder the more excited he got, after our short but intense Bayan Escort foreplay he did his shirt and pulled up his trousers and pants and he lead me down the carriage to the toilet, the door slid open and we went in, he pressed the button to lock the door, he dropped his trousers and briefs again all the way down to his ankles, he took his blazer off and hung it up, he pulled a small tube of lube out of his pocket and squirted some into my hand and said that for your arse give it a good lubing while I do my cock.I bent forward slightly and offered him my arse, he grabbed my hips and penetrated me, and started to bang my arse, I was usually use to men being quiet gentle with me but Roy (Pardon the pun, seemed to have a train to catch), I gripped on to one off the hand rails as he pumped his cock hard into me, his hands were all over my body as he reached around and started to wank me off, then my nipple and finally up and down my thighs, he was absolutely rabid after five minutes or so he shouted I’m cumin I’m cumin, his thrust were getting harder and harder, he bit my neck hard as he shot his load into me, he let out a moan as he emptied his balls into me. Did you like that he said, Fuck Roy that was good, he removed his cock from inside me and washed it in the sink, he gave me some wipes to clean the spunk from my arse, it was all over as quick as it began, he thanked me then stated passionate kissing, he wanked my cock to I shot my load, he got some on his hand and licked it off.We both got our clothes sorted then we left the toilet, he sat and talked to me for a while before he left then came back to me with a couple beers and a few snacks.

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Hailey Gets Pulled OverThis is a continuation of my previous story “Cleaning Up By Getting Dirty” that you can find on my profile. Enjoy! – VivicaI was driving home from getting my hair done thinking of my sexy black neighbor Mr. Chapman. I showed up to my appointment late because of traffic and almost had to give up my spot, but the appointment after me arrived early so my hairdresser took care of her first and then did me after. I got myself a cute bob with bangs, like Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. I kept the color my natural red instead of doing anything neon like Ramona. Traffic had lightened up by the time I left my appointment, so I was cruising home with my new do and a flurry of thoughts.The last time I saw Mr. Chapman, my sexy neighbor, he was in his hot tub and I watched him from my window. It was a perfectly innocent exchange and… OK, I’m lying. I watched him masturbate in his hot tub while he watched me do the same from my bedroom window. There, I said it. That was almost a week ago at this point, and he’s been stuck in my head since.I had only really known him for about two weeks. By ‘know’ him I mean got plowed by his massive dong and haven’t stopped thinking about it. I would have reached out to him to see if he wanted to get coffee or, I don’t know, plow me again, but even if I had his contact info I’m not sure I would have had the courage to ask.Before I met him I was basically a virgin. After I met him I became an insatiable horndog. Ever since our fateful night where he caught me skinny dipping in his pool I haven’t been able to get him out of my head. Every night when I get home I check out my window for any signs of him, but I’m rarely rewarded. Did he work nights? Was he out of town? Was he avoiding me? I didn’t know, and I had no way of finding out. Oh well, c’est la vie.Red and blue lights filled my car. I heard the whoop whoop! of a police siren. My eyes flashed down to my speedometer. I was going eighty. I wasn’t sure what the speed limit was, but I was positive it wasn’t eighty. “Shit,” I said as my heart pounded in my chest. I signaled and pulled over, slowing to a stop in a wooded area of road just before my neighborhood. Great, I was so close. I definitely would have slowed down once I got to houses, but he got me while I was distracted. I sighed and put my hands at ten and two after rolling down my windows.The officer pulled up behind me and stopped. He stayed in his vehicle for a bit, probably checking my plates. I got ready to dish out the waterworks. I opened my eyes wide and stopped myself from blinking to get them to tear up. I didn’t have the money to pay for a speeding ticket and my parents would be pissed to have to cover it for me. I heard a car door slam as the officer stepped out of his vehicle and came around to the passenger’s side of my car. He rested his forearm on the edge of the window and leaned down to look at me.“License, registration and proof of insurance please,” he said, shining his flashlight directly into my eyes.“Sure officer, can I go for my glove box?” I asked. I didn’t want to spook him by just reaching for it. Some cops are testy.“Go ahead, ‘mam,” he said.I leaned over, suddenly self conscious of how low cut my top was, and thought the officer got a good view of my cleavage as I reached for my papers. Maybe that’ll help me get out of a ticket, I joked to myself. I grabbed everything in my glove box and pulled all of it into my lap, sorting through papers to find what he had asked for. Then I pulled my license out of my purse and handed it over along with my registration and proof of insurance. He snatched it up and glanced at it.“You have any idea how fast you were going?” he asked as he shined his flashlight at my papers. If I admitted I was speeding, he’d surely give me a ticket. If I said I didn’t know how fast I was going, that implied I was being reckless and he might ticket me anyway. I considered lying and saying I knew I was going the speed limit, but that probably wouldn’t work either. Instead, I stared at the wheel and kept my eyes open, trying to get more tears to come.“I clocked you going about eighty in a fifty. That could be a very expensive fine, Miss Hailey,” he said. Something about the way he said my name sound familiar. It couldn’t be. I leaned over again and tried to get a better look at the officer. He shined his light back into my face.“Mr. Chapman? Is that you?” I asked, squinting into the light.“That’s Officer Chapman, ‘mam,” he said. He shined his flashlight away from my eyes so I could see him. He smiled and winked.“Oh god, you really had me going for a second!” I laughed. “Wait, you’re a cop?”“Yes ‘mam,” he said, leaning over and resting his forearms on the side of my passenger side window again.“But that night when we… y’know… you were in a suit and everything,” I said.“I had just got back from a funeral,” he said.“Oh, I’m sorry.”“Nah, you made my night a lot better,” he said. I smiled at him as I recalled that night. “But ‘mam, we need to talk about this speeding ticket you’re about to get,” he said, putting his authoritative voice back on. My smile faded.“Yeah, I suppose you’ve got a job to do. Sorry, I was just trying to-”“I understand a young college k** may not be able to afford such an expensive ticket. I’d hate to put a bright-eyed girl like you into a bind, so maybe we can come to some other arrangement?”He couldn’t be serious. Was he still on duty? Was his dash cam running? I was parked on the side of the road in a major suburb, what if someone saw us? Though I supposed if he was suggesting it he probably had answers to all those questions and knew what he was doing. I put on my most breathy Marylin Monroe voice to help sell the act.“Why, surely officer, there must be some agreement we can come to. I don’t know how I’d be able to pay such an outrageous fine otherwise,” I said, doing my best to play along. He snorted at my voice and tried to hold back a smile.“Step out of the car for me, ‘mam,” he said.“Why, yes sir,” I said, opening my door and exiting the vehicle.“Come around to this side, please. We don’t want you getting hurt by traffic,” he said.“Why, of course not officer,” I said. He snorted again. I walked around the front of my car and faced him, arching my back to push my chest toward him and show off my low cut top.“Please put your hands on the hood, ‘mam.” I turned to face my car, placing both my hands on top of it. “Spread your legs a bit for me,”“Why, whatever for?” I asked, already complying.“I’m gonna have to check you for a weapon. Standard procedure, you understand.”“Of course, officer, whatever you have to do,” I said, holding back laughter at my own breathy voice. I wasn’t sure if it was doing anything for him, but at least it made it clear I was playing along.He stepped forward and placed his hands on my hips. I looked at him over my shoulder as he ‘patted me down’. His hands went from my hips and down Escort each leg, patting his way down with both hands on either side of my left leg before doing the same to my right. I was wearing a miniskirt, so his pats quickly went to bare flesh.As his hands patted up my thighs he lifted my skirt, took a handful of my booty and squeezed it before sliding his fingers down and under me to delicately rub my vagina through my panties. A pulse of warm electricity went through me. I let out a soft moan.“Everything all right, ‘mam?”“Oh yes officer, please continue,” I said, giving him a coy, pouty smirk as I finished the sentence. He averted his eyes, and I saw his cheeks tense up as he tried not to laugh. My skirt fell back into place and his hands continued up my body. First, he patted my sides up to my armpits, then reached around my body and patted my breasts.“My, my, what do we have here?” he said, cupping them and squeezing through the fabric of my padded bra.“What is it, officer?” I asked.“Seems like you’ve got some heavy artillery here,” he said. He gave my breasts a few quick lifts, as if feeling their weight. “I’m sorry ‘mam, but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to see what these are to ensure my own safety.”He turned me around and unbuttoned my top. I looked up at him and put on my best oh-no-I-hope-I’m-not-in-trouble face, but I felt my cheeks tense from holding back a smile. Once the last button was undone, he spread my top open and looked at my creamy white skin the way a fat k** looks at donuts. His big, warm hands grabbed me by the waist and slid up my ribs. I felt his fingers crawl behind me, and before I knew it the familiar support from my bra was gone. As his hands came back around my ribs, so did my bra, and my natural E cups became bare.With a flick of his wrist he tossed my bra into the passenger’s side window and took both my bare breasts in his hands. I kept looking into his eyes, watching his hungry looks as he felt my breasts for the first time since our crazy night two weeks ago. I moaned and chewed on my lower lip. “I missed you,” I said.He kneeled down in front of me so he was head level with my breasts. Being over a foot taller than me, he didn’t have much choice. I smiled as he leaned forward and took one of my perky pink nipples into his mouth, pressing his face against my breast and letting it mold around him. Hot damn, his mouth felt good. I ran my fingers behind his head, feeling the tight curls of his black hair and encouraging him to keep sucking on my nipple.With his free hand he clutched my other breast, squeezing it and jiggling it against his face while he sucked on me. It felt so good and yet so bad. He’s a cop? Is he even allowed to do this? How does he afford a fancy house like his on a cop’s salary? Maybe he was a high class stripper that dressed like a cop. And had a cop car. And a badge. And a gun. If that were even true, would it be better?His mouth switched to my other breast and sucked with more fervor. I had already learned he was a boob guy, but our first encounter he didn’t get the chance to suck on my nipples and he was definitely making up for it. The way he nuzzled into my heavy breasts, sucking and pulling with his lips, showed it was clearly something he wanted to do for a while. I pushed my arms together, letting my biceps squeeze my breasts and plump them up for him. That’s it baby, enjoy them, they’re all for you.He cupped one in each hand and put his face between them, sticking his tongue out and licking over my cleavage while periodically sucking my pale breast flesh into his mouth. I heard him groan, low and loud, almost like a growl. “You like those, officer?” I asked, my fake Marylin Monroe voice gone. He growled again in response. I smiled at the power my chest had over him, enough to turn him into a hungry a****l. Were all boob guys like this, or had I found someone special?I reached down and undid his belt. He stopped me, but then undid his zipper. Maybe because of all the gear on his belt he didn’t want it to come off. I wasn’t sure, but I reached into his fly and dug around until I pulled his long, black shaft through. It was already thickening, but not quite hard, so I was able to pull it out without causing him any discomfort.He stood up and pushed his hips forward. “Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head,” he said. I raised an eyebrow at the command and kneeled down, interlacing my fingers behind my head like he asked. While his blood was clearly heading that direction, he wasn’t completely hard yet, so I thought it would be fun to suck him deeply into my throat. It would difficult without my hands, but that was just going to make it more fun.He was long, so I had to lower my face quite a bit to get his tip in my mouth before regaining my posture and sucking him deeper. He groaned in approval and that only encouraged me to go farther. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in.I pulled my head back and blinked away the tears that formed at my eyes, then slowly pushed him back down my throat. His dick brushed against that sensitive part of my throat again, and I felt my neck muscles clench around his shaft as they tried to expel him out. He moaned as I gagged. I pulled my head up so that only his tip was in my mouth and sucked on it while I caught my breath.His big hands weaved through my bright red hair but didn’t apply any pressure on the back of my head. “I like your haircut,” he whispered.“Fankoo,” I mumbled around his swollen cock head.I relaxed my throat and slowly sucked him into my mouth again. He was firming up and almost to the point where I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit him anymore, so I wanted to make it count. I pushed my face down his throbbing shaft, wiggling my tongue under the belly of his cock as I did. One of his hands thumped on the roof of my car.I felt him brush against my gag reflex once more and I held it there. My throat wanted to react, but I waited. Slowly, patiently, I pushed him past that barrier in my throat that was trying to keep him from going any deeper. I felt my neck swell as he gradually slid deeper down. I climbed my face down his shaft with my lips like I was slurping spaghetti until my nose touched his pelvis and his heavy balls rested on my chin.I did it. I actually managed to deepthroat my hung AF, black neighbor. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but I was still proud of the accomplishment all the same. I pulled back a few inches and then slid back down, letting his full length enjoy the warm, tight confines of my throat.“Holy shit, baby,” he groaned, applying gentle pressure on the back of my head now to encourage me to stay deep. I felt him swelling inside my mouth. Any second now he’d be hard as a rock and I’d be choking on him, so I slid my face back up his long shaft and left a thick coat of saliva in my wake. I smiled up at him teary eyed because of the effort I went Escort Bayan through to hold back my gag reflex.“I did it,” I gasped, clearing my throat.“You sure did. Hot damn, Miss Hailey,” he said, smiling down at me.I smiled back and opened my mouth for seconds, sucking on his fat cock head as my hands stayed interwoven behind my head like he asked. Massive as he was, I could barely fit more than a few inches of him into my mouth when he was fully hard, but I took those few inches eagerly. As I bobbed up and down him I wondered if I couldn’t train myself to take his whole length even while fully erect. I took my time and learned to deepthroat him semi-hard, would it be so difficult to step it up a notch?His body stiffened as the headlights of a car went by. I heard the vehicle slow down, trying to rubberneck what was going on. Officer Chapman shined his light at them and waved them onward. I heard a window roll down. I froze with his dick still in my mouth. “Find an abandoned vehicle, officer? I can tow it for ya,” a male voice said.“That won’t be neccesary, move along sir,” he said.“I could use the work, it won’t be no trouble.”Apparently I was hidden behind my car otherwise the man would no doubt have commented. Since he couldn’t see me, I decided to keep going. I pushed Mr. Chapm- excuse me, Officer Chapman’s big black cock to the back of my throat and held it there.“I said move along,” Officer Chapman said. I noticed his authoritative tone wavered as I continued the blowjob.“Y’know it’s i*****l to leave a vehicle on the side of the road like this,” the man said as I sucked harder on my hung police officer, “Someone could get hurt if they don’t see it.”“I already have a tow truck on the way, be on your way or I’ll…” Officer Chapman lost his train of thought as I wiggled my tongue against the belly of his cock.“Or you’ll what, exactly?” the man asked.“Leave. Now.”“All right, fine, suit yourself,” he man said and I heard him drive off.Once in the clear, I felt him relax and push my hair back to prevent it from getting slobbery.“You’re evil, you know that?” he said.I slid off his cock to catch my breath and speak. “Sorry, would you rather I-”“I didn’t say stop,” he interrupted, gently guiding himself back into my mouth.I rotated my face and pushed the tip of his cock against the inside of my cheek, rubbing it against the soft skin within. He grinned and pushed his hips forward ever so slightly, exaggerating the effect and making me look like a chipmunk with an acorn in my cheek. I tried to smile, thinking how funny I looked, but with a mouthful of his throbbing black cock it was difficult. I felt a mixture of saliva and precum drip down my chin and pushed back a loose strand of my hair with a pinky.When he saw me do that, he pulled his hips back to take his dick out my mouth. I looked up at him, my lips puffy from sucking. “What is it?” I asked.“I don’t wanna mess up your new hair,” he said, his voice breathy and urgent, “stand up.” I did so. He grabbed my hips and turned me around. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.I spread my legs two shoulder widths apart. I felt his hands slide up my thighs to lift my skirt, then quickly pull my panties to one side. In no time flat I felt his bulbous cock head probing between my legs, slick from my messy blowjob just seconds prior. He found my vagina and pushed his hips forward, squeezing himself between my tight lips until his head was inside me.I stood on my tiptoes and put my hands on the top of my car for balance. He let my skirt fall and gripped my thick hips with both of his hands to pull me back onto his beefy shaft. My jaw dropped in a silent scream. I had taken him inside me fully hard before, but we spent about fifteen minutes warming up my tight vagina to his immense size. This time, however, he wiggled his hips and buried his meat inside me as eager as a puppy running to their food bowl.I spread my feet farther apart to give his massive cock more room, but he was so big and I was so tight it didn’t make much difference. I let out a big breath of air and tried to relax as he slowly pumped in and out of my vagina with his bare cock. He probably wanted to get balls deep and pound me like k** playing whack-a-mole, but despite his obvious craving for my body he showed restraint. He knew he’d cause some serious damage otherwise.One of his hands went from my hips and down the front of my skirt where he slid his fingers between my legs and massaged my clit. I let out a little squeal of delight as the two sensations mixed; him rubbing me and pumping me at the same time. I felt his hot breath against my neck and braced myself against my car so he could keep pushing his length inside me at the pace he wanted to.I’ll admit it was a rough start, and even hurt a little, but as my body got used to his size once again it became pure pleasure. My calves were getting tired from standing on my toes, but I knew if I stood flat on my feet the angle would be off and make things difficult. I arched my back, trying to push my booty out and up so he had a better angle into my warm, wet vagina.I looked over my shoulder and saw him bent awkwardly to not only get a good angle to penetrate me, but also reach his hand around to massage my clit. It felt amazing, but I didn’t want him to be so uncomfortable. Since my calves hurt anyway, I looked around to come up with a better solution. My passenger side window was still open and not even a foot away.“Wait one second, hold up,” I said as he pumped his mass into me. He slowed his hips.“What is it?” he asked.I tiptoed over a few feet and stuck my head through the open window, bending over and resting my hips on the car door while putting my hands on the seat in front of me. I spread my legs and relaxed my calves, able to put my weight on the car now. Without a prompt from me, he started to pump again. The angle was different now; it felt like he could go farther in me before he got too deep. Maybe I was just getting used to him.With both hands he gripped my hips and sped up. I don’t know what compelled me to let Mr. Chapman enter me without protection again. I knew full well he was going to unleash his seed inside me and I was perfectly OK with that. Not only was I OK with it, I actually wanted him to. What was it about this handsome black man that made me so reckless?I was shocked and slightly ashamed of myself during our first encounter. I barely knew him and yet I irresponsibly let him inside me where he proceeded to pump me full of cream like I was an éclair. I knew it was risky, but I went along with it anyway and was thrilled with my decision after. This was only our second meeting, and I was taking him inside me once again without a second thought. In a few short, blissful moments he would fill me with his sperm again and for some reason I was totally down.His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me. I was amazed at his self control, going Bayan Escort as deep as he was but not all the way. Part of me wanted him to just force himself in balls deep. I wanted him to let loose and enjoy my body to its fullest, but I knew I would regret it. Maybe in time I would learn to accept his full length. For now, there was more than enough of Mr. Chapman to keep me satisfied.My car made squeaking noises as the suspension rocked back and forth. If anyone saw us it would look ridiculous with my butt hanging out the window like it was. Not to mention what they would think if they saw a big black cop plowing a little white college girl. Without context there would be a scandal for sure. Even with context, we barely knew each other. What was our story, that we were friends with benefits and I didn’t want a ticket?I watched the air freshener hanging from my rear-view mirror swing back and forth in time with his thrusts. My thighs were cold, hanging against the metal of my car, but the rest of me was warm and tingly. I felt his hand smack my booty and I let out a little yelp. I looked back at him and he smiled at me. I smiled back and said, “Yeah baby, you get me out of that speeding ticket!” like we were in some cheesy porn movie. He grinned and spanked me again, this time on the other cheek.My breasts swung and jiggled underneath me and I wished that he could see them. I knew he was fond of them, it would have been a great show. His massive cock swelled up inside me. What was already rock hard turned to steel. His fingers wrapped around to the crease of my hip bone for more leverage and held me tight while he thrust into me from behind. He was ready to explode.His pace quickened and his self control wavered. Every few thrusts he would push just a little too far to where it was uncomfortable, but I didn’t care because I knew he was about to unload his aching balls and I wanted every single drop. His tired huffs turned to grunts. His grunt turned to a growl. His growl rose to a roar as his balls unleashed a wave of thick, creamy sperm between my legs.The feeling of his cock bucking and twitching inside me was heaven. My vagina filled with warmth and the previous friction disappeared with the fresh batch of lubrication being pumped inside me as his pace increased. By now he was slamming his rigid cock inside me and that feeling, mixed with the thrill of being outside, brought my arousal up like I was climbing the first and largest drop of a roller coaster. The feeling of going over that first hill was always the most exciting, and I was almost there, ready to climax along with him.I stood on my tiptoes again to lift my hips off the edge of my car window and allow room for my arm to sneak through. I fumbled with my skirt, trying to keep myself upright with his continued thrusts, and got my hand down between my legs. I slipped my fingers down, scooping up some of the sperm dripping out of me and used it as lube to begin rubbing my clit with all four fingers.His hips bucked erratically as his cock head became too sensitive to thrust into me any more. I heard him panting like a dog ready to pass out. He wanted to take a breather, but I wouldn’t allow it. I was so close; I wasn’t about to let him off the hook. I planted my feet on the ground and pushed off the seat in front of me, driving my hips back along his shaft as it continued to pulsate inside me and deposit his seed.His growl rose an octave, which almost made me laugh. I pushed my thighs against the car and used the leverage to grind back against him, working his cock inside me as I approached an orgasm of my own. His hands left my thighs and slapped the roof of my car. I could tell the sensation was bordering on too intense, but I didn’t care. If he was going to get me this horny, I was going to leave satisfied.I felt his sperm trickle down my leg as I bounced my hips back against him, pushing his cock head deep inside me while rubbing myself. My stomach fluttered. I was so damn close. Then I felt his length pulling away, to escape the pleasure of my tight pussy. “No!” I huffed, reaching back and grabbing his belt so he couldn’t escape. His voice rose another octave, bordering on high pitched. I couldn’t hold it back this time, I started laughing.I held his belt tight and bounced against his cock, bringing myself to orgasm. My laugh turned into a moan and my thighs shook with my effort. My knees buckled and all my weight went onto the car. I pulled his belt toward me, forcing his cock deep inside me as my vagina squeezed and twitched around his softening length. A wave of tremors went over my whole body and my moan turned into a giggle. Now it was too intense for me as well.I let go of his belt, giving us both a much-needed rest. He staggered back into the grass and literally fell over. My body relaxed, and I just hung there with my torso in the car and my bare legs hanging out the window. As his cock left me, a gush of cum did too, but I didn’t mind. The two of us panted in silence for a moment, me hanging on my car and him splayed out on the grass.“But for real, you need to stop speeding,” he said after a while. I laughed out loud and pushed myself out of the car window, hobbling over to lie on the grass with him.“You’re still gonna give me a ticket?” I asked.“No, but I’ve caught you speeding a few times down this road. I just never pull you over,” he said.I put my head on his chest. It felt weird because of the kevlar vest he wore underneath. “Wait, I have so many questions. You’re a real cop?”“Yes ‘mam,” he said, wrapping a tired arm around my shoulder.“How do you afford that house?”“When my parents died, they left me a lot of money. Instead of just retiring, I thought I’d use my privilege to help others.”“So, like, you donate?”“No, I just put most of it into some solid investments, got myself a nice place and live off the interest, mostly. Since I don’t have to work, I thought I’d do something to help. Being a cop was what I chose to do.”That was hot. Here was a man who could literally never work a day in his life, but had decided to put his life at risk to help others anyway. How was he not married? At least I assumed he wasn’t married. He never wore a ring, and I didn’t see any signs of another woman in his house. That wasn’t 100% proof though.“Are you married?” I asked.“Nope.”“Why not?”“Never found the right girl, I suppose.”I looked down and saw his cum-covered dick in the moonlight. I pushed myself up and leaned over, licking the cum off his softening shaft and swallowing it to clean him off. He moaned as I did so. Once again he tasted like dark chocolate pretzels. Sweet, salty and just a hint bitter. I freaking loved it. He pushed his hand through my hair, keeping it out of the mess.“How come you’ve never pulled me over?” I asked as I finished cleaning off his cock. I squeezed from base to tip, milking out what was left inside his shaft and watching it ball up at his tip like I was squeezing out the last of the toothpaste.“I don’t know. I like you,” he said.I licked and swallowed the dollop of sperm.“Want my number?”He looked down at me as I pushed his dick back into his pants and zipped him up.“Absolutely.”

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