Wife is Blackmailed and Gang Banged

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Scrolling through Tumblr and other sex-posting sites has been a thing I do to explore fantasies. So, while I’m happily married to a gorgeous, brilliant, and fun wife and we have an active sex life, the thrill of seeing risqué and taboo posts has an allure of which I can’t seem to let go. Pics of hot wives and MMF scenarios are fantasies that are particularly appealing. A pic of a woman with cum-dripping from her pussy with a tagline of something like, ‘come lick your goddess clean’ are about perfect.

Our account is shared, and she sees what I post and “like” and it’s a fun way to reveal fantasies to her – she sees them and will sometimes talk about them before we have sex. For example, the other night we were lying next to each other in bed and she was looking at her phone and must have seen what I had been looking at online. She rolled over and straddled me. She was wearing lacy panties and a tank top with no bra – the usual bedtime outfit.

While pulling off the tank top she looked down at me and said, “So, you like the thought of me fucking other guys and coming home to tell you about it? What if we pretend I was just out at a bar in that tiny red dress you like and I took two guys into the bathroom and let them fuck me while bent over the sink? I’d come home and slide off my panties while standing over you and show you my cum-filled pussy. I’d make you smell and lick my pussy before riding your dick lubed-up with cum from two different guys.” She’s amazing that way – not judgmental – just caring and adventurous.

She also knows I post pictures of her incredible nude body. We have a “no faces” policy for any pics of us, as we are both reasonably high profile and well-known in town and want to remain anonymous. It’s dangerous, but her ass is just too good not to be shared, and the responses from people who see them are a turn on I can’t turn off.

I love when people message about her tight, petite, ass and pussy (she’s 5’1 and fit). Sometimes they ask whether we share and invite others. Letting her see the messages and respond is fun. Whether it’s a guy or girl, she will say something like, ‘Not yet, but we’re open-minded; she me yours and I’ll show you mine.’

On occasion, the online messaging with strangers gets more intense. I’ve had deep discussions of fantasies and will sometimes direct message the most intimate photos of the two of us. Such was the case a couple months ago with a male follower who responded via a direct message after I posted a pic of me fucking her from behind. In the pic she’s creaming on my dick and you can see her tight little asshole. It’s a good one.

The Username on the message was BiMaleBull. We started a conversation about our fantasies and my wife. He loved the naked pictures of her. I shared a lot both in terms of more graphic pics of the two of us and details of the most extreme things I would want to do as a couple.

The discussion continued over a couple weeks and trust began to build. I broke the “no faces” rule on pics. A mistake. On a Sunday morning I received an email, not a message via the Tumblr messaging app, but an email to my work account.

The email subject line was: “I know who you two are”

The email had every picture of the two of us that had been posted along with public pictures of our faces. It also included screenshots of what I had said about my fantasies.

He said he would post the images on every possible site. This would cost us our jobs, our privacy, our reputations. BiMaleBull said he would start making demands, and we had better respond or suffer the public humiliation.

There was nothing to do other than tell my wife. I showed her the email and she read every word of what I had said to BiMaleBull about my deepest, darkest fantasies. She was understanding, but worried.

The first demand came via the messaging app. It included a picture of the two of us from a charity fundraiser that must have been in the paper along with a picture of me fucking her from behind. It said that we needed to go to a public park and take a picture of her completely naked sucking beşevler escort my dick with her full face in the image. We knew sending the pic would give him more ammunition, but the truth was, he already had all he needed.

We did it.

We went a few blocks to a park near our home and she stripped down. Despite the situation, seeing my beautiful wife stark naked in a public park in the middle of the day was enough to get me hard. She knelt down to suck my dick, looked up, and I took the pic of her full face performing the act and sent it to our blackmailer. He responded, “Good job. We’re just getting started.”

The next demand came the following day. “I want to see something more interesting than that. Buy a double-ended strap on, fuck your husband and send me the video or all goes public.”

I copied the image of the message and texted it to my wife at work. She responded, “What choice do we have? How far with this go? I can’t lose my job. What will my mother say?”

When she came home that night, she told me she had been to an adult entertainment store on the way home and described parking two blocks away to hide her identity.

We had never done something like this but had no choice. We went to our bedroom and got undressed. It was such a turn on to watch her reach into the shopping bag and pull out the strap on. She undressed and pulled a tube of lubricant she had also purchased. Squirting it into her hand, she applied it to the female side of the double-ended strap on, and it was awesome. She stepped into it and slowly inserted the lubed dildo into her little pussy. She liked it. She then pulled the belt tight and looked at me and said, “Ok, baby, your turn.”

Watching her walk across the bedroom with a 9-inch plastic dick to come peg me while knowing that she had a similarly-sized dildo inserted deep in her pussy, was unreal. She said, “This is your fault and I’m going to enjoy it.”

She then squirted the lube on the strap on and said, “Turn over.”

I got on my knees at the end of the bed and felt the cold, wet plastic dildo press against my ass.

She said, “I’m not sure I can do this, but here goes.”

She then began pushing and maneuvering it to try and penetrate. Then she got in. Unreal. Being filled and having your wife slide in and out of your ass for the first time is remarkable. Knowing that the action was getting her off with a large dildo inserted in her pussy made it even better.

Her orgasm started to build and she lost all control or thought and began pumping as she got off. Then she remembered; we had to have proof. “I have to video this,” she said breathlessly as she pumped away.

She reached for her phone and I knew the humiliation was going to be documented for all time. She pumped harder and started making the noises associated with her coming. Embarrassed, I too started to cum. We both finished at about the same time. She fell against my back and gave another thrust into my ass one more time and said, “We are doing that again.”

She pulled out and rolled over onto her back with her strap on dick sticking straight up. She had her iPhone in her hand and she was sending the video to our blackmailer to tell him that the task had been completed. She almost seemed pleased or enthusiastic.

The next demand came two days later with the subject line, “Gang Fuck.” In it were detailed instructions about how we were to drive an hour from the city to a rural highway rest area that had been closed. When we got there we were to strip down and tie up my wife for her to be gangbanged. We talked about it at length and decided we had no choice. He said he had “handpicked” the guys and they would be respectful and disease-free, but that we had to oblige or be exposed.

On the appointed Saturday, we got into the car to drive to our blackmailer’s next demand. She wore clothes that could be easily taken off. We pulled into the closed rest area parking spot and parked. No one else was there. The highway was a simple two-lane far from anywhere. büyükesat escort Holding, hands, we got out and walked past the restrooms and down a dirt path. It was late November and here was some snow on the ground and we walked down the dirt path. Once beyond the parking lot, the rest area was scenic and overlooked a river. In a small clearing off the path was the picnic table that BiMaleBull said would be there.

We faced each other and looked each other in the eyes – scared, nervous, but also excited. She started stripping. We pulled her sweater over her head and removed her bra. She then stepped out of her Sorel boots and pulled down her LuLu yoga pants. Standing in the cold, fall weather wearing only her panties, her nipples got hard and she shivered.

She hopped up on the picnic table, laid back, and lifted her hips and started pulling down her panties. I helped pull them down her legs and put them in my pocket. There she was. Gorgeous, naked girl lying on top of a cold, wood picnic table with her perfectly waxed vagina. Even though it was cloudy, the outdoor light exposed her bare pussy in a way that was different. I couldn’t help but briefly suck on each tiny little nipple and kiss her pussy lips as she laid prone on the table with her knees up.

I took the ropes from an envelope that our blackmailer had sent that included detailed instructions on what to expect and what to do. I tied both hands to the table over her head. Her tiny boobs got even smaller when she was stretched out. With her knees up, I then looped the ropes around each ankle and tied them to the table – her pussy was at the very end of the table. She opened and closed her knees, lifted her crotch to the sky, and said, “I’m cold and scared but really turned on, baby.” I kissed her while rubbing her belly and said, “I love you.”

We heard car doors slam in the parking lot above, and she said, “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening.”

Four guys in their 30’s, all reasonably fit and healthy looking, came down the hill. The instructions were clear, and as stated, they were as informed as we were on how things would proceed.

It probably wasn’t too hard to get four attractive, healthy, and disease-free guys to arrive at a rest spot in a rural area after posting pictures of my hot, naked, little wife and asking for volunteers to fuck her in an outdoor gang bang.

When they reached us at the table, the first guy looked down on my wife and said, “I’m Steve. This is amazing, she’s beautiful, you sure guys want to do this?”

Knees up and stark naked in the outdoors, my wide said, “I do, and we need to.”

“Ok,” said Steve, “I’m going last, but we’re all going to fuck this gorgeous little thing and record it.”

All four guys began undressing and throwing their clothes on the ground and on the picnic table. Steve turned to me and said, “you’re supposed to get naked too.” So, I too undressed while the guys surrounded her and began touching her body and rubbing her tiny tits, tummy, and pussy.

The first guy was hard and stood at the end of the picnic table between her legs and rubbed the tip of his dick against her little pussy lips. He then began guiding his dick and thrusting into her cunt. She moaned a little and picked her head up to watch the first unknown dick of her life begin to penetrate her.

She watched as he pushed through and began pumping into her. She leaned back and let him fuck her. He lasted a few minutes and pumped hard at the end, putting his hands on her hips and fishing deep in her pussy.

The second guy had been watching her naked little body start to get turned on and was ready for his turn. He quickly stepped in place thrust into her. He pumped hard from the start while thumbing her clit. It wasn’t long before she lifted her hips, which meant she was trying to get off. With her ankles tied and arms over her head, she had her butt off the table and was arching her back to get him as deep as possible.

The third guy stepped onto the bench and tilted her head, çankaya escort He wanted her to suck his dick while she was being fucked. She opened her mouth and began sucking him as he thrusted slightly. Not long thereafter, the second guy finished in her pussy, leaving another load.

The third guy pulled out of her mouth and moved around to now gaping pussy that was starting to leak semen. Standing at the end of the table and behind the guys fucking my wife, I was hard and couldn’t help but to touch myself as he positioned himself to fuck her. He had both hands gripped on her tiny tits as he thrust in and out. He also finished deep inside of her with a huge thrust and her meeting him with her wanting hips.

Steve, the fourth guy, was to fuck her pussy and then turn her over and penetrate her virgin asshole. I knew this, as I had read the instructions, but left butt-fucking part out when telling her what we had to do to save our reputation. I knew she might not agree. He slid in easily into her pussy, or course, and she moaned softly and said, “Yes, please. I love it.” Pumping in and out, cum was flowing around his cock and dripping down her crotch and pooling in her ass, but I knew what was next.

After a few minutes, he pulled out with an audible creamy noise and said, “Ok, Sweety, time for your other side.” Her eyes had been closed, enjoying the constant, rhythmic, outdoor, stranger sex, where her body was exposed, but when she heard that, her eyes opened and she said, “what?”

“I’m going to fuck your little virgin ass.”

The other guys began untying the ropes that had been holding her arms while Steve untied her ankle ropes. He pulled her toward by grabbing her ankles and then flipped her over with her feet on the ground and her torso bent over the end of the table with her ass exposed.

“I’ve never done that, it’s going to hurt,” she said.

“I’m going to make it feel good,” he said.

With that, he stuck two fingers into her well-used pussy and scooped out cum. He then pulled her butt cheeks apart and rubbed the cum all over her asshole and into her ass – inserting a finger into to her anus to loosen her up. He then aimed his rock-hard dick at her tiny little asshole and slowly began inserting it into her. She protested, but he slowly went deeper and deeper until he was all the way in and pressing against her butt cheeks at the end of every thrust. He eventually built up a rhythm and she began to push back and reached down with her right hand to rub her clit while supporting herself with her left hand as she was being fucked in the ass.

Steve didn’t last long in her tight, virgin asshole. He pumped into her butt and finished deep inside her canal. With both hands on her hips, he slowly and audibly pulled out of her tight ass. Having read the instructions, I knew what was next. I was too suck his cock clean, and then lick her ass and pussy.

Steve had the instructions and knew this as well. “Ok, pal – we fucked her good, time to finish.”

I knelt down and Steve took a step forward holding his semi-hard dick. I pulled it into my mouth and sucked him. I’d never done that before, but it was amazing in the moment. I could taste the guy’s cum, her ass, and her and pussy. Per BiMaleBull’s instructions, I knew it was being filmed and would be sent to him.

After sucking his cock, I stood up. My wife had been watching me suck Steve’s cock. She smiled and hopped back up on the picnic table, laid back, opened her legs, and while making eye contact said, “clean me, baby. It’s part of the deal.” I walked over and put my mouth on her well-used, oozing pussy. I tasted their cum and her cum and licked and sucked her for a few minutes.

We stood up and the guys began dressing. Steve came over and said, “I’m BiMaleBull, you did an amazing job, and we’re only just beginning – I have even more pics and vids now”. He winked and walked up to the car and we heard them drive off.

I dressed and we walked up the path holding hands with her completely naked. The instructions stated she was to remain nude the entire way home. I took pictures of her naked as she walked as proof. Then she climbed into our car. I turned the heat on high and I backed out and began our drive home with her naked and leaking cum from her ass and pussy onto the seats. As we drove, other vehicles slowed to look and snap pictures of her naked body in the passenger seat. This was just the beginning, he said…

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Who Can it Be?

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“Who could that be,” Tia wondered as the doorbell of her condo rang.

She had arrived home late. Although it was a Friday, she had no party to go to tonight and had decided to stay extra long at the office to catch up on some paperwork. She had only managed to hang up her blazer, kick off her shoes and toss her pantyhose into the hamper. Dinner was next on the agenda.

The bell repeated itself, and Tia snuck through her darkened living room to peek out the peephole. It was Jack. Tia’s heart fluttered as she called out, quickly re-tucked her silk blouse into her office skirt and checked herself in the mirror. She unlocked the door to see Jack leaning against the doorframe with a smile. Another guy was with him.

“Hey,” Jack smiled at her.

“Hey,” she echoed with a smile.

“Listen, I didn’t have anything to do and thought we could come over and hang out.” The other guy held up a six-pack.

“Sure,” she agreed.

“Tia, this is Matt,” Jack said. “You cool with this?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said, shaking Matt’s hand and holding the door open for them.

Jack smiled at her as he handed her his jacket. He had known Tia for over four years, back when they were both new to the area, and she was his former girlfriend’s roommate from back then. Since then he had helped her move, helped her with her car, helped her move again, and flirted with her when they ran into each other. She had confided in him during a difficult breakup. Although there had been some electricity between them, one or the other, usually both, had been unavailable. He had never come over like this, though, and she was excited to see him, wondering what had motivated him. Jack stood about a head taller than her, jet-black hair, mischievous brown eyes and what she had always considered a sensuous mouth. She even found the scar on his chin enticingly manly.

Jack kept his eyes on her for a bit too long. He knew what he had in mind, and was deeply curious what would happen. He wondered if his crazy plan would work out. He had always liked her, not in a girlfriend sense really, but still he was interested. She was about 5’3″, light brown hair, medium chest, cute, with an infectious laugh. She seemed to be warm to him, and he knew she was between boyfriends for the past few months.

Matt gave her his jacket also, and Jack turned on the TV. Matt sat on the small sofa and Jack took the armchair on the side. Tia sat next to Matt and they made small talk for a while before ordering pizza for dinner. Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off her, and she was keenly aware of his interest. After eating, Tia rose to clean up, and Jack carried the empty soda cans into the kitchen. She put the forgotten six-pack in the fridge to cool, tossed a bag of popcorn in the microwave and got out some glasses, ice and a 2-liter as Jack stood by and watched her.

“So what’s up?” she asked. “I hadn’t seen Matt around before.”

“No, he’s an old college buddy just up for the weekend. You like him?”

Tia shrugged and turned the microwave. “He’s kinda cute, I guess.”

“Well, I thought you and me and him could…you know.”

Tia froze and turned slowly to him. “What?” she said coldly.

“You know,” Jack said, smiling, with a nudge of his chin.

“That better not be the ‘you know’ that I think you’re thinking of.”

“Yup.”

“Jack, what the fuck? What made you think I would do something like that?” Tia asked incredulously.

“Nothing. I just thought you might be interested,” he shrugged, still smiling, his eyes twinkling lasciviously.

“Jack, no! Hell no!”

Jack continued to smile at her, and she turned to pull the popcorn out.

“I can’t believe you think of me like that!”

“Com’on, babe, I know you’ve felt the sparks between you and me. I know you want me, and I want you.”

“You and me, okay, let’s get rid of him, but fuck, no way.”

“No,” he smiled with his arms crossed and shook his head.

Tia stared at him. “No? You rather leave this if you can’t?” she asked, motioning her hand down her body.

“Yup.”

“No. Jack, no.”

“Com’on babe, no one will ever know. You know I never told anyone about our discussion when you broke up with Frank. Matt flies back east Sunday. He won’t talk. I even parked in the upper lot. I’ll make sure nothing gets out of hand.”

“You really thought I would!” she gaped at him.

“I hoped.”

“Jack,” she complained, “Seriously, no! I’m not that kinda girl.”

“Alright,” Jack shrugged, still smiling, “It’s cool. It’s your decision. I just thought you’d be interested.”

“Well, you thought wrong,” she glared at his smile for a few moments.

“Your toes are cute,” he grinned glancing down. Tia instinctively curled her toes as if to hide them.

“Leave my toes out of this,” she frowned with a grin.

“You still cool with us hanging out?” he asked as he picked up the glasses and the 2-liter.

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“Cool. That way if you change your mind,” he winked.

Tia shook her head in ankara olgun escort disgust as she took the popcorn and followed him out.

“Holy shit,” she hissed, stopping, “how am I going to go back out there and face him?”

“Cause it would look strange for you to stay in here,” he laughed over his shoulder.

Tia glowered at his back as he left. She followed him out, blushing furiously as she saw the back of Matt’s head. The TV provided the only light in the room and she consoled herself that he couldn’t see her blush. Jack put the glasses down while standing in front of his chair, leaving the cushion next to Matt as the only spot for her. She glared at Jack again and sat down next to Matt, but as far away as possible. Jack waited until she sat to move next to her.

“Move over,” he said, nudging her leg.

The sofa could sit three small girls comfortably, but it would be a little tight with the three of them.

“Sit in the chair.”

“No, you can’t see the TV from there. Move your pretty ass over.”

Tia scowled at him and scooted over, leaving a fair gap between her and Matt. Jack squeezed in and nudged her closer. Tia glanced at him. She was now sandwiched between two guys who had come over to have sex with her. The room crackled with sexual tension. She snuck a glance at Matt, who was staring at the TV. He seemed cute enough. He was a little shorter than Jack, but a lot wider in the shoulders. His arms looked kinda big, and he looked thin enough that he might be sporting a six-pack. Light brown short hair, not bad. She leaned back between them, shoulder to shoulder, her nerves on edge. Jack said it was okay not to do anything, but would Matt think the game was still on? What would she do if he leaned into her? They bought a PPV and settled in, the popcorn sitting in her lap. Every movement Matt made caused her heart to jump. Unbidden visions of the two of them moving in on her started to creep into her head. This was something she had never ever thought of doing. She slipped another sidelong glance at Matt. And yet…

Time slipped by and she caught herself spreading her legs unconsciously as he reached in for a handful. The movie ended without incident and Matt had done nothing more alarming than take popcorn out of the bag in her lap. She wondered if he thought she wasn’t pretty. The thought grated on her. If she had been warned, she could have put on some makeup or dressed a little more provocatively. There was no way she was going to do anything like Jack had suggested, but it would be nice if Matt would at least show some interest. He could at least respect her enough to give her the opportunity to say no. Matt asked if he could use the restroom and she pointed it out to him and he walked out.

Tia picked up the empty popcorn bag and walked out with a cold glance at Jack. Jack grinned at her and followed her to the kitchen.

“Well, looks like your little plan failed.”

“How’s that?”

“Your boy Matt isn’t interested.”

“What makes you think that?”

She smirked at him. “A guy comes over for a threesome and then doesn’t even touch me? He’s not interested.”

“He didn’t come over for a threesome.”

“What?”

“I told you, it’s all your choice. He has no idea.”

“What?”

Jack just shrugged.

“So what the fuck? You thought I was going to seduce him or something? What, you want me to do a strip tease? What kind of male fantasy were you thinking of?”

“Well, it’s a fantasy of mine.”

Tia slapped him. “I should have done that when you walked in,” she snapped.

Jack glared her for a shocked instant and then lunged, grabbing the hand she had slapped him with and pulling her close in an aggressive hug.

“What the fuck, T?” he demanded angrily. Tia looked up had him helplessly and suddenly was completely aware of how badly she wanted him. “I just thought you’d be interested. So I’m an idiot. So I’m a fuck-head. I said it was cool if you weren’t into it. There’s no call to get violent.” He roughly pushed her away and rubbed his cheek.

Tia stared at him for a moment. “I’m…sorry,” she offered.

“Forget it,” he snapped and stalked off to the restroom.

Tia stood alone in the kitchen, badly shaken. After all they had been through, he seemed really hurt by her. “He’s just a guy,” she thought, “he probably believed it was a good idea.” Tia walked out and sat down by Matt, lost in thought.

Jack smiled at himself in the bathroom mirror. “Now or never,” he smiled. If she didn’t kick them out, it was on. Now all that had to happen was for Matt to react like a guy.

Tia looked up hopefully as Jack returned. He ignored her and sat back in the armchair.

“You can sit here,” she offered timidly, patting the cushion next to her.

Jack looked at her with a smile and came over to join her on the sofa. He patted her knee and looked back to the TV. Tia smiled at him and made her decision. She would do it. She would do it for him. ankara ucuz escort

She looked at Matt for a moment as butterflies filled her stomach. This was crazy, she thought as she licked her lips nervously. She looked at Jack, smiling knowingly at her and he nudged his chin at her. She looked back at Matt and stared at him until he turned to her. She suddenly realized she had never initiated a first kiss. She quickly leaned into him, placing a hand on the back of his head as she kissed him. Her tongue split his surprised lips and danced with his for a moment. He pulled away.

“Yo,” he said.

Tia eyes widened and the smile vanished from her face as she saw the shock on his face. “Oh my God,” she said and jumped up, covering her mouth in embarrassment. “Oh my God,” she repeated as she ran back to her bedroom, mortified at his reaction. She slammed her door and went into her closet and hid her face in her hands, shaking in humiliation.

Jack turned back from watching her departure. “Yo?” he asked Matt.

“She kissed me!”

“And ‘Yo’ was the best you could come up with?”

Matt looked back to the hallway. “I didn’t expect it,” he tried to apologize.

“Yo?”

Matt looked at him. “You think I should go back there?”

“I think you have to go back there.”

“What should I say?”

“Well, if ‘Yo’ is all you got, I would recommend more kissing and less talking.”

Matt stood and looked down the hallway. He glanced at Jack and walked back. He had to tell her it was okay. Matt knocked softly on her door.

“Tia, you there?”

Tia continued to hide silently in her closet. Eventually Matt opened her door and called to her from inside the room.

“Go away,” she said from her closet.

Matt quickly found her and sat next to her and tried to explain that he was just surprised. He finally coaxed her out of her closet. She was keeping her head down, so he decided against trying to kiss her and instead hugged her for a moment. She returned it lightly, her head awash in conflicting emotions of lust, embarrassment and propriety.

“We should probably go back out there,” she said

Matt agreed and led her back out to the TV. They silently took their familiar places on the sofa, Tia glancing nervously at Jack, brushing her hair back as she sat. After a few minutes of watching the TV in silence, Jack leaned over and kissed her long and hard. Tia melted into him. He broke the kiss and sat back, still facing her.

“Yo,” Tia whimpered, eyes half closed.

“Yo,” Matt echoed, stunned at the turn of events.

Jack nudged her, and she turned to Matt and kissed him again. This time Matt responded eagerly. Tia finally broke the kiss and sat back between her two men.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” she whispered, hands in her lap as she glanced at Jack and then Matt.

“Me either,” Matt said.

“Me either,” Jack echoed.

Jack slowly reached over and cupped Tia’s breast, kneading it gently. Tia sat up rigidly, staring at his hand in shock. Matt reached over and cupped her other breast, and her eyes snapped to him.

“Oh my God,” she squeaked.

They continued to caress her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples as her eyes went from one to the other. She was completely turned on. Jack pulled back for a moment to whip off his t-shirt, and Matt followed suit. Jack took her arm and put it over his shoulder as he settled back in to fondle her breast. Matt placed her other arm over his shoulder, and she found herself wedged deeply between them, completely helpless. She watched as their hands played with her, breathless in arousal.

“Kiss me,” she begged.

Matt was ready to oblige, but Jack stopped him.

“No. No kisses until you are naked.”

“Oh,” Tia panted disappointedly as she stared at his smile.

Jack’s hand drifted up and undid the top button of her blouse before returning to her breast. Moments later, Matt followed suit. Tia squirmed as she watched them work, her hands holding on to their shoulders, completely at their tender mercies.

“If you want us to stop, just tell us,” Jack breathed. “We’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Jack smiled and undid another button, with Matt following suit and opening the last one. They tugged the blouse out of her skirt and opened it full, displaying her bra, and Jack swore reverently as it was revealed. Tia’s breathing became even more ragged as they started to stroke her skin and her silky bra. Jack noticed her bra had a front clasp and opened the it. Suddenly her bra was hanging loosely over her breasts. Tia watched as two hands slid up under her bra and cupped her bare breasts, gasping as they started to roll her nipples. Jack leaned in and Tia tried to capture him in a kiss, but he avoided it and instead started to lick and kiss her neck. Matt followed and she groaned at the feeling.

“Don’t give her a hickey,” Jack warned. “I want her skin clear.”

Matt shrugged and ankara yabancı escort went back to kissing her neck. Jack slid down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, with Matt only a second behind. Tia struggled in helpless ecstasy at the pleasure. Matt was noticeably rougher, nibbling and tugging on her nipples. With his hand free, Matt slid his hand down to her knee and started stroking her thigh. She spread her legs a little and Jack started stroking her other thigh. Jack worked his other hand behind her back and found the zipper to her skirt. She raised her hips as best she could and soon her skirt slipped down past her knees and fell to the floor.

“Holy shit!” Matt laughed.

“What are those?” Jack asked with a grin.

Tia looked down and realized they were making fun of her granny panties. She tried to cross her legs in embarrassment.

“They’re my work underwear!”

“Jeez, I’ve only seen those in 60’s movies!”

“It’s like a museum piece!”? “Stop it,” she complained.

“How do you get those things off?” Matt asked, tugging at it.

“Do you need a key?” Jack asked with a smirk.

“No, just pull them off,” she squealed.

“They’re absolutely huge!”

“Guys!” she squirmed, still wedged tightly between them as they ignored her and continued to marvel at her choice of undergarments.

“I think the old lady across the used to hang things like out to dry.”

“They don’t even have a pattern on them!”

Tia leaned back and groaned, kicking her feet in embarrassment. Jack reached down and stroked her gently between her legs and she jumped.

“Well, I’m pretty intimidated,” Jack said, returning his hand to fondle her breast.

“Me too,” Matt agreed, slipping his hand to her crotch and starting to stroke her. “Do you want to try and get them off?”

“How about we play rock, paper, scissors to see who has to try first.”

“Guys, please!”

“Okay.”

Matt won on the second throw. He slid off the sofa to his knees, freeing Tia’s arm. She quickly reached down to cover herself.

“See?” he said as he gathered the waistband and pretended to pull, “They have like a build-in protection mechanism!”

“Amazing!” Jack exclaimed before leaning forward to capture a nipple in his mouth.

Tia gasped in pleasure as she continued to try and cover herself.

“Maybe we should bend her over,”

“If you think it will help,” Jack agreed, scooping her up and depositing her upside down over the arm of the sofa.

Tia found her face jammed into Jack’s lap, his obvious erection against her cheek as he pulled her bra and blouse off. Hands free, she immediately tried to cover her upturned ass. Jack reached out and pulled her hands up to her back.

“Dude, you have to see this,” Matt said from behind her.

Jack got up and looked.

“Those things are enormous,” he breathed as Tia squealed in embarrassed laughter. “See if you can get them off.”

Tia felt Matt’s hands grab her panties and slowly pull them down. The jokes suddenly stopped and the room fell silent, punctuated only by the sounds of their ragged breathing.

“Wow,” she heard as hands started to roam her bottom and between her legs.

Tia moaned in pleasure. Jack sat back down above her head and pulled her up to him, flipping her back onto her back. Taking firm possession of her face, he looked at her for a moment before kissing her. Tia dove in with him. Moments later she felt a trail of fire work it’s way up calf to her knee, and then slowly up her thigh as Matt kissed his way up her leg. Tia moaned wildly. Oral sex had always blown her mind, so much so that she couldn’t even 69 with her boyfriends, she always got too distracted. Matt’s tongue softly started licking her clit and she jumped, pushing down on his head with her free hand. After a few moments she started to thrash about in ecstasy, and Jack broke their kiss and took firm possession of her face again.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Tia tried to force her eyes open as Matt tongued her pussy. Jack drank in the wild pleasure in her face, her massively dilated pupils in eyes that couldn’t focus.

“Look at me,” he demanded again, and Tia struggled to comply, gasping for air as she writhed on Matt’s tongue.

“Matt,” Jack said, “My turn.”

Tia lay gasping as the two switched places. Matt gathered her arms and started to kiss her as Jack licked his way up her leg. With her arms captured, her pussy was left completely defenseless to Jack’s assault, and she bucked violently as Jack gripped her hips and started to softly lick her. Matt stayed in the kiss even after Tia lost any ability to reciprocate. Jack’s tongue worked her expertly, and after just a few minutes he slid a finger into her. A massive orgasm immediately washed over her, screaming into Matt’s mouth. Her hands still trapped, she was powerless to push Jack away, and he continued to lick her for a few more moments.

“Let’s take her back to the bedroom,” Jack said, getting up.

Matt scooped her limp body up into his arms and quickly carried her back to her room, where he dropped her on her queen-sized bed.

“Who goes first?” Matt asked.

Tia sat up and reached out to both of them, fumbling with their waistbands, trying to free the enormous bulges they were sporting. Jack realized this wasn’t going to work.

“You go first,” he said and went to lean on her dresser.

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What’s a Little Swapping?

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“So, this is the new girl, eh? The one who captured our Mario’s heart. Don’t let him pretend otherwise. He wouldn’t have agreed to marry a girl who didn’t do that to him. I know him, intimately, in case you didn’t already know that. We’re lovers, at least I hope that we still are. Eric and I would be very disappointed otherwise. We’re still lovers, aren’t we, Mario, even though you’ve clearly found your princess?” Bobbie winked and pouted, even as she teased me about the idea that Carly was my “princess,” like the one that Mario rescued in the game.

“Always, lover. Always. And yes, I adore my sweet princess here. Seems that I have two ladies to pamper now. Eric just has the one, though if Carly ever wants him to bed her and spoil her, I wouldn’t object. Carly, he really does have a nice package,” I chuckled, putting Eric on the spot as I reassured both of my women now.

“Nor would I, actually,” Bobbie winked at Eric and licked her lips, “I’d love to watch that, or perhaps arrange a little wife-swapping, wife-sharing fun in the future.”

Eric’s bulge tattled on him, of course, revealing that he wouldn’t oppose a night or two in the sack or a quickie with Carly Salazar, but who would? Aside from a totally gay or asexual man, or a totally straight or asexual woman, who would be able to resist my Carly? The way that Carly’s dimples showed and her eyes blazed with lust, there was no doubt in mind that it was only a matter of time, of when, not if, my sweet fiancee would take Eric as her lover. It was hard to say who would be the aggressor, in fact. She might very well beat him to the punch, I thought.

“Guys, I wouldn’t object, but it would have to be on her terms, as she wished, not on mine. You’ve both given your blessing, but the final say would be hers,” Eric reminded us, further ensuring that Carly would rise to the bait.

“Well, then, if you guys don’t mind, I’d like to do that right now, if that’s okay. Eric having turned the decision over to me, I want to fuck him right now. How about it, Eric? You did put the ball in my court. I choose to have sex with you. Are you as good as your word or will you back out now?” Carly pressed her claim, exciting both Bobbie and me as we prepared to watch my fiancee take her husband to bed.

“Only if you insist, baby girl,” Eric assured her.

“Now, honey, I think that she just did. You deferred to her judgment. No backing out now. My husband is a man of his word, right?” Bobbie urged him to go through it.

“Yeah, don’t disappoint Carly. Have I ever let you or Bobbie down about my affair with her?” I observed.

“Come on, stud. Let’s just see if you can put that mouth of yours to work doing more than just talk,” Carly raised her skirt and yanked down her panties to invite Eric to taste her pussy first.

“Well, buddy, I guess that there’s only one thing to do. Eat my princess out, pamper her and spoil her rotten,” I encouraged my best friend, the husband of my girlfriend, to do what he clearly wanted to do to my fiancee.

“Oh, Dios mio!” Carly began cussing, as Eric knelt before her on my sofa and began to part her thighs to taste her sweet, luscious pussy.

“I think that you have him well-trained, babe,” I teased Bobbie, who blushed, but nodded.

“He didn’t require too much, but being together for a while helped, and I must confess that he trained me as well…..and our affairs with others helped, too. Including my affair with you. All told, he’s a magnificent husband and lover, as are you. I feel lately as if I have two husbands, and God, I love it! I hope that you feel as if you have two wives…..and, tandoğan escort well, I just hope that it goes where I think that it’s going.

“Maybe someday we can all move in together. Just a thought, anyway. By the way, I think that I should tell you now that…..I’m late. Yep, I’m pretty sure that either your swimmers or Eric’s quickened me. I’m knocked up again, probably for the last time in my life,” Bobbie told me with a sweet, but fiery kiss to the mouth.

“Well, perhaps, I won’t rule it out, though Carly deserves some input in this, as does Eric,” I pointed out, making Bobbie giggle.

“Oh, Eric’s already on board. You don’t see how excited he gets whenever you’re about to visit, though admittedly it helps that he knows how revved I’m going to be. I go from horny to horny to the second or third power, horny on steroids, when I’m in bed with both of you. He gets so much action that it’s not funny. Some husbands would be upset and such, most wouldn’t understand, but Eric…..Eric absolutely loves it, even more than he used to, even more than I expected it, whenever you come by and fuck me. Sharing two women with you would really drive him wild,” Bobbie convinced me, licking her lips at the prospect of moving Carly and me in with Eric and her.

“Oh, damn, speaking of hot and bothered!” I noted just how wild Eric drove Carly with his tongue, eating her ass and her taint as well as her pussy by now.

“Yeah, I think that it’s safe to say that you’re now a card-carrying member of the wife-sharing hubby club, too, even if you haven’t officially tied the knot yet. You don’t exactly seem troubled by it, either. Talk about great luck for Carly and me. We hit the jackpot, two very loving, caring, sharing men! Tell me, is her ass as sweet as he seems to think?” Bobbie asked me, very fascinated by her husband licking another woman’s butt.

“Hell, yeah, honey! It’s absolutely delicious, just as yours is, I might add!” I commented, making her raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, is that a fact? Care to prove it to me right now?” Bobbie invited me, pulling down her Daisy Dukes and bending over with her cheeks spread to offer me another taste.

“Certainly, ma’am. You’re my guest, after all. It would be a poor host who didn’t serve his company, right?” I licked my lips and went down behind Bobbie to devour her truly delectable booty.

“Oh, fuck…..oh, damn!” Bobbie began squirming, squirting, cussing, and biting her lower lip as I licked her ass with relish.

“Yes, absolutely delicious!” I remarked between licks to her beautiful bottom.

“Oops, forgot to warn you that I got fucked back there by Eric earlier this afternoon!” Bobbie recalled suddenly, as I honed in on her pucker and noted that there was indeed a creampie left by her husband.

“You don’t have me fooled, baby, but that’s okay with me,” I told her with a husky, lustful voice, still probing her asshole with my tongue and tasting Eric’s jizz.

“If it helps, feel free to leave one for him, too,” Bobbie told me in her naughty voice, seducing me with her words as I cleaned her out back there.

“Only if you’re sure of that,” I chuckled, even as I watched Eric slide his cock into Carly’s twat at last.

“Yes, please….fuck my ass!” Bobbie begged me to sodomize her, and did I…..oh, yes, I lubed her up good with some remaining peanut oil and began to inch my way up her bum.

“It helps that he left some lube behind himself, you know,” I commented as I began actively buggering Mrs. Anderson.

“It also helps that I’m a slut tunalı escort for you as well as for him, you know. A complete, round-heeled tart for both of you. I’m a total hussy for you, Mario,” Bobbie admitted, “for you and my Eric, I promise you.”

“My dear Mrs. Anderson, that sounds very flattering indeed, especially while my cock is stuffed up your ass, for sure. It does smack of sincerity in such a context,” I laughed and then groaned as my dick pounded her bottom a bit more, feeling that nice, tight backdoor enclose my prick.

“Well, we’ve always been very close, haven’t we? It’s just that we’re even closer now,” Bobbie snickered between moans as she felt me take her deeper and we heard Eric grunt inside Carly’s sweet, soaking wet cunt.

“We should definitely make this a regular thing,” Eric spoke up as he slammed Carly harder from behind.

“Yes, please!” Carly moaned her plea, “I love both of my men! I love Mario and I love Eric and I want to share them with you, Bobbie!”

“So, are you game for it?” Bobbie challenged me as I butt-fucked her, “I dare you to share both of us ladies with Eric and make this a permanent sharing deal!”

“Challenge accepted from my end, at least. Let’s all move in together, too, as you mentioned. Kitchen table poly pact. A proper quad. Two men sharing two women, right? Two couples together as lovers. Wife-sharing and swapping on a constant basis,” I agreed, motivated in no small part by my affection for both of my ladies and my fondness for Eric, too.

“To think that we could even share a bed together, the four of us. Raise children, be a family, if you will. Have breakfast in bed, lunch dates, movie nights, dinner dates, etc. Honeymoon together. Have a wedding night foursome or orgy or something like that. Constant sloppy seconds, even amateur porn! Surprise, ambush seductions, etc. Who knows, maybe explore our sexualities a little more? I’m a little bi-curious myself, I know that much,” Carly suggested right before her breathing became shallow and Eric erupted inside her snatch.

“Oh, fuck, did you have to say that?” Bobbie growled as she creamed herself and I exploded in her ass, “just for that, you gotta let me rim you!”

Carly not only didn’t fight her off, she arched herself and stuck her booty out for Bobbie to get a sample of her sweet culo. Mrs. Anderson spread her cheeks a bit more and dined on her bottom like it was dessert or something. She even began tasting her pussy, while Eric did something that shocked me to my core. He knelt before and put my dick inside his mouth before I could protest. His wink told me everything. Evidently, the girls weren’t the only ones who were bi-curious and hadn’t been for some time now. My best friend had the hots for me and my having sodomized his wife only intensified his craving for gay sex with yours truly.

“Eric, buddy, what gives?” I reacted, knowing that my cock had been up his wife’s ass.

“I’ve fought it for years, bro. I really have. But no more. I…..I crave you. I want to be your lover, too. I want to make this quad complete, baby. I want all four of us to be lovers to each other. All of us. You with me. You with Bobbie. You with Carly. Me with Bobbie. Me with Carly. Carly with Bobbie. Think of how beautiful this would be, four people, all of us lovers, close and intimate, sharing a bed, a breakfast table, a living room…..a home, a life together! Now, excuse me, boyfriend, but I’m going to suck your dick straight from my wife’s bottom! Don’t worry, she’s very clean back there!” Eric reassured me as he continued türbanlı escort Hoovering me, his jaws enclosing on my prick and his hands rubbing my balls in the process.

Meanwhile, Carly and Bobbie were both in the midst of their own bisexual exploration, their tongues and lips devouring each other with obvious enthusiasm. Bobbie made sure that Carly was able to taste her twat and her butt, just as she returned the favor and ravenously went down on my Latina. The sight of Bobbie’s pale skin in contrast to Carly’s brown as every bit as sensual as that of Eric’s own contact with my flesh. He was brown, too, after all, and I was very much an olive-skinned Italian guy, so it was another delicious mix of complexions. I had to admit that he was as great at sucking me as Carly and Bobbie were at eating each other out.

“Oh…..fuck, damn it, Eric!” I groaned as I stiffened in his mouth, knowing that he could taste his good lady wife on me.

“I have to warn you, I like to Top, too. Not just bottom! Would you like to….taste me?” Eric offered me, and I could smell Carly’s cunt on his dick.

“Hell, yeah!” I told him, now just buzzed enough to go for it, as we fell into a sixty-nine next to the ladies, who were also in one.

I let my tongue and lips, my spit slather all over Eric’s rather impressive, albeit circumcised cock (we had that in common). I could feel the veins throb in his dick, could taste the sweat and Carly’s pussy juices on him, could sense his growing heat and passion as I sucked him off. I could also feel his glorious mouth use my meat for its own gratification, as he bathed my prick in his saliva. I had visions of fucking his fine, sleek ass and having him drill my booty as well, his cock probing deep inside my bowels. I never pictured myself having sex with another man before, but Eric was a special case and I suspected that I was more bisexual than I let on before. Then again, from what I could tell, so was he.

For now, however, the ladies were in the mood for more dick, so this kind of sexy bi guy action would have to be tabled for another time. I found myself gravitating toward Carly again, and it wasn’t very long before my cock sank into her twat this time. I could feel her moan as I reclaimed her, my lovely Latin princess, even as Eric took his wife’s pussy back for now. I was certainly on cloud nine myself, feeling her tight, wet twat engulf my dick, drawing me deeper inside her. I began pumping her a bit more actively, my dick taking on more of her juices before I eased into her ass at last.

If fucking Carly’s cunt was fantastic, taking her ass was next level and she let me know just how much she welcomed me back up her culo. I grabbed her cheeks and fondled them, even smacked them a bit as I sodomized my fiancee, using her as she used me for the pleasure of it. Even so, there was love there, and both of us knew it. We weren’t alone, as it was quite clear that Eric was now making love to Bobbie as much as he was fucking her. He screwed her through my jizz and her own juices, but he took her repeatedly nonetheless. Her eyes went back into her head as she came on his dick, welcoming his thrusts and strokes as he reclaimed her.

For Carly and me, it was just as splendid, my cock making Carly my slut and my bitch, using her for our mutual pleasure. I knew now for sure that I owned her body and she possessed my soul. We belonged together for good and she would always be mine. The fact that we could be with others and come back to reclaim each other was proof of how strong our bond was, not how weak. It was just as real for us as it was with Eric and Bobbie, except that unlike their dynamic, I was the boss here. Carly was a submissive for all of her feisty ways, and that was just what I wanted her to embrace at last. Eric was the same, or was he? Perhaps he was just a switch. I would have to see about that.

Given how young the night still was, there might yet be time enough for just that.

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What Am I Doing Here? Ch. 14

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RECOVERING: ROUND TWO

MaryJane Huffman sat up at the side of the bed. Her legs dangled off the edge.

She tried to focus. Why did she feel so glowing, so thoroughly at ease?

To reconstruct things she went to first principles: she was a slut. Okay, that part was easy. It explained why she was naked, fully fucked and dripping cum from her cunt. That was what, ideally, would be a slut’s condition.

That explained that. But how? How had she come to be where she was. A very recent (within the past five minutes) fucking had left her dazed and disoriented. She concentrated

and

It all came back.

The stage, the fuck, the orgasm…..oh, yes, the orgasm. It had shaken her to her roots, a full fledged totally completed orgasm. She remembered it now. And she remembered that she was on a stage and that she was surrounded by an audience.

And then she remembered Naria Surbin-Annela’s announcement. Yes, that she, MaryJane Huffman—ta ta. .. was at the center of a Surbin-Annela Art Performance piece. It was titled “How Many Ways Can A Slut be Fucked? And she was the slut. And her orgasm, that magnificent cum, was the result of Way One.

She sat up a little bit straighter. Well, Way One was one good way for a slut to be fucked, for sure. The way she had just been fucked. On a stage. In front of a crowd. By a former basketball player named Franklin Delan. Oh it had been good. A straight suck and fuck. But it had been a great suck and fuck. The good vibrations from the orgasm that had travelled up and down her body were finally fading. But MaryJane knew there was more to come.

The lights on the stage where she was sitting dimmed.

The lights in the bowl which surrounded the stage and where the audience was seated were gradually getting brighter.

The assembled multitude who had witnessed MaryJane’s fucking were now standing, stretching, and murmuring their thoughts to each other about what they had just witnessed and about what they guessed the second way to fuck a slut would be.

From the pool of darkness in which she was now sitting, MaryJane discerned someone approaching her. It was Ray, Ray Massey. He was carrying a heavy handful of towels, obviously to get her ready for round two. He began the task of readying her. The towels he was carrying were thick and warm. He dried her and rubbed her shoulder muscles. He gave her a sip of sweet tasting tea to drink. She felt like a fighter between rounds.

Then she heard Naria’s voice in her ear. Naria wasn’t on stage with her, but her voice was as clear as could be. “Good,” Naria’s voice said. “Ready for “The Second Way to fuck a slut?”

MaryJane Huffman smiled, “I sure am.”

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WAY TWO

It was already wonderful. Way Two been underway for only a few minutes, but it seemed as every nerve of MaryJane Huffman’s body was alive and on fire. Three men were engaged over her as she lay on the platform.

MaryJane could only tell that they were large men and that they were well hung. And she knew that, whatever else, they were expert at what they were doing.

Gentle hands were oiling her body. The men were nude, as she was, and she watched their swinging cocks as they moved around the platform in a well choreographed ulus escort series of movements. A man moved from her leg to begin oiling her side from hip to neck. As that man moved, one of the other men took his place at MaryJane’s leg and massaged it, gripping and squeezing and then each hand compressing the skin and muscles, his hands emollient, restorative. Her breasts were being kneaded. Their nipples touched. One of the men was rubbing her stomach.

She was feeling rested, good. And, of course, she was feeling libidinous, hungry to be fed a cock into her cunt.

MaryJane reached out to touch one of the men’s cocks. It was just hanging there, not hard yet, flaccid, but still heavy and inviting. As she touched it, she felt its smooth shaft begin to harden. The thought that if she was able to get it fully erect, he would start to fuck her, give her what her body was beginning to so badly need.

But, the man gripped her hand and put it down on the table. “We do the work. You relax,” the man said. “Wait.” He added, smiling.

Apparently, she thought, she would have no control of the situation. What the heck, MaryJane decided, she would just ‘go with the flow.’ First, she really had no choice in the matter. And, secondly, last time she had been without control things had worked out very well.

The men were doing their work with what MaryJane Huffman could only regard as a well practiced expertise, so she heeded the man’s advice.

She relaxed, stopped thinking, and let the three well hung men continue their manipulation of her body, and, you know, it felt pretty good, pretty good indeed.

They were working wonderfully. One of them was standing behind her, massaging her shoulders. His hands squeezed, held and pulled. They pressed and massaged. She felt her shoulders completely at ease. And then the feeling spread to her neck. It moved up to her jaw line. It spread down to her upper chest and upper arms. She could feel her breasts flush and her nipples harden. All of that from one guy standing behind her with his prick hanging down. She could turn her face and catch a glance of the heavy organ as it hung loosely, swinging easily behind her ear, looking so delicious.

This was beginning to feel hot, very hot. MaryJane could feel her pussy getting wet. She felt her clit getting hard again.

Meanwhile, the second man was pushing the palm of one hand hard against her stomach. The heel of his hand, pulled the stomach upwards towards her chest, the pull reaching all the way to her groin area. The steady pull was drawing her sheath up, away from and freeing her clit. At the same time his other hand cupped her vaginal area but stayed still, didn’t move at all. His hand just remained there, doing nothing but protecting her bush, her vulva, her cunt from view, from other stimulation, keeping her groin area separate from anywhere, anyplace else.

MaryJane was unable to stop her breathing from becoming deeper, faster, oh my god, louder. She thought that the gasping sounds she made as she inhaled could be heard at the top rows of the arena.

The third man’s hands gripped her calves. The flats of her feet were braced against his bare thighs. As he pulled her yenimahalle escort calves, she felt her thighs stretch taut from where they met her torso. She felt the tautness all the way to her toes.

While her body was being pulled, pushed, stretched and relaxed, MaryJane fell into a feeling of calm and surrender. She was ready for whatever these wonderful men would do to her body!

Then, the man whose hand had been cupping her groin area moved the hand up towards her face. She was shocked, shocked, as, suddenly, she began to inhale an odor. Oh, my god, she thought, It was the odor of sex, her sex. The sharp, fulsome smell drifted into her nostrils; it invaded her being and added to the excitement that was permeating her body, that was swelling her breasts, wetting her cunt, causing the firm finger of her tingling clit to throb and ache for a touch.

MaryJane Huffman, for certain, recognized the smell of her sex. But this odor was something more. She wondered if the men’s pheromones were floating from them and mixing with her own smell to get her this excited. Pheromones. She remembered those days when she was still a teacher at Holy Mother of God High and how, in a small crowded classroom, with the male seniors dressed in their cadet uniforms she would walk the room’s narrow aisles only to be assailed by the smells of those aroused young men. It was more than pheromones though. The smells then were so mixed…..sweat, deodorant, soap, dried cum, hair spray, shampoo and, of course, those powerful pheromones. And, of course, those amazing erections they all seemed to be showing all the time and that she couldn’t stop from seeing.

She hadn’t as yet , those days, come to terms with her own slutishness, but her body had reacted, she remembered, by throwing out its own wet effluvium, her sweet, fulsome smell of sex and mixing it with that of the boys’, and turning the classroom into a box of restrained sexual energy. She recalled her wild masturbating between classes, after classes, in her car, at home.

Those memories invaded her consciousness now. Her chest began heaving up and down and her being felt itself centered at her cunt. She tried desperately to move her hand to touch her shivering clit, but, once again, the man massaging her stomach held her hand and kept her from touching the tender, swollen, unsheathed, upright, throbbing clitoris which needed so much to be touched..

“Wait,” he lowered his face close to hers and whispered into her ear.

She was not in pain, rather, she felt an exalted sense of excitement. Her body was rabid for relief. She was so in need of release from the sexual tension that she wanted to scream.

Her vision blurred; her thinking became scattered; her nerves were on fire. She couldn’t think a coherent thought. She was able to think only in images. Pictures of cocks were rampant around her. The cocks were tumescent and stunted, large and small, thick and thin. Pictures of her own cunt covered by her thick bush, images of her cunt lips opened, a likeness of her glistening pink vagina exposed, pictures of her tits, of her mouth sucking on a cock, pictures of cum splashing from a cock and onto her stomach—all of those pictures flashed through her mind.

Then she felt the man’s face closer to hers. His mouth was just brushing against her lips. She felt his tongue between the closed lips of his mouth just touch her lips and wet them.

She needed his cock, ANY COCK!!!!!

But all that was forthcoming was his tongue, now out from between his lips and intruding into her mouth.

Suddenly, his hand pressed down onto the simmering mound that was her cunt.

His finger entered her soaking wet cunt. The heel of his palm pushed down against her clit. He kissed her on the lips. She felt his fingers curve inside of her cunt finding her G spot as the knuckles of his hand followed the fingers inside her cunt, filling her there. She felt hands all over her body, everywhere, squeezing and touching. She was being kissed on her lips, in her mouth, at her breasts and at her thighs.

And then:

And then:

She was coming!!!! And……

She let out an ear splitting scream of pure release, an exhaled expression of pleasure!

Her scream increased its decibel volume so that it filled the stage and the auditorium.

And it didn’t lessen. It grew in strength as she shuddered, shook and trembled, yelling out a homage to the orgasm that was going on and on and on and on and on.

She yelled more. Her scream lasted, it must have been half a minute before its intensity weakened and it lowered in decibels.

And, as her out outcry eased itself into a low, throaty groan and then a deep moan of pleasure, the witnesses to her pleasure, the men and mostly women sitting in their seats in the oval surrounding the stage, began to clap and shout themselves, applauding in a wave of exuberance that continued past even the time it took MaryJane to return to a near normality from the volcanic eruption of her orgasm.

Then MaryJane Huffman had just enough strength left to lift her knees and spread her thighs as she felt one of the men approach between her spread legs and begin to slide his enormous cock into her cunt and begin to fuck her.

The crowd in the auditorium began a rhythmic clapping. Each of the three men who had massaged her to orgasm now took a turn sliding his cock deep into her vagina as she moaned and growled in profound delectability. The crowd’s applause continued as the men went on with their deep penetration of MaryJane’s cunt and as she uninterruptedly came and came and came some more.

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WAY THREE

MaryJane Huffman had been as satisfied as a person could be after she had experienced WAY TWO. Her body was tinged pink and glowing as only a well-fucked young lady’s body could be. Her mind was quiet and easy. Her muscles were relaxed and rested. Her soul, or whatever ineffable human condition one could describe as a soul, was content and at peace..

Way Three, which was now underway in the little theatre, was absolutely nothing like the previous sex. At the moment, MaryJane Huffman lay on the platform. She was surrounded by five men. She held the large cock of two of the men, one in her left and the other in her right hand and was maniacally pulling on each. At the same time she sucked on the large cock that filled her mouth. One other cock stuffed her cunt and pummeled its way in and out. The fifth cock was buried in her ass, a squishing sound accompanying its piston like movement into and outof of her ass.

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Welcome Surprises Ch. 3

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(In order to ensure that you get the full understanding of this story, make sure you read Welcome Surprises Chapters 1 & 2.)

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She had only dozed off for about ten minutes and when she awoke, Stephanie could feel the gentle caress of Sheryl’s hands on her back.

“Um, can I fuck him now?”

Stephanie chuckled at her friend’s request. “Let’s see. You’ve already sucked his cock dry and tasted his cum. He’s had his fingers in your sweet little pussy and made you cum like crazy. I think it’s ok for you to fuck him. What do you think, Darryl?”

Darryl’s response was to take Stephanie by the back of her head and guide her face towards his crotch. She immediately got the hint that he wanted her to get him hard again so, smiling, she opened her mouth and began to suck the dick she loved so much. Darryl then pulled Sheryl over to him and had her straddle his stomach just in front of Steph’s bobbing head. She reached down to stroke her clit to get her pussy nice and wet so he could slide right in.

“I got this dick good and hard for you girl. Now back that big sexy ass up and sit down on my baby’s dick.”

Stephanie stroked Darryl’s cock and guided it into her best friend’s hot snatch. She couldn’t resist the urge and conveniently inserted one of her fingers in alongside of Darryl’s thick member. All types of sexy noises began to fill the room as the head and shaft of his dick pushed past the moist lips at the entrance of Sheryl’s steamy hole.

“OOOh, fuck yeah. That’s what I’ve been needin’ all damn night. This dick feels so good going in my pussy.” Sheryl groaned her satisfaction as she slowly lowered herself down on Darryl’s rock hard shaft. “I’m going to enjoy every inch of this.”

Stephanie pulled her juice soaked finger from Sheryl’s pussy and tasted it.

“MMMMM, I just love the way your sweet juices taste, girl.”

Stephanie moaned while watching intently as Darryl’s cock disappeared into the wet place from which she had just removed her finger. Before this moment she didn’t know how she would react to her two friends fucking one another but the sight right in front of her face turned her on so much that her pussy was flowing freely. Darryl also moaned his satisfaction at entering this hot tightness for the first time. He figured that he must be the luckiest man in the world. Not only was he able to have two beautiful women at the same time but to experience these delectable pussies for the first time and know that many more times would now follow.

Stephanie was busy dipping her fingers into her own snatch but wanted to watch her girlfriend’s expression as she rode Darryl’s fuck stick and especially when she reached her climax. Knowing that her man would welcome her with open arms, she stood up on the bed and walked over to stand astride his face. Sheryl, riding hard on Darryl’s cock, looked into her friend’s eyes as she lowered her sweet pussy and beautiful round ass onto his face. Stephanie gripped Darryl’s hands as she felt his tongue lash out and lap across her clit and into her slick love hole. She could feel his nose nestled between the cheeks of her butt near her ass hole and smiled knowing how much he enjoyed eating her shaved pussy and licking her butt. With her friend now directly across from her, riding steadily on Darryl’s stiff dick, Stephanie worked her hips back and forth in rhythm with Sheryl’s fucking. rus escort She could feel her juices flowing between her thighs and over Darryl’s face and she knew how much he liked the taste of her. He was in a state of sexual overdose as he felt the walls of Sheryl’s tight pussy slide up and down the length of his shaft. Every inch seemed to clutch and grip his manhood like it was holding on for dear life. He reached up to spread the cheeks of Stephanie’s ass so he could get better access to her free flowing cunt. The sweet smell of her juices intoxicated him. This increased sensitivity added to the intense pleasure he was already experiencing from Sheryl’s hot pussy massaging his hard cock. He wanted to make sure he was giving both ladies as much or even more pleasure than what he was getting so he dug his heels into the bed and thrust his hips to pound his manhood deep up into the horny girl bouncing up and down on him and alternated his licking from Steph’s pussy to her clit and licking her ass as well.

Now Sheryl leaned over as she continued to fuck him, her thick ass slapping against his thighs, and was caressing and fondling her best friends breasts and nipples. As Stephanie ground her pussy against her lover’s tongue she grabbed Sheryl’s head and pulled her mouth toward one of her engorged nipples.

“OOOOh damn, suck my hard nipples, baby. Make me squirm and cover his face with my sticky cunt juice. OOO, I got my ass in his face and his tongue is killin’ my clitty.”

Sheryl sucked harder on Steph’s swollen nipples and bounced harder on Darryl’s cock. His cock filled her burning pussy well and she moaned on Stephanie’s nipples as she rose up on his fat dick. When her pussy sank down again engulfing him she had to express what she was feeling.

“MMMMMMMMMM Steph, You didn’t tell me the dick was this damn good. OOOOh fuck me!”

She rode hard and fast as her orgasm began to approach. Sheryl grabbed hold of her friend sitting and squirming across from her who was close to her own powerful orgasm because Darryl was busy sucking and licking hard on her engorged clit. Sheryl was the first to reach ecstasy.

“OOOh fuck, I’m cumming! MMMM shit Steph, thank you baby for sharing this good dick with me.”

“You’re, oh damn, wel… MMM, cum, I’m cummming too. Oh, this motherfucker can eat some pussy, oh shit!” Steph gasped just before rolling off Darryl’s face twitching and clutching her burning pussy.

Darryl cried out as he shot his load thrusting one last time up into Sheryl’s quivering cunt. “OOOh yes, NNNG, fuck yeah.

Sheryl rose off Darryl’s cock as it squirted his cum across his belly and chest. Both girls proceeded to lap up the cum from his convulsing body.

This triplet of horny friends laid there in a heap smiling and breathing heavy fully satisfied by what just took place. Stephanie initially had enjoyed the fact that she had Darryl all to herself and also that after having a sexual encounter with Sheryl she could keep that relationship just between the two of them. But here she was basking in the afterglow of watching her two friends fuck for the first time and knew that it would be impossible to keep it from happening again. She had wondered how she would feel if she experienced sharing either of her friends with one another. Now she knew that sharing her friends excited sıhhiye escort a passion deep within her that could not and would not easily go away.

While lying there looking across Darryl’s body into Sheryl’s eyes she remembered what her initial goal was when she brought her strap-on toy with her. She eagerly crawled up to lay on top of Darryl’s chest and placed her mouth on his. She kissed him full on his lips, passionately and probed his mouth with her tongue. The kiss was long and loving but she had to reluctantly pull away.

“Come on lover, I’ve got a special surprise for you!” Stephanie exclaimed as she jumped up off her surprised lover. “Now it’s your turn to get up on this bed on your hands and knees.”

Darryl proceeded to get up on the bed as he was instructed and his shameless dick twitched and began to grow in anticipation of what he knew was about to take place. Darryl had always enjoyed anal stimulation. He often enjoyed having his ass licked or fingered by his partner but unfortunately his wife wasn’t into anal play at all. Then he met Stephanie. She was everything he could have hoped for in a woman; beautiful, intelligent, a great sense of humor, sexy as hell and, to top it all off, a true freak when it came to sex. He had told Stephanie about his fantasy and desire to have his ass penetrated by a woman using a strap-on and she was more than happy to be that woman. He felt that having his ass filled and his dick stimulated at the same time would give him a mind numbing orgasm second to none. He is completely straight and this is the only way for him to experience that feeling.

Now Darryl positioned himself at the edge of the bed on all fours, his cock now hanging semi-hard swinging between his legs. Stephanie and Sheryl stood across from him on the opposite side of the bed where Sheryl, having retrieved Stephanie’s “dick,” was helping her friend get prepared to fuck him. The girls proceeded to put on a show for him to get him really excited and ready. Stephanie buckled up the strap-on as Sheryl caressed and pinched her breasts and sensitive swollen nipples making sure the stimulator on her side of the cock was resting on her clit. Once the hard cock was in place Sheryl slid down Steph’s body kissing and licking all the way. She got to her knees and placed her lips to the tip of the rubber dick and looked directly into Darryl’s eyes. Knowing that he was hard and watching the action intently, she slowly began to take the dick inch by inch into the moist recesses of her warm mouth.

“MMMM yeah, suck my hard cock down your hungry throat, baby,” Stephanie moaned. ” Get it all good and wet so I can slide into my baby’s virgin ass and fuck him really good.”

Darryl’s hard dick ached as he watched the two women put on this lurid display. Sheryl continued to slurp and suck at Stephanie’s “cock” while stroking the shaft of it and Stephanie moaned in pleasure to push Darryl to the edge of excitement. Knowing that he was fully aroused at this point they decided to take the next step. Sheryl got up from her knees and slid into place under Darryl with her mouth at his now rock hard dick and her dripping cunt directly below his face. She replaced the fake cock with his warm, real manhood.

“MMM, delicious real dick!” Sheryl proclaimed just before she took Darryl’s rod deep down her throat.

She sincan escort reached up to play with his balls as she sucked and licked back and forth along the full length of his cock.

“OOOOOh shit, that feels so good. Your mouth is like fire on my dick!”

Stephanie was behind him now and spread the cheeks of his ass exposing his virgin hole. She licked her lips, leaned her face to his butt and began to rim his asshole with her warm wet tongue. He almost collapsed from the multiple sensations he was feeling but was determined to experience it through to the very end. Stephanie was applying anal lube to her “cock” as she continued to stimulate his ass. Once she knew that he was fully into the pleasure she rose up and applied lube to his ass as she fingered him gently.

“Alright baby, I want you to concentrate on the pleasure you’re feeling right now on your cock and balls. My girl’s working your dick real good with her mouth and tongue. Just relax and enjoy the feeling. I love you, baby.”

Stephanie smoothly spoke to her lover as she aimed the strap-on at the entrance to his ass. Darryl closed his eyes as he felt the rubber cock pushing at his anal opening. He did as he was told and focused on the pleasure he was experiencing. Completely relaxed he felt the head begin to enter him and felt the twinge of pain that accompanied it. Steph knew what he was experiencing since she has had the pleasure of being fucked in the ass and talked him through it.

“Oh baby, that’s it. You can take it. My cock looks so good going in your ass.”

She eased another inch into him while kneading and caressing the cheeks of his ass. Sheryl pulled his cock from her mouth and began stroking it so she could lick his balls and the spot between them and his ass hole.

“MMMM yes, lick me baby,” Darryl groaned.

At that moment Stephanie pushed the cock all the way in his ass and held it there. Darryl was shocked by the quick jolt of pain that hit him but soon relaxed and began to enjoy the feeling of being filled while Sheryl licked his full balls. She soon went back to sucking his dick and Stephanie began to move her hips to slide the rubber cock in and out of his clinching ass. She increased her speed a little at a time as the stimulator on the dildo bumped against her clit. As she got more worked up her animal instincts took over and she started to fuck him hard and fast.

“Slap!!!” Her hand sang out against his bouncing ass cheek.

“Oh baby, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. What’s my name you horny motherfucker, what’s my name?” She shouted not really expecting an answer.

“MMM Steph, fuck my ass baby, I’m going to shoot my cum down your girl’s throat if you keep fucking me like this!”

Stephanie fucked her man with all the strength she had. Her clit was being abused by the strap-on and she was on the verge of her own orgasm. Sheryl could feel that Darryl was close to exploding and squeezed a little on his balls to coax his seed from him.

“Shit yeahhh, OOOO fuck, I’m cummming,” Darryl cried out.

His cum filled Sheryl’s mouth and flowed out the corners down the sides of her smiling face. Stephanie’s orgasm hit her as she shoved her “dick” deep into her lover’s ass and she shook before collapsing on his back. Darryl rolled over to one side so that he and Stephanie were lying together as she eased the strap-on from his ass. Sheryl swallowed the last drops of cum that she wiped from her face and turned around to join the couple spooned together. The trio of lovers drifted off to sleep happy, satisfied, and exhausted. After the night they had just experienced, each of them knew that only bigger and better things were in store for them in the future.

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“So you liked watching your wife getting treated like such a cock whore,” Cindy asked me.

“I think you could feel my cock twitching in you as I watched.”

“Well that’s good because your assistant is a huge cock whore. Let me show you something.”

She got off me and walked over to her bag. I admired watching her naked body move smoothly across the room. She grabbed what looked like a CD or DVD jewel box and walked back across the room.

“This is something I did a few years ago. Are you familiar with the web site ‘Cum On Her Face’?”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with it. It’s one of my favorite gangbang sites. Why?”

Cindy did not answer right away. Instead, she put the disc into the drive of my laptop.

“Just watch. A few years ago, when I lived in L.A., I was their pizza girl a few times.”

My hard cock, still hard from the unfinished fucking as we watched my wife online, twitched again when I saw my assistant on the screen.

She was about twenty pounds smaller, but I finally realized why Cindy had looked familiar to me when I interviewed her for the job as my assistant one year ago.

For the next twenty or so minutes, we sat in silence as I watched Cindy get fucked in all her holes simultaneously. My cock throbbed to the point that I thought it might dislodge from my body as I watched eight or nine guys drop their loads on her face. By the time they finished, she had a cum glaze on her face as some the cum began to drip down the rest of her body.

“Holy shit, I had no idea,” I said when the screen went blank. “I’ve always felt that you looked familiar, but I had no idea that I had seen you getting fucked liked a rag doll online.”

“Yeah that’s me,” she replied. “I did another scene for them not long after that one. But that brings me to the point here. I showed this to my boyfriend and he got an idea. He wants to tape me doing the same thing for him. To have two or three guys fuck me, while four other guys tape it and take pictures, and then all of them cum on my face for the camera.”

“What’s this got to do with me,” I asked knowing the answer.

“Well, Jimmy, that’s my boyfriend, wants you to be one of the guys to fuck me. I think he’s lined up his boss and someone else to do the fucking and some of his friends to tape and take pictures of it all.”

“First of all, lets start off these negotiations with you coming over here and helping me keep my cock from shooting off my body looking for relief.”

Cindy walked over, straddled my lap, and lowered herself down onto my cock. She was very wet and I knew that my sex organ was not the only one burning with desire.

“So what are you conditions, Mr. Business Man,” she said in a little bit of a mocking tone as she settled down onto my lap. We did not fuck, but instead just enjoyed the relief of being intertwined, which allowed my cock to twitch in something other than the air.

“Let’s see, I need to know what you’d be willing to do to help me out,” I asked. She had to know that I was going to gangbang her this Friday, but the game was fun anyway.

“The way I figure it, you need my help with your wife,” she replied. I nodded. “You want her to either come clean about the internet thing and/or take that final step to becoming swingers like you want and I think she wants also.”

Cindy slowly began to work up and down over my cock, but the fact that my cock was in her pussy was secondary to our little negotiations.

“And how do you propose you’ll be more successful than I have in getting this accomplished,” I asked, knowing that she had already worked out an answer.

“As you know, our convention in Vegas is next week,” she started. “I’ve already arranged, with your credit card of course, for us to stay an extra two nights, through Sunday afternoon, because there is a party that we are going to on Saturday night.”

“What party,” I interrupted and asked, not for sure where this was going any longer.

“Don’t interrupt,” she snapped, squeezing her vagina muscles tightly around me, which sent shivers throughout my body. “The party is pretty much a sex party. But not just any sex party. There’ll be porn stars, models, producers there. Probably about 150 people of the hottest people you’ll be around in your life. I’ve got us invited to it. You and Dee will fit right in. If she won’t open up and get slutty there, you have no chance of getting her to swing.”

“How did you get us invited to this,” I asked, not really sure what was being explained to me. I was not at all prepared for what Cindy said next.

“Are you familiar with Missy Monroe?”

“”Yeah. She’s a porn star. Great ass, huge tits and will do absolutely anything when it comes to sex. I think I’ve seen her in several gangbang scenes.”

“She’s my half-sister.”

“No fucking way,” I responded. “Missy Monroe is your half-sister. I don’t…No shit.”

“After my Dad left my Mom when we were in Hawaii, he moved to Vegas and later had Missy. Hell, I’m the one that got her started in porn.”

“You got Missy mamak escort Monroe started in porn” I asked incredulously. “How in the world did you do that?”

“After my little Cum On Her Face episodes,” she said, still slowly rocking on my cock. “I got the itch to keep doing it on film. Even after I moved to the Midwest, I found a job that would bring me out here often.

“Well, you know how sometimes I take the rest of the week off after our business trips out here,” I simply nodded. “Well, I’ve always told you that those days were for me to go see my family in L.A. That’s only partially correct. I’ve also…used….Well, fuck, let me just tell you straight out. After all, you do have your cock in me. Do you know who Chelsea Zinn is?”

I shook my head no. I had never heard the name before, but I had a feeling Cindy was going to tell me who it was.

“Chelsea Zinn is my stage name when I’m on screen getting fucked to high heaven by the biggest cocks in the world. That’s right, your assistant is a porn star. Hold on, let me correct myself. Your assistant that you have your cock buried in at this very moment is a porn star. So that’s how I got us invited to that party. Missy has arranged the whole thing for me.”

It slowly sunk in that Cindy, or Chelsea, or Cindy, my assistant was a porn star and that I had my cock buried in a porn star’s pussy.

“I don’t think Dee will go for it,” I managed to say as my head swirled. “I don’t think she’ll be willing to go to a porn party.”

“Leave that to me,” Cindy replied. “That’s what Friday night will be for. Hell, she’s practically a porn star now, just an amateur one. Who knows, next week she might even get offered to become a professional one. DeAnna Emma Stanton as a porn star. You’d like that wouldn’t you. Judging from the last few weeks on the internet, she’d like it too. So do we have a deal?”

“Let’s see. Friday night I get to fuck you as part of a little gangbang. Next week, I get to have sex with porn stars, maybe even with your little sister. My wife, at the very least, will finally take the final step to being a swinger. I guess I only have one more thing I need answered.”

“What’s that.”

“Roll off of me and onto her hands and knees so I can fuck that asshole of yours. Deal?”

Cindy did not even say a word. She rolled off of me and laid face down on the couch with her ass propped up in the air. I lined my cock up with her puckered little hole and eased the tip of my cock into her ass. I did not have to work my way into her, because with one quick rotation of her hips, Cindy pulled my entire length into her anal cavity.

The quick thrust quickly pushed her over the edge into an orgasm that had been slowly building. About 30 seconds later I was filling her ass full of my cum.

We fucked two more times that night as we discussed Vegas strategy before we fell asleep. The next morning, I headed home while Cindy went to L.A. to do a scene. As the plane took off, I could not wait for Friday night. And even more urgently, next week in Vegas.

— – – – – – – –

When I got home, Dee and I fucked with more urgency than it seemed we had ever fucked before. We both were on fire and had more of a sexual appetite than I had ever though possible. I could not wait for everything to come out in the open. That would have to wait for at least another week, but I could not wait to share in even more passionate, lustful, animalistic sex with my wife.

I told Dee that I was going out with Cindy’s new boyfriend. Dee told me that she had already made plans to go out with Tina and to have fun.

Since I knew that it was Tina that had been the one to film my wife getting doubled up on Wednesday, I wondered what the two of them would be up to, but I also knew that I was going to Cindy’s house to gangbang her.

Friday evening finally arrived. I left the house with Dee dressed ready to kill as she went out with Tina. She was wearing a black flair skirt that stopped halfway down her thigh and a halter top that barely covered her ample tits either from the front or the side.

My mind did not stay on what my wife would be up to for very long. Instead, I focused on the fact that I was going to be a co-star in a porn scene with Cindy, or Chelsea. I could feel my cock twitch with excitement as I neared their house.

Once I arrived, Johnny greeted me at the door. We introduced ourselves and he showed me into the kitchen, which was serving as the waiting area. Four of the other guys were already there. They were drinking and talking amongst themselves when Johnny introduced me to them. I joined the conversation, which was about sports. Soon, two other guys showed up and Johnny was ready for everything to get started.

“Okay, guys thanks for agreeing to do this,” he started. “First, I need all of you to sign this waiver saying that its okay to film you and post it either on the internet or on a film.”

He handed out the paper. I signed it without hardly looking it over. I ofise gelen escort saw that it said that I would forfeit my rights to any money that would be made off the film and some other things.

“Okay, Mike, Pat and Steve,” Johnny started after collecting the papers. “You guys will be filming with me. Tim, Larry, Eric, and Brad (me) you guys will be the one fucking Chelsea. Anything and everything goes. Since you guys haven’t been STD tested, you have to use condoms. Be careful to keep from crossing up and going from ass to pussy with the same condom. Pussy to ass is okay, but we don’t want to cause a yeast infection by crossing the other way.

“Also, since we want the facial cumshots, don’t cum too soon. If you feel yourself getting close, pull out and let one of the other guys in. Once you guys start cumming on Chelsea’s face, after you’ve finished, relieve one of the camera guys so that he can jerk off on her also. That’ll give us eight cumshots to cover her up good.

“Any questions,” he continued. We all shook our heads no. “Okay, camera guys come with me. You four go ahead and leave your clothes up here. Once your ready go downstairs and sit on the couch where we have set up a little filming studio.”

Up to that point, my only emotion I had been feeling was excitement. Now I realized that not only was I going to be filmed fucking Chelsea, but I was now stripping naked in front of three other guys. Sure, I had been naked in the locker room at the gym, but this was different. I could feel my cock, which had been over half-erect, shrinking.

Larry had no problem getting naked and was the first one to strip off his clothes. His cock was completely limp. However, seeing it I was happy that I had trimmed my pubic hair very short and shaved my balls since Larry was completely bald.

The rest of us were naked shortly after Larry. All four of us were in great shape and each had prepared their cock regions slightly different, but we looked like we belonged in a porn movie. However, being naked in front of three other guys and forced my cock into stage fright. I was slightly relieved knowing that none of the other guys was able to have an erection at this point either.

We walked downstairs and I saw that Johnny and Cindy had set up a little studio. There were several shop lights set up, which lit up the basement and made it feel as if the sun were shining straight down onto the set.

I sat down on the right side of the couch. Eric sat next to me on the couch, while Tim sat on the armrest directly next to me while sat Larry on the armrest next to Eric. We continued to make small talk about baseball and the upcoming football season. I have to admit, while it felt strange to have such casual conversation with three naked guys, I was getting more comfortable.

About ten minutes later, Chelsea (Cindy) entered the room with Johnny and the three other guys that were to do the filming. She was dressed to kill. Except for the fact it was black, She had on a halter that was actually similar to the one that Dee was wearing to go out with Tina. She wore pants that were very tight around her waist and thighs, but flared out into a bell-bottom type of pant around her knees. The pants were very low cut and showed a lot of the silver g-string she was wearing underneath the pants. To top the outfit off, she wore a pair of jet black platform stilettos.

She walked over the couch and sat directly down onto my lap, put her arm around me and threw her legs onto the couch over Eric’s lap.

“I can’t wait for you guys to start fucking me,” she said as I felt her hips rotate in my lap.

Once the camera, both move and still, were ready, Johnny gave his final directions before the scene was to start.

“Okay, first we’re gonna do a little interviewing with Chelsea. You guys just sit still while I ask her a some questions. Let her play with you and shit, but I don’t want any action from you guys until I give the signal, which will be obvious when its time for it. Again, anything goes once the fucking begins, just remember what I said upstairs.

“Okay everyone ready, cameras, ready,” he asked. “Okay let’s begin.”

“What’s your name honey,” he asked.

“I’m Chelsea Zinn.”

“Hello Chelsea,” Johnny said looking through the camera. “Welcome to our little studio here. How do you like it so far?”

“I think I love it here. Is this heaven? Four naked cocks surrounding me and they seem like they are here to satisfy me. I wish there were more places like this.”

“So you like cock then. Tell me what you’d like those cocks to do tonight.”

“Well, when I get around so many cocks, I just let them do whatever they want to me. I love have cock shoved down my throat. I love to have a cock slamming my pussy into submission. But I think my favorite thing is to have a cock spreading my asshole wide open.”

“You seem to be a little bit of a cock whore. Are you a little cock slut whore?”

“If that means that I love to get otele gelen escort the holy living shit fucked out of me and have men cum all over my face and body, then yes I guess I’m guilty as charged.”

I could feel Chelsea getting excited and her hip rotations in my lap were growing more pronounced, which was, despite my nervousness, getting me somewhat hard.

“So are you really excited to be surrounded by four naked men with their cocks out and ready to pleasure you? Is your pussy ready for this sort of action?”

“My pussy is so fucking wet and hot right now just thinking of these guys fucking me every which way ’til Tuesday and then cumming all over my face. Holy shit, I’m about ready to cum just thinking about this.”

“Well then let’s get started. Gentlemen, this is Chelsea. Chelsea these are the guys I’ve arranged to gangbang you tonight. Let’s fuck.”

That was our cue to begin. Chelsea immediately rolled over and as she did, Tim’s semi-erect cock was right in her face. She eagerly opened her mouth and began to suck him into her mouth. Eric began to rub her pussy through her pants since it was sticking up right in his face.

I had her chest hovering over me, so I went to work on getting her blouse off. It took only two quick knot unties in order to get it off her. In the position she was in, her tits hung down over my cock. I grabbed my cock and began to run it over her nipples the best I could since I was not hard yet. However, it felt good to rub my cock over her naked chest.

Larry got off the end of the couch and was now in front of the couch. He had unzipped her pants and was working his hand into the front of them in order to massage her pussy more directly than Eric had been doing.

When Larry pulled Chelsea up to stand in front of the couch, I realized again that this was being filmed. I had almost gotten fully hard just playing with her tits, but again stage fright sat in as I saw the cameras rolling and clicking away. Larry moved in behind Chelsea and Tim was now off the couch and in front of her.

Chelsea and Tim were kissing passionately while Larry was working to get her out of her pants. Once he accomplished this, he moved back up her body and began to kiss her neck and Tim had now moved to her licking her nipples. As this scene unfolded in front of me, my nervousness began to fade away.

Eric was now working his way into the mix. Not wanting to be left out, I got off the couch and moved in close to Chelsea as well. Once I did this, she immediately dropped to her knees and began to suck my cock while she stroked two of the others with her hands. She quickly alternated among cocks until she had the four us hard enough to fuck her.

Since Eric was behind her, he grabbed a condom and began to fuck her from behind as she sucked Larry, Tim and me. She clearly was loving every minutes of this and the moans she grunted as she had her lips wrapped around my cock sent shivers throughout my body.

Larry soon backed off and grabbed a condom. When he was ready, Eric withdrew and Larry moved behind her.

“Let’s get that ass good and stretched for some dp later,” Larry said.

He entered her ass. At that point, she was sucking my cock when he entered her and I could feel her gasp as he did began to thrust in her ass. Her moans were stifled by the cocks in her mouth, but it was easy to hear that she was loving every minutes of this.

After a few minutes of this, Eric, who still had his condom on, replaced Larry. Meanwhile, she continued to suck Tim’s cock as well as mine. The pace of Eric’s ass fucking was much faster than Larry’s pace had been. This pace forced Chelsea over the edge and I could feel her first orgasm shake through her body as she grabbed onto my cock for support. After her orgasm subsided, we switched positions.

I grabbed a condom as I laid back onto the couch. After I got it on, Larry positioned Chelsea’s ass over my cock and lowered her down. I easily slid into her anal opening, which had been spread nicely by Larry and Eric. Once she sat down the rest of the way, I was completely in Chelsea’s ass.

Once she was in position, Larry and Eric spread her legs so that Tim could enter her pussy. As he entered, I felt something that I had never felt before. I could feel his cock enter her pussy through the skin that separated her anal cavity from her vaginal cavity.

Once he was all the way, he begun to thrust in and out of her. The force of the thrusts forced her to move on my cock, but the feeling of him fucking her pussy was the strongest sensation I felt.

Eric had removed his condom and to my right he was offering her his cock. Once she had engulfed it into her mouth, all three of her openings were full with cocks.

After about a minute or two, I felt Tim remove his cock from her pussy and Larry entered her. Eric soon put another condom on and joined the other two. Each would pound into her pussy ten or fifteen times before pulling out and letting one of the others have a go at her pussy. Meanwhile, I just laid back and enjoyed her asshole wrapped around my cock.

Chelsea had another orgasm, which almost caused me to come to close to one of my own. Before I screwed that up, I pulled her off my cock. Seeing that we were changing positions, Larry sat on the couch and pulled her over to him. She straddled his lap, facing him and lowered her pussy onto his cock.

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Walt’s Gift Ch. 03

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[This is a story about a polyfidelity family. It would help if you read “Walt’s Gift” by Scorpio44 and “Walt’s Gift Ch. 2” by Scorpio44A. The places described exist. Most of the people in the story are a lot like people I have known or wish I’d known. If you don’t believe a marriage could exist between more than two people, and work for all of them, this story will be way out there for you. I happen to believe such a family could work, and the energy would be incredible.]

The Reprise…

Life tends to take patterns. When we repeat them often enough, they become rituals. We get up in the morning, do a ritual in the bathroom, another in the kitchen and we go to work. While we work we tend to do the same things, over and over. On the radio this morning I heard about a doctor who advertises that he has done lasik surgery fifty-seven thousand times. I’m sure he has a ritual for before each surgery, during the surgery and another ritual for after.

Before my Dad died my life was like that. I lived a quiet regular life in Newark. My roommate John worked for an insurance company. I worked for a civil engineering company. We had our rituals for every morning. Three nights a week we ate at a neighborhood Italian restaurant. Friday nights we went to a sports pub, drank four beers with dinner and watched sports on their big screen TV. Saturday we both did laundry, cleaned the apartment and John went out. Rituals.

Once in a while something happened to interrupt the rituals. One of those interruptions was a phone call from Los Angeles telling me my Dad had a heart attack and I needed to get to L.A. as soon as possible. On the flight to L.A. I thought about how long this interruption might last. A week, maybe two was what I thought.

I arrived in L.A. and my sister took me to see Dad in the hospital. Two hours later he was gone. Mom had passed a few years before Dad. He stayed just long enough that day to give me my inheritance: an apartment building and the five tenants. Five women. By the time the funeral happened I understood that the rituals of my past were gone and they wouldn’t ever be back.

The five women, Pat in apartment 2, Helen in 3, Maria in 4, Krystn in 5 and Linda in 6 all had been in love with my Dad. In love with and his lovers. He had prepared them to accept me as his replacement, in their hearts and lives. No one prepared me for the transition. I was in shock and they helped me get past shock, awe and panic.

I went back to Newark to get my stuff. Pat (apartment 2) went with me. She had been a trucker and loved road trips. On the way back to Los Angeles we stopped to say Hi to Krystn’s (apartment 5) sister and family. We walked into an on-going problem we didn’t know about. They were in the midst of a divorce. We put Inga and her stuff in the truck and drove to Los Angeles as a threesome. I hadn’t gotten my head wrapped around being The Man for five women and it had become six!

Chapter Three…

As soon as we unpacked the truck and I went to work at the L.A. office of the company I worked for, the seven of us started establishing patterns of behavior and rituals. Inga (Krystn’s sister) had spent her life cooking, cleaning and taking good care of her family. Since they were back in Nebraska and had said they didn’t want or need her any more, she turned her skills on us. She took on the cooking, cleaning, laundry and whatever duties around our little enclave by the beach. Pat was the general manager of a small trucking company. Her at-work rituals had been established for years. At home she adapted to having me and another new woman in the family. Helen adapted at home to no longer worrying about what to cook for dinner. Maria adapted by taking Inga under her wing as a new girl-friend, in the sexiest of meanings. Each member of our family adapted and created new rituals.

By the time I had lived in our enclave of joy for three months we had a ritual of who slept with me when. Maria slept with me on Mondays, Inga on Tuesdays, Two on Wednesdays, Krystn on Thursdays, Pat on Fridays and Helen on Saturday. For some Christians Sunday is known as a day of rest. It had never been a night of solitude for me in all the time since Dad died. Rest sometimes, but not alone. Sometimes I went to bed in my apartment (number 1) and just as often I was invited to spend the night in the apartment and bed of whichever lady I was scheduled to be with. Inga always stayed in my apartment when we slept together. She didn’t have an apartment. There were only six.

We had created rituals and they became automatic. Something about that process seems to deaden the mind. Every one of us stopped thinking as much about the relationships. We did what was in front of us to do. That is, if we saw it, if it was part of our ritual. If we didn’t see it, we probably didn’t think about it.

I will be grateful to a guy on the radio for a very long time. As I walked home from work one day I listened to the radio. I thumbed through the stations looking, no, kızılay escort listening for something good. I heard a guy talking. He was asking the host for ideas of something romantic and unusual he could get his wife for her birthday.

The host mentioned all the things most men think of; roses, jewelry, clothes, a weekend trip somewhere, and the caller said, “Been there, done that” to all of those ideas. The host told the caller to listen and he’d open the topic up for all the listeners to call in. Before I got home I’d heard a dozen great ideas. Most of them called in by women.

“Take her to a day spa for the full treatment! Hair, facial, nails and massage.”

“Send her shopping on a Saturday and while she’s gone have a crew in to super clean the house.”

“Have a surprise party for her at a restaurant, so there’s nothing to clean up!”

“Give her some Love Coupons. She can cash them in whenever she wants, for a dinner out, a weekend away, her car detailed, a massage.”

As I walked through the doors into our castle I realized I didn’t know any of their birthdays! I knew my sister’s but no one else’s. How could I find out without acknowledging how asleep I had been?

I was met by Inga. We kissed and she talked with me about the happenings of the day and asked what I wanted for dinner. It was Tuesday. Our ritual was that on Tuesdays I picked what we all had for dinner. I asked her what I usually answered.

“You pick enchiladas, Shepard’s pie, meatloaf or once in a while, ribs.” She said.

“Could we have spaghetti?”

“Sure! A little something different. I’ll make a salad to go with it. Do you like garlic bread?”

“I love it!” I kissed her and went into number one. I sat at my desk, Walt’s desk, Harvey’s old desk and thought. Inside one of the drawers should be their lease agreements. I looked and found them. I made a file in my computer and recorded all the birthdays.

Two was next. Calling her Two had become a rutual. Her name was Linda, just like my sister’s name. When they met Linda said to my sister Linda, “Hi, I’m Linda too.” It became Two and we all called her Two most of the time. It was the middle of July and her birthday was the middle of September. What to do? I wanted it to be special, personal and to set the right precedent for the other birthdays. An hour later an idea came to me.

On the computer I created a survey and printed six copies. After dinner I intended to give each of them a copy, asking for them back within the week. The survey asked four questions: One, what would you like to be able to do at home that we can’t do? Two, Where would you like to go on a vacation? Three, What project would you like support with (emotional support, physical support or financial support)? Four, please describe your ideas for how to celebrate (a birthday, Christmas, Buddha’s birthday, Easter, Halloween, etc.).

Not only would it give me ideas for Two’s birthday but for lots of events in the future. Inga rang a small bell in the courtyard and we all came for dinner. A giant salad bowl sat in the middle of our table. Inga let us know that spaghetti and garlic bread were coming. We dug into the salad and the conversations began.

I helped carry the big pot of spaghetti to the table. Inga was like a lot of Mom’s, she had added the meat sauce to the noodles and mixed. In a restaurant they might pile the sauce on top. Each person gave themselves just as much as they wanted. I noticed Pat and Two didn’t take a lot. Were they intending to lose weight? Neither said so.

Pat and Helen volunteered to help clean up. Somehow clean-up hadn’t become scheduled. Someone always helped Inga with clean-up but it hadn’t gotten formalized enough to be scheduled. Before they began I explained I needed them to fill out a survey. I passed it out and they read it. Even before they had read the page they wanted to talk.

Inga said, “Let’s think about it while we get the courtyard cleaned up. Then we can come back to the table and talk, fill out the survey and laugh.” No one argued.

It didn’t take long and all of us were back at the table. I put a selection of writing tools on the table. Inga brought iced tea and Pat brought coasters and glasses.

Helen read out loud, “One, what would you like to be able to do at home that we can’t do?”

Two immediately spoke. “Sun! The courtyard is private but the sun never gets down here. I’d like to get a tan but we have no where.” As she spoke she wrote it down.

Helen said, “I’d like to ride an exercise bike, but my apartment’s too small. If I put one in the courtyard it’ll get rained on.”

Maria added, “A rowing machine! I used one at a spa I used to go to, and I liked it a lot.”

“Shower with more than one other person.” I said. They all looked at me and I saw the image sink in and smiles came to their faces. I wrote it down.

A minute passed and nothing was added. I read, out loud, kolej escort “Two, Where would you like to go on a vacation?”

Pat was first, “Hawaii, after I lose thirty pounds!” She laughed. Two said, “I want to go, too.”

Krystn and Inga said, “Norway!” Inga added, “According to our Mom we’re related to almost everyone who lives there.”

Helen said, “On a cruise.”

Maria said, “San Miguel Ayende, Costa Rica, Jamaica.”

I added, “San Francisco, Seattle, Alaska, Banff, New Orleans.” Lots of heads nodded.

“Three, What project would you like support with (emotional support, physical support or financial support)?” Krystn read.

Inga opened the discussion. “I want more friends than just us.” We nodded.

Pat added, “She’s right. We have a big loving family and we seem to isolate us from everyone else.”

Helen nodded and said, “There are a couple of people at work I’d like to know better but I haven’t done anything to have that happen. They could become good friends for me and maybe for all of us.”

Pat said, “I need support in losing thirty pounds. Spaghetti and garlic bread won’t do it.”

“That was me.” I said. “I asked Inga for spaghetti. I won’t do it again.”

“Ok.” Pat said. “Can I get some support for losing weight?”

We all nodded. Maria said, “Tomorrow, when we get home, we can go for a walk, you and me.”

Inga spoke up. “I know it’s my job, but once in a while I’d be thrilled to get help in the kitchen, the laundry room or with the shopping.” I nodded. Doing it all isn’t part of being a family. Working together is family.

“I will help in the kitchen every Tuesday.” I said. Inga blew me a kiss. “I think we should each help Inga whenever we can. I’m getting lazy because I know she’ll take care of me. I want to take care of all of you, including Inga.”

Helen wrote a couple things but didn’t say anything.

Inga read, “Four, please describe your ideas for how to celebrate (a birthday, Christmas, Buddha’s birthday, Easter, Halloween, etc.). When Krystn and I were little we got Christmas presents at midnight Christmas eve. One present from each parent and grand-parent.”

Pat said, “From my Dad I got sports equipment or swimsuits. Mom always bought clothes for school. My grandparents gave us books and educational supplies. For birthdays, Christmas, any excuse.”

I popped in. “I didn’t ask for how it was. I want to know your ideas for how celebrations could be. If you had a birthday party next year, how could it be perfect?”

“God! The perfect celebration? I don’t know. I’ll need to think about that one.” Pat said.

“I never want another birthday!” Helen said. “I turned 41 this year and that’s enough!”

Two added, “I read about people in Australia who celebrate events, like graduation, achievements, but not birthdays. We could celebrate promotions, achievements…”

“Like me losing thirty pounds!” Pat said. We all liked her idea. High fives all around.

I asked, “Ok. You lose the thirty pounds. What would be the perfect celebration?”

She thought for a minute, “A camping trip! I used to love riding a bike! I used to love camping! We could ride bikes together somewhere beautiful and camp. I remember sitting around a campfire late at night and being close to everyone there. That’s what I’d want.”

“I’m in.” Two said.

“Me too.” Inga said, “Even though I’ll need to buy a bike and get in shape. It’ll be good for me.”

Helen was writing. We all waited for her to share. She looked up and said, “When I was on my honeymoon we stopped at a hotel in Canada. We didn’t stay there. It was way above what we could afford. We did look at a room and for me the perfect way to really celebrate something big would be to spend a weekend at that hotel, staying in that room overlooking Lake Louise.”

I’d been to that hotel. I asked, “And have high tea?”

Her face lit up with the memory and she whispered, “And a walk along the shore.”

When I went back to apartment One I had all the surveys in my hand. Inga said she would be along in just a few minutes. I sat at the computer and sent the blank survey to my sister and Jack. Then I sent it to John and Nan. In my mind they were family too.

Inga came inside and closed the door. She asked me to get away from the computer and talk with her. I sat in Walt’s old chair and she sat in my lap.

“Why the survey?”

“I’m still getting to know all of you. I want to be the best husband any of you could want. It’ll help if I know what you’d like.”

“Looking at the questions got me thinking. You know I come from a bad background?”

“I met him.”

“Krystn didn’t tell you?”

“I’d known Krystn a week when I met you. Three of those days I was on the road with Pat. No, Krystn didn’t tell me anything.”

“Our father was a physical man. He didn’t say much. When we messed up he hit. Before I was twelve I’d been maltepe escort in hospital twice from him. He broke my collarbone and three bones in my left hand. I lost count of the times he beat my ass, with a belt, a switch or his hand.”

“Damn! I’m so sorry he was like that.”

“When I got married I believed Sven was different. Within a year I knew he was just like my father. He beat me every time I disappointed him. Twenty years of beatings. When Krystn told me about Harvey and then about Walt I called her a liar! I didn’t believe her.”

“And now?”

“And now I have something to confess. I am ashamed to admit this but… I miss the beatings.”

“You miss the broken bones? The bruises?”

“Not the broken bones. The bruises, yes. I convinced myself as a child that when I felt the bruises he loved me. He was trying to teach me to be good, because he loved me!”

“Inga, you’re thirty-seven years old! Are you telling me you want to be beaten?”

“I think I am. Yesterday I was in the market and a stock boy dropped a bottle of juice on the floor and it broke. The manager rushed to the site and raised his hand. I flooded myself. My juices ran down my legs. I realized I had turned the violence into a way to be told I was loved. Just talking to you about it has me soaking wet. I know it’s crazy. There must be something wrong with us.”

“Sven beat you, then fucked you hard.” It wasn’t a question. She nodded.

“You want me to hit you?”

“Spank me. Slap my bare ass and thighs with your hand! Just saying it and I’m close.”

“Get off my lap.” Saying it as an order bothered me. She didn’t hesitate. She stood next to the recliner.

“Take off your pants and panties.” Again, there was no hesitation. I got out of the chair and bent her over the back of the couch. Her bare ass and swollen lips were exposed to me. I slapped her ass with my open hand. It was loud and I wondered who else might hear.

She jumped and stayed quiet. “How many slaps do you need, Bitch?” I added the word Bitch without really knowing why.

“Twenty, my husband. I deserve twenty hard slaps.”

“Then count them.” My hand came down on her ass and she started counting at one. By the time she said six I knew why whips and paddles had been invented. Spanking her hurt!

She spread her legs wider. Slap number seven caught part of her pussy and made a wet sound. She gasped and said “Seven!”

I dropped my pants around my ankles and my erection pointed at her now red butt.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Eight, nine and ten! I stepped close and slid my cock into her. She moaned and then thanked me. I pulled all the way out and slapped her again.

“Eleven!” And, I pushed all the way inside her again. I held still inside her while her ass quivered. It was red and very hot to my touch.

With my cock still buried in her I used both hands to slap both her ass cheeks at once. As my hands landed I pulled out and slammed back in her.

“Twelve! I’m cumming! Oh Nick! I’m cumming!”

I pulled out, slapped her again and shoved back inside as hard as I could. The couch moved a couple inches. She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. We were done at thirteen. I was amazed to see that I had cum inside her, without knowing I had cum. I went to my bathroom and came back with a moist wash cloth and some tissue. I did not let her clean up. I caught the drippings from her pussy and used the moist cloth to soothe her fiery cheeks.

I picked her up and carried her to bed. I put her on the sheets, face down. Gently I spread lotion and aloe vera on her ass. When her breathing slowed I left her and did my nighttime ritual. After a shower, a shave and brushing my teeth I slowly joined her in bed. She was asleep.

The alarm woke us at six. She got up and used the bathroom. I waited and when it was my turn she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I dressed and joined her. I got a great kiss and a smile with my “Good Morning, Husband!”

“You Ok about last night?” I asked.

“Of course! You gave me exactly what I wanted and needed. I know you didn’t do it to hurt me. You did it because you want to be the husband I need, even if I’m a little weird.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“Let’s just say I plan to stand a lot today. When I move I can still feel your cock inside me and your hands on my butt!”

I shook my head, accepting what she said as true for her, but not really understanding the thought process.

I carried food out to the courtyard. When I saw Krystn I stopped. ‘Does she want rough behavior too?’ I asked myself. I didn’t have an answer, yet.

I carried the surveys with me to work. At lunch I read them and read them again. Ideas came jumping at me as I read. My job was to give them what they wanted and needed to have their lives work.

Two wanted a place to sun. She wanted a west coast tan. I closed my eyes and pictured the building. Where? How? The answer: on the roof!

I checked into putting a deck on the building. Our firm worked with two different architects so I spoke with one of them. He said he needed to see the building to answer the questions I had. I called Inga and warned her I would be bringing someone home. As soon as the work day ended I met him at the apartments. Inga met us with iced tea and a kiss for both of us.

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Vegas Swingers Pt. 02

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I work up Monday morning, my hand was around my hard cock. I pushed off the covers and laid naked in the center of big bed slowly stroking my cock. The sun was stream through my windows and I could see all the way down the strip. I looked at the clock and new I had to get moving, so I figured I would save this load to shoot on to Kim tonight.

Before heading to the shower, I stood at the window, looking at all the other hotels and wondered how many people were having sex at this very moment. In the shower I made sure to give my cock and balls a fresh shave, and then took the extra time to shave around my ass too, I had a feeling it would be getting some more action tonight.

Around 11, my phone buzzed with a text from Robert & Kim, After saying good morning, and getting a quick recap of their morning fucking, including a picture of Robert’s cock in Kim’s pussy, we made plans for that evening, I had to briefly attend a cocktail party but agreed to meet them at 8 at their hotel room for what Robert called “a more fun COCKtail party”.

The rest of the afternoon when by surprisingly fast, I arrived at the cocktail party at 6pm and was about to leave at 7 to give me time to shower and change before meeting them. As I was about to walk out I got pulled into a conversation and was stuck there for another 15 min. I finally bolted out and ran to catch a cab to my hotel.

I had hopped for some time before meeting them to work my ass with my butt plug but had to settle for the few minutes I had. I quickly stripped off my suit, and lube up the butt plug, I stood it up on a chair and lowered myself on to it slowly, letting it stretch my ass open for hopefully getting fucked later.

After the world’s fastest shower, where I made sure to clean the important parts I pulled out the plug f and ran some soapy fingers into my ass, I was glad I did all my “grooming” that morning, I through on a pair of jeans and shirt, without any underwear, and ran back down. Thankfully my cabdriver took the back streets behind The Strip and got me to their hotel with 5 minutes to spare. On my way I texted Robert and let him know I was on my way. I notice while I was sitting in the cab I was unconsciously rubbing my cock through my jeans.

I half ran through their hotel’s lobby to the elevator. Once in the elevator I collected myself and slowed myself down. By the time the doors opened on their floor I was calm and ready. I found their room and took a deep breath, then knocked.

Robert opened the door, the first thing I noticed was that he was wearing a robe and probably only a robe. He invited me in, they had a large room with floor to ceiling windows it wasn’t a full suite but did have a seating area set aside from the bed. He invited me to sit on the couch and must have seen the questions in my head and before I could ask he explained that they had been in the spa and, but Kim’s services were running late so he came up to meet me so I wouldn’t think they ditched me and she would be up as soon as she was done down there, which eve gelen escort he was assured would be no longer than 45 minutes.

He offered me a drink and pulled two beers out of the mini bar, then came and sat next to me on the couch. When he sat his robe opened a bit and I could see most of the way up his thigh. We sat there just sipping our beers and chatting. I told him a little more about my work and why I was in Vegas and he told me more about them and their swinging, and we talked about the other night, and what else we had done at the swing club.

During the conversation Robert had partially turned in his seat so he was facing me and by doing this had moved closer so that our knees were almost touching. Being bi-sexual I was pretty good at picking up signals and felt I was getting plenty from Robert. Then he asked me how I felt about him holding my cock and putting me into Kim, I told him I enjoyed it a lot and that his hand had felt good. He said many guys that they had swung with were comfortable with that. I said it didn’t bother me at all and that it was a turn on.

I think by now we both knew where this was going, and Robert took the leap. “If you’re up for it we don’t have to wait for Kim to come back to get the fun started” I smiled and said I was definitely up for it. Then Robert leaned in and kissed me. We just sat on the couch making out, between kisses his questions got more pointed, asking about my bisexuality, how open I was with it. I told him I had been bi since I was a teen and had even dated some men before I got married. This seemed to turn him on even more.

By know our kissing had gotten more passionate and I pushed the top of his robe open, and started playing with his nipples. I leaned down and started sucking and licking his left nipple. He ran his hand under my shirt and lifted it over my head as I worked on his nipples. He pulled and pinched my nipples, I was moaning back in pleasure, I loved when a man plays rough with my nipples. My moans must have gotten his attention as he took both my nipples and pulled them hard at the same time. My cock was like a rock in my jeans. I had his left nipple between my teeth as I reached down and untied his robe.

My hand found his hard cock sticking straight up, and I circled my fingers around it. I noticed that he had shaved off all of the hair from his cock and balls since last night. After a few strokes Robert pulled away and quickly stood up and dropped his robe at the same time. His hard cock was pointed right at my mouth, and I quickly leaned forward and took it between my lips. I had my fingers around the base holding it as I licked my tongue over the head and into the slit. Then I opened my lips and slowly slid them down the length of his cock till I felt my nose touch his pubic hair. When I had the full length in my mouth I looked up with my eyes and smiled around his cock as he looked down at me.

I slid back up his cock then proceeded to work his gaziosmanpaşa escort cock with my lips and tongue. My fingers were playing with his balls. He had his hands on the sides of my head and started pumped in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. Finally he pulled me off his cock and told me to get naked. I quickly did and he had me sit back down on the edge of the couch and he started sucking my cock, quickly his fingers started playing with my ass and I knew I’d have more than his fingers in there shortly. Soon enough he stopped sucking my cock and lick his way over my balls, sucking on them before continuing to my ass.

He pulled my legs onto his shoulders and dove into my ass like he was eating a pussy. His tongue felt incredible poking into my ass. I was glad I shaved it clean that morning. I could feel my ass loosening around his tongue, I wanted to get fucked, and we both knew it!

“I want to fuck you in front of the window” we both stood up and walked to the window, first I got on my knees and sucked him some more getting him to full hardness, and coating his cock with my saliva. Their room was only on the 10th floor and if anyone was around the pool this late they would clearly see us since every light in the room was on. Then I stood up we kissed I felt our hard cocks between our bodies. Then Robert turned me around and bent me over, I grabbed the middle frame of the window.

I felt Robert running the head of his cock up and down my ass, every time it came near my hole I push back trying to get it in me. He was enjoying teasing me. He playfully slapped my ass and told me to “be patient”, I begged him to “please fuck my ass, Let me feel your hard cock in my tight ass” In response Robert slapped his cock against my asshole a few times, causing me to beg even more for him to “fuck me like a slut”. This seemed to be the magic words as I felt a glob of salvia land on my asshole and then felt the tip of his cock push against my asshole. He push the head of his cock into my ass. I push back and felt my ass relaxing and opening to take him in. The butt plug had done its job and with steady pressure Robert was able to push his full length into my ass. He didn’t move of a while letting my ass adjust to his cock, and I assume savoring the feeling of my tight ass around his cock.

Slowly he started withdrawing his cock, till just the head was still in my ass, he waited like that telling me to beg for his cock again. I did, I begged for him to fuck me with his big hard cock, to shove it in my ass deep and that he did burying his cock deep into my ass. He started fucking me at a good pace. I felt my cock and balls swinging between my legs with each of his thrusts.

I didn’t hear the door open but next thing I knew I heard Robert saying to Kim, I told you he’d be interested in starting alone with me. I turned my head in time to see her dropping her robe to the floor and being as naked as we were. She walked over to us, she and Robert gölbaşı escort kissed, he never missed a stroke. Then Kim leaned down to kiss me, then got down on the floor and started sucking my cock. The pleasure I was getting from them was incredible.

I felt Kim move under me adjusting her position now she was taking turns between sucking my balls, Robert’s balls, and tonguing his shaft on his back strokes. Robert had his hands on my hips and was fucking me like a mad man, I knew he was close, I wanted to feel him fill my ass with his cum. With every thrust into my ass, I clenched my ass to squeeze his cock. He was moaning louder and thrusting harder with each stroke. I knew he was close. Finally he slammed his cock in one last time and I felt his hot cum shoot deep into my ass. Squirt after squirt filled my ass with his hot cum.

Robert collapsed over me to catch his breath, Kim was still under us licking and sucking whatever part of us her tongue would find. I could feel his cock shrinking in my ass. He pulled out and dragged himself over to the chair besides the bed and half fell into it. As soon as he cock was out of my ass, Kim latched her lips to my ass and shoved her tongue in to suck Robert’s cum from my ass. I could barely remain standing from the pleasure I was getting.

Finally Kim felt she had all the cum she could suck out, and stopped sucking my ass and told me I needed to fuck her now! She pulled me to the bed by my cock and got on all 4’s sticking her ass up in front of me. I quickly climbed on the bed and shoved my cock into her wet pussy and started fucking her hard. I knew I wouldn’t last long with all that had been going on. I had my hands on her hips pulling her back to meet my thrusts into her. I felt my cum building up in my balls. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and shot my cum across her back and ass, my first shot landed in her hair. I grabbed my cock and pumped the cum out on to Kim’s back. Before my last squirt, Robert was up and licking my cum off his wife’s back.

After he licked off my cum from Kim’s back Robert took my softening cock in his mouth and cleaned off the remaining cum. He then kissed Kim and I watched them share my cum, then Kim kissed me giving me a taste of it.

We spent the rest of the night fucking in every combination we could. We double fucked Kim, Robert fucked my ass while I was fucking Kim. Finally around 1 am we all collapsed and fell asleep. I woke up about 3 am to pee. I was standing there when I realized Kim was standing in the doorway watching me. She had to go too, I stood and watched her pee as she had me. When we were both done Kim asked me if I was openly bi or just when playing. I told her I was open about it and asked why? She said that Robert had a fantasy of going gay for a night and would I want to be his date for a night. I said sure it would be fun. She smiled then got on her knees and sucked my cock till it was hard again and then I fucked her on the bathroom counter.

Our fucking must have woken up Robert and soon he joined us in the bathroom, mostly just watching and touching as Kim and I enjoyed a long slow fuck. It was now almost 4 am and I knew I should be heading back to my hotel to try to get some sleep before work.

I got dressed and kissed both of them good-bye, Kim said she would be in touch and with a wink and a final kiss from both I headed back to my hotel to sleep.

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We will make her ours angel

* * *

I struggled to hear the connected tone as I held the phone away from my dripping hair, water running down the nape of my neck and those few drops running over my forehead that had been missed by the wrapped towel, you picked up.

“Hello you,” I said as I heard your standard phone greeting, smiling at myself as I heard the tone in your voice change and that smile break before you replied.

“Well hello there angel, all ok?”

“Sure is, but Tash is running late, going to be a late dinner, would you mind dropping by to pick me up in say an hour,?” watching my lips move as I said the words in the mirror, smiling to see if I could see the wet on my lips that you said you could always here.

I heard you suck in air over your lips and teeth, that sound you sometimes made just before you let out the softest ‘mmmmmm,’ as thoughts of Tash flashed through your mind. “And how is the delicious Tash today, still teasing you I hope?” Your voice dipping into those wicked thoughts you were having about me and my hair dresser.

“I will be sure to tell you all and don’t you tease me or I may just bite you later, so an hour then, see ya.” Then I clicked my phone closed.

I looked to my left and at her reflection, Tash was without question a stunning woman, she had that ‘something about her’ going on and yet she was so very down to earth. Natasha, but I or anyone one else I had ever heard never called her that, she warned me when we had first met about a year ago, that I may leave with green, orange or at the worst no hair at all, if I dared to call her that, so Tash it was! Italian, curves, tall, carried her self with class, was one of the boys and yet she just oozed woman. Her hair, smooth and gathered into a pony tail tied with the brightest green ribbon that stood out against darkest brunette. Her olive skin just glowed, cropped white cotton top and pants showing enough of her soft flesh.

She looked back as she laughed, maybe something said by the customer she was dealing with and caught me watching her, I smiled, she winked then she mouthed, “ten minuets babe,” I nodded and grinned back.

Picking up the magazine in front of me I flicked through the pages, not reading, just looking at the trashy gossip that this type of magazine loved to pump out week in, week out, stars and their love lives, how hard the have it, oh what sorrow us mere mortals could not possible suffer, condescending crap!!

Was no matter as my mind was on Tash. A woman I had known for just over a year, seen every six or so weeks, conversations had that covered everything, invitations for drinks and dinner that had never been filled by either of us, a teasing that showed we were relaxed and very comfortable in each others company. Sexual likes, dislikes, fantasies talked about at length, both telling we liked men and women, girly chats about hair, make up, and every visit greeted and left with a kiss, not a peck on the cheek but a kiss, soft, not lingering but lip to lip, everything more than just friendly hair dresser make chat, and this woman was stood but twenty feet from me.

You had asked me about her time after time, you knew my want to take things further, yet I had hesitated not wanting to risk a friendship that had built, was I reading the signs wrong from her? I bit my lip as I subconsciously shook my head, no, the signs were right, she and I would play, just a matter of when and where.

“Vino?”

Her voice snapping me back from lost thoughts, not noticing that she and I were now alone in the salon, “White please sexy,” I smiled and watched as she locked the door then pulled the blinds.

“Oh setting the mood are you, you bad girl, you wont be safe if I drink you know.”

She laughed and winking just said back “And who says I wana be?” Her Italian accent tinged with Australian.

I sighed, if she only knew, I thought as she changed the music and danced past to the back of the shop then in a matter of seconds swayed back into view, two glasses and a bottle in her hands, a cork screw sticking out of the top. I reached and took both of the glasses she held out as in the next motion she put the bottle between her thighs and began to pull at the cork.

“So Bella, what’s your plans for this evening and how’s that hunk of yours doing?” she asked as she poured the wine filling both glass.

Bella, a name she called everyone, I chuckled wondering if she called us all that to save trying to remember clients names, “Hunks just fine but he is still teasing me about you, oh and a take out for dinner is my night, what about you?”

“Teasing you? About me?” she attempted to say with a shocked look on her face but failed and just giggled, “What have you been telling him about me Bella?”

I blushed, the towel pulled from my head, her fingers now sliding down over my hair as she trimmed and fluffed, then scooped up and held against the comb, “Wine, you and I locked in here, alone, mmmmmmmaybe you grup escort don’t wana know Bella,” I muttered as I held the glass just under my lips, raising my eyebrow so she could see it in the mirror.

She dipped and pulled the hair from my right ear and whispered, “Tell me.”

My spine tingled as her voice welled through my body, I sighed took a sip from my glass, crossing my legs I began to tell her. I told how you liked, no, loved a sexy brunette, a complete opposite of my blonde, how she and I clicked, shared and told each other stories, the fantasies we had shared in such detail. That she had been the subject of your teasing me more than once during sex, asking, pushing me to tell you would I love to have her in our bed. That I found her so very attractive, how wondered many times after she had kissed me what would it feel like to have more.

“And do you?” she asked

“Do I what?” I stuttered, not expecting a question.

“Want me in your bed silly,” she scoffed

Sarcastically but smiling I replied “NO, what I just said was utter crap, I want you on your knees right here and now!”

We both laughed, she continued to cut my hair, a little trim more fingers fluffing each time it was cut, but nothing more was said, not a silence, she hummed to the music in the background, I wondered, ‘OK now what?’ Three cuts and she was done, I looked in the mirror watching as she moved to the side of me, putting down her scissors and comb she took a drink, not a sip, a big gulp she took a deep breath, pushing out her tits, nipples hard, as they always seemed to be, then she spun my chair slowly to face her.

I looked up, her eyes the deepest, darkest hazel, she looked down at me, eyes scanning over my face, until they rested on my lips, she lent in, closer until she was level with my face, “Your beautiful Kelly,” I know I watched those words come out of her mouth, I know I hear them but before I could say a word she kissed me.

* * *

Soft, feeling her lips glide over mine, not hard, moving so softly, I pushed up to meet her lips, pressing harder as I felt her hands wrap under and into my hair, mine finding the curve of her waist, that’s soft span of naked flesh, her smell, I could smell her, my mind screaming OH MY GOD, SHE’S KISSING ME!! We simply kissed, our hands gliding but not moving far, her’s wrapping then pulling through hand fulls of my hair, mine sliding back and forth over her hips then waist, not a kiss that was rushed, not tongues fighting, slobbering, trying to explore every thing all at once, just a soft, melting kiss.

Her hands moved, pushing my hair back, my neck stretched as I leant up to meet her, fingers now moving gently down over my shoulders, finding the straps of my bra, tracing them down towards my tits until she cupped both. Mine doing the same but moving up, fingers finding the hem of her top and pressing against her skin, pushing it upwards, lifting it before my fingers disappeared under to find the curve of her braless tits.

“Wait, wait,” I gasped as I pulled my hands down and out of her top, “please, just wait one minute, I need to make a call.”

She licked her lips, I mine, as if to gather each others tastes, she smiled, her hands not moving, staying, cupping my tits, still covered with my blouse but her thumbs stretched, rubbing my nipples, making them poke against the lace of my bra. She held her smile as I reached for my phone, flicked it open and hit the green key.

I heard the click as you picked up, I cut in before you could even say hello, “Dave ….. Shut the fuck up and listen,” I whispered.

“Kell’s, what the? Are you ok?” your tone worried

“Shhhhhhhhhh Dave, listen, just listen,” I purred back at you as I held the phone just far enough away from my mouth, still pressed to my ear and found Tash’s lips again. Opening, closing, pursing our lips we made sure you could hear the sound of the kiss. Lips wet, tongues flicking, moans and mutters from us both, our breath dipping as our lips closed then shallow gasps as they opened again.

“Who the fuck is that? God no! NOT her!” we both heard you bellow.

“Her kiss, Dave you should feel her lips, they are so soft, she’s going to take me Dave.” I said. “Her hands were cupping my tits, thumbs rubbing, but she’s stopped, she’s lifting, OH my God her nipples are so dark,” I gasped as I watched her step back and lift her top up then off dropping it onto the chair behind her. Her hands moved straight down to the top of her pants and she simply pulled them down until she stood there in just her thong.

“What’s she doing Kells?”

“Stripping!! Get in the car and get here now; you’re going to watch this not listen; now Dave, back door, move!” I was panting from holding my breath having watched Tash strip, not a care, her curves fuller than mine, her tits had the smallest sag but were full enough to carry it off, her skin, I was right, perfect, olive, I wanted to lick iranlı escort her body, not caring about sex, I just wanted to feel her skin. She reached and took the phone from my hand and put it down on the worktop, I didn’t notice if the call had ended, were you on your way to the salon? Could you still hear? I didn’t care I wanted this woman and she and I were going to have, right here, right now.

* * *

I stood, “You don’t mind Dave coming do you?” I asked as I reached drawing a finger tip from one nipple then the other.

Shaking her head she just smiled then reached and began to un-button my blouse, her eyes watching as she exposed more, her fingers working down wards, one button then the next until she had opened them all, my blouse hung, my tits rising and falling softly, the flush of excitement making the red blush cover both. She moved her hands up, finger tips walking up from my stomach to the edge of my bra then round behind me to find the clasp, finding flicking, opening but leaving it resting, held against me.

I peeled my blouse off, pulling it away, watching her eyes flick over me as next I peeled both bra straps off, easing the lace away so she could see me as I could see her. My skirt next, wrap around, untied and then pushed until it crumpled around my feet, I stepped out of it, all that now covered me was white lace panties, I reached for her hand.

She gave it to me and I pulled her close, our hand holding as we kissed, bodies now touching, flesh to flesh, feeling each others breaths as we took, mouths open, nibbling each others lips, kissing tiny kisses, tracing them up and down necks, her then I, taking it in turn. I wriggled my fingers out of her’s and dipped my head, hand lifting, cupping her right breast, she stood and let me, I kissed, I flicked my tongue over that stunning dark nipple then suck it into my mouth, I held it, I felt her body push against my mouth, I sucked harder, her moan getting louder as I used my teeth to hold gently as I moved them from side to side. “Yes, just like that,” She gasped as I pulled back and let it slip from my lips and then again as I found her other, I sucked them, making them glisten with the wet from my mouth.

Her smell, coco butter, I recognised it as I dropped to my knees and pressed my lips against her tummy button, she stroked the top of my head, whispering, moaning, gasping nothing more than “Bella” over and over. I eased my fingers across the top of her mound, feeling her bush, hairs pushing through the sheer, then twisting my hand I pressed my palm flat against her and pushed down. I could feel the raw heat from between her thighs, my middle finger pushing upwards against her slit, feeling the wet beginning to soak the white sheer.

“Will you cum for me Tash?” my voice so soft I didn’t know if she would have heard, I was lost watching my fingers as each one pressed then glistened.

“Yes, yes Kelly, yessssssssss,” she whispered and as she did her hand left the top of my head pushing past my chin, under then across, she pulled her thong to the side, parted her legs and offered herself to me.

Her bush was trimmed, full but trimmed neatly, her skin silky soft on the insides of her thighs as I let my tongue trace from the curve then over to the edge of her bush. I inhaled, remembering, the smell of Lisa, the first woman I had kissed, nothing like Tash, both delicate, both sweet, both different.

My hand was shaking as I moved it so that I could open her lips, fingers pushing one on either side, opening, showing me her pink inner lips, the hood covering her clit. One finger pressed then I let it glide down, dipping into her heat and then up to smother her clit in her juices, I sucked, I felt her body rock as she gasped, then her hand replaced mine, pushing my fingers away so that she could hold her lips open.

I lapped, tongue wide and flat, probing into her wet and then dragging up before sucking her clit again. Over and over the same moves, she panted, lifting onto her toes, making me lick lower, followed by the slow dip so that my tongue trailed. I could feel her knees trembling, the insides of her thighs shuddering. “Kelly,” she groaned. I pushed, adding fingers now, two, slipping deep into her pink then out, opening, spreading her walls then easing out before adding another, still sucking but softly on her clit, letting her body melt into my face. Hands grabbing and pulling my hair, bucking her hip against my fingers, encouraging me to be harder, her pussy squelching I could feel her grip, wanting to hold my fingers as I eased them out before letting them dip back inside.

Circling one, adding a second, pushing deep then pulling out, letting them slide down and round to her arse, pressing against the puckered flesh but not in. I was dragging the tip of my nails over then back through her lips to rub her clit, mixing her juices, tasting that deeper taste over and over as I let my fingers gather and keçiören escort coat before I licked.

“Bella, baby, babyyyyy don’t stop,” she stuttered, I worked my fingers and tongue slowly, not wanting this to end, but I would feel her cum on my lips, not my fingers and she was so close. Her hands had long since left her lips and were stroking then pulling a fist full of my hair, pulling then pushing, fucking my tongue and fingers as they fucked her. She slammed her hand onto my head almost making me fall backwards, my free hand grabbing her arse and holding tight, I ripped my fingers from her insides, fighting my hand up between us I reached, wanting her to taste, telling her to taste.

“Suck them! Cum PLEASE!” I begged her.

I forced my face as far between her thighs as I could without letting her sit, I wanted her cum to run, to drip out over my already soaking waiting lips, I felt her tense, I felt the gasp almost vibrating up from her toes then out of her lips, her head dipped, trying to suck my fingers as she groaned, then she came. Her tummy convulsed, pumping, muscled clenching as her orgasm tore through her, I held her tight as her sweet juices drenched me.

I stayed so very still, letting her come down off the wave, my tongue flicking but now slow, more gathering than taking as her breath slowed and body relaxed, before she sighed that deep sigh of satisfaction with an added, “Fuck Kelly!”

I rocked back onto my heels and looked up at her, my face soaked in her juices, her thong stretched slowly sliding back to cover her and I just giggled. No erotic slow stand to make her lick my face or to kiss her and smother her in her own juices like you see in a porn movie, I smiled. Triumphant I would guess, I had felt, touched, and tasted this woman, at last!! I managed to reply, “Oh yeah FUCK is right Tash!”

* * *

The sound of clapping hands behind me made me turn and spin so fast I felt my ankles buckle so that I ended up with my arse on the floor. “Well ladies that was quiet an opener, what’s the next act contain?”

“And just how long have you been watching Dave, oh by the way Tash meet Dave, Dave meet Tash,” I pointed one finger to you then swung it back to her.

“Long enough,” you smirked.

I looked up at Tash, the smile on her face said it all, those nights of teasing me were now over, this is for real, I reached out my hand and Tash pulled me to my feet. I kept hold of her hand and clenched it, leaning in I asked was she ok with this, her reply simple and to the point, “Very Bella?” and she winked.

“Come with me,” I cooed and walked her hand in hand over to where you were stood, the few feet feeling like yards until we closed the gap in front of you. I slipped my fingers out of hers but still holding her hand I leant in to kiss you. I pushed her hand between us, pressing it against the hardness so visible in your jeans. You didn’t kiss me, I let you lick, I let you taste her from my nose, cheeks, chin and then lips before we did kiss, deep, tongues probing, swirling, mixing her with us. I felt her fingers wriggling against my mound as I pressed it harder into you, she moved them slowly up then down, stroking you, making your pre cum darken the denim before I broke our kiss and stepped back.

I watched as you looked down then up, finding her eyes then leaning pushing your hips forward, grinding your hard cock into her touch. “Magnifico Bella, so hard Bella,” Tash purred as she spread then closed her fingers over you.

“You have no idea yet my sweet,” I smirked back stepping closer pulling her hand away, she didn’t resist as I pushed it against my lace so she could feel the wet she had made. “Taste me through the lace,” not waiting for her to answer I brushed past you and sat in the nearest chair. Opening and closed my legs, the balls of my feet pressed hard against the tiles, the sway slow and hopefully inviting as I gave you and her glimpses of the wet. She stood for a second, hand still out where my mound had been before she seemed to blink and wake up then move, almost in one motion, forward dropping to her knees at the same time.

“You’re a slut Kelly Louise,” you said as your eyes flicked between my open thighs and her arse, that perfect looking, olive skin that was now showing, her thong tucked between her cheeks, those lines where her skin darkened from her bikini all so very inviting.

I dipped my eyes, that almost coy look but still mixed with a smirk crossing my face as I looked up at you and said, “Come here,” you did, you stood simply watching.

I never took my eyes from yours as I felt her hands slide up and hold open my thighs, feeling her breath before her lips, kissing a trail, stopping to tease with a flick of her tongue over the wet patch on my lace panties before she made the same trail across and down the other thigh. My fingers creeping up your thigh to find the bulge of your hardness and then those five silver buttons, I bit my lip. Slowly one by one, eye still fixed to yours I flicked them open, my fingers pushing in to feel through your hairs, until the next was open and I found the shaft of your cock. Palm pressed flat, fingers pushing the denim away I eased it free, the head shimmering, covered in pre-cum I let it rest in my open hand before wrapping my fingers gently I began to wank you.

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I don’t know how many men I screwed last night because I drank a little too much and got pretty stoned. It must have been several because I smell like a New York whore and my legs, thighs and pussy are tender and sticky with cum. I guess I passed out on the bed in the guest bedroom after all of the fucking because I just woke up and that’s where I am right now, the sun is just beginning to rise. My arms and legs are handcuffed to the bed, I am completely naked, my legs are spread wide open, my pussy is still sloppy and engorged from being used most of the night by I don’t know how many men, and I have dried cum all over my body and in my hair.

I guess I must be considered as an easy slut with a reputation, because I came to the party knowing I was the only girl invited and had great expectations of letting all of them use and abuse me. It was very clear to me that they expected me to suck and fuck around like a cheap whore from man to man for each to enjoy. I like variety and am always horny and ready to screw, so, that is what I did; I fucked and sucked so many men that I lost count. I eagerly took on all comers (cummers) and everyone there had their way with me at least once. I wanted and deserved what I got, being the only woman in a house full of horny men and I still wanted more when I woke up.

When I wake up, the guys realize it, gather around the bed and tell me how talented I am and how well I performed for them last night. They ask if I’m ready for some serious sex and I tell them that I’m ready, willing and able to take anything they could throw my way. They want to know who I want first and what I want done to me. I let them know they could do anything they wanted to do to, that I wanted them to use and abuse me. They walk out of the room into the hall, I can hear them whispering among themselves for a few moments. When they return, one of them puts a blindfold on me while another squeezes my breasts and yet another fingers my pussy. I am esat escort becoming very aroused and wonder just what they plan to do to me. I can only hope it involves a lot of fucking and sucking like what I remember doing last night.

As I lay there anticipating their plans for me, a large cock slaps me in the face and the tip of it slides across my lips, I gasp and let it enter my eager, moist lips and start sucking. I suck it slow and deep into my mouth, taking the entire length with very little effort. A hand grabs and pulls the hair on the back of my head and controls the rhythm of his thrusts as his cock fills and fucks my mouth. I moan with pleasure as I suck him for about five minutes until his dick starts throbbing and suddenly erupted violently into my eager mouth, pumping it full of cum. I swallow most of it, but there is so much that it runs out of my mouth and drips down my chin and onto my breasts. The cock withdraws from my mouth and quickly replaced with another; I promptly begin sucking that one too. I love to suck cock and the taste of cum. Every man tastes different, and I enjoy the variety.

Someone is between my legs getting in position to fuck me. Without warning, a massive cock forcefully rams deep into my hungry cunt and is thrusting in and out of me with long, hard and deep strokes. My pussy is being stretched and is very wet, making sloppy squishy sounds as he plunges furiously into me as he pulls back and thrusts into me again and again. His huge dick is making loud popping noises when he fully withdraws for another deep stroke. I moan and groan with pleasure and urge him to keep fucking me. He is hammering me harder and faster by the minute. He is fucking my pussy, showing no mercy, and I enjoy his firm and deep physical attack. He is raping my sloppy cunt. I like it hard, long and deep and that is how I’m getting it. I feel an orgasm building as the inner walls of my pussy etimesgut escort constrict on the massive pole I have inside me. I feel the thick piece of meat pulsing inside me and I know it won’t be long before he shoots his load. I start cumming and squirt all over his unrelenting cock. I squeal with delight, I am enjoying myself immensely. Shortly after I cum, he slows down and shoots his hot and thick gift of cum deep inside of me. My pussy is drenched, yearning for more, and it only takes a moment for another large dick to part my swollen cunt lips to pick up where he left off.

I have another big fat cock slamming into me. I’m getting it rough and raunchy as the guy pounds my pussy with great enthusiasm. I begin to sweat from all of the activity that’s going on. I deserve what I’m getting, because I agreed to it and never said no. I tell him to use and abuse me, because I like what he is doing and don’t want him to stop, that I’m just getting warmed up. He picks up the pace and starts talking dirty to me, asking if I want more, and I tell him I can handle every man in the house and don’t intend to stop until I’ve had them all. Before I know what is happening, I feel my arms and legs released from the handcuffs. He rolls me over on top of him and I seize the opportunity to impale myself on his thick cock and grind ruthlessly on it. Someone pulls me forward until my breasts are against his chest and my ass is exposed. I grind onto him and begin to have another orgasm as he thrusts deep into me, hitting the bottom of my cunt with every stroke. I feel a slippery finger enter my ass, and then two and finally three fingers are slowly rotating and stretching my sphincter as they plunge in and out of me. I cum hard on the cock inside me, and yet, he continues to plunge into my sloppy and dripping cunt.

Someone fastens a leather collar around my neck. It has chains connected to it with leather straps etlik escort at the other end that attach to my ankles to prevent me from extending my legs out of the position I am in now, which is on my knees. I squirm on the cock inside me, enjoying myself immensely. I am in the perfect position for a cock to fuck me from behind, and I am pretty sure my ass is going to have a dick in it soon, and a moment later it does. I immediately explode with another orgasm as my ass is slowly stretching and filled with dick. The cock in my pussy unloads, filling me with another load of slippery cum. The guy in my ass cums quickly, and withdraws. Both of my holes are oozing cum as they withdraw. They remove the blindfold so I can see what is going on. I notice a guy holding a video camera, filming everything they were doing to me.

As I wait for more cock, I feel a firm, hard slap on my ass. It stings, but I like it, and moan with pleasure. Another slap immediately follows. I tell them to do it harder. Suddenly, I feel a sharp sting on my ass. One of them has a riding crop and is whipping my ass, back and thighs with it. I endure the initial pain, knowing that it will subside and enhance my pleasure. One of the guys is sucking on my neck and leaves a huge hickey. Another cock is in my pussy, thrusting hard into me until he blows his load, one more of many yet to cum in or on me. I suck and fuck them for a few hours until everyone has had their way with me at least once. I’m sure that I had at least 20 men that morning, but they were not finished with me yet…

My pussy is swollen and full of cum they filled me with; they order me to play with my cunt and to rub cum all over my face, tits and thighs, which I eagerly proceed to do. As I am smearing my body with their offerings, one of the guys shoved a huge dildo forcefully into my sloppy cunt. Each guy in the room took turns fucking me with it. I came several more times as they took turns fucking me with the hard and thick dildo.

They guys were done with me; I was released from my bonds and sent on my way. I left with a pussy so full of cum that I couldn’t keep it from running down my thighs. I had whip marks, cum and hickeys all over me, and was very well satisfied

I love the way it feels to be used and abused.

–To be Continued–

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