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When Haruna dreamt, it was of Hell.Her faith had taught her that there were Hells without number; that there existed an infernal, hierarchical multi-verse and in it, an infinity of eternal suffering.Paradoxically, that thought comforted her, for surely, in amongst them all, there was a Hell just for her. She imagined it as a vast plain of black basalt punctuated by distant spires of red quartzite. In her dreams, she would wander endlessly upon that plain of tortured stone, through drifting sands driven by mournful winds, under sterile, cloudless skies. It was not a Hell of pain and fire but one of inexpressible loneliness through which she would wander; lost and alone, forever.She prayed for that Hell earnestly, every morning at dawn, before her statue of Arya Tara; the golden bodhisattva, the goddess of compassion and infinite mercy. It was the only mercy Haruna hoped for. She asked for little else.Still kneeling before the shrine of Tara, she reached up and shut the doors, bowing as she did so. An instant later her phone rang. She saw that it was a secure encrypted line.“Haruna Murakami.”A voice at the other end informed her,“ I.G.O.C.A. correspondence due to arrive at 10am.”“I see, thank you.”The caller was gone. She had five hours before the I.G.O.C.A. courier was due. She sat at her desk and took out a piece of thick water colour paper and an ink stone. She had fresh water already to hand and chose her favourite antique brush. The ink soon coalesced into the perfect consistency and colour; the colour of basalt. And so she composed a poem whose theme had come to her sometime between her dream of Hell and waking to the blue dawning light of Zeta Ophiuchi.Tranquility endsAs the winds blow from the sea;Age old afflictionsWrack the cliff Anadolu Yakası Escort top pines and ruinTheir reckoning of the years.* Ursula Delmar opened her eyes and turned towards the window. She saw that the sun was already casting long bluish rays across the ebony floor. She threw back several stray locks of her long wavy blonde hair and continued to stare at the light.She had been living in Ereshkigal for over a year now; having made the three hundred light-year trip from Earth deep in hyper-sleep. At the age of twenty-five, it had been her first interstellar journey. Although generations of engineers had made Ereshkigal’s environment as Earth-like as possible she still found it difficult to get used to. The vast city orbited high above Melanchthon, the ninth planet of the star Zeta Ophiuchi. Melanchthon was a dark, jewel-like, gas giant. A ‘dusky gem of a planet,’ was the way her husband Kyle had described it, who now stirred in the bed beside her.She slipped naked from between the sheets and looked down at him. She was tall and slim with glorious cascades of rich honey-blond hair reaching down to her lower back. Her luminous blue eyes traced the lines of her husband’s back as he shifted slightly to bury his face deeper into his pillow. She smiled faintly and walked over to the window. She touched a control alongside it and the blinds shifted to reveal more of the view.What she saw was a sublimely beautiful sight; the city, with it’s elegant, clean lines, many lofty spires and fine towers against the backdrop of Melanchthon to the right and with the brilliant blue disk of ‘Z Ophi’, many times the size of Earth’s sun, in the distance beyond. Ursula was lost in wonder until she heard Kyle Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan call her name.She turned rapidly, swinging her perfect, rose-bud crowned breasts. Running up and jumping on top of him, she plunged her fingers under the sheets, found his naked flesh and tickled him vigorously.“Good morning honey. Happy Valentine’s Day!” * Once Haruna was satisfied with her calligraphy, she stood up and looked at each of the characters she had drawn in turn. Beautiful. She had graduated from the I.G.O.C.A academy at the top of her class in poetry and calligraphy and had made many gifts of her work to friends and lovers over the years. She often wondered to what distant star systems some of them had travelled taking her creations with them.A warm, gentle female voice; the voice of her phone, then informed her,“It is now 9am Miss Murakami.”“Thank you. Alert me again at 10am please.”“Very well Miss Murakami.”With one final long glance at the calligraphy she headed towards the bathroom. Shedding her black kimono and underwear along the way, she stood before the mirror and looked at her body. Long hours of yoga and training had paid handsome dividends; at twenty-eight, Haruna was athletic and powerful without having lost any of her grace and femininity. Her long, straight, black hair hung around small, pert breasts. A slender midriff, svelte hips and graceful legs completed a sublimely beautiful form.At only 170 centimeters, she was a petite powerhouse. But pride in her body and in her obvious beauty never touched her heart. Her body was a tool, her beauty; an opalescent vapor like the mysterious swirling clouds that ringed the mighty planet of Melanchthon..After showering, Haruna Escort Anadolu Yakası donned a light kimono of dark purple silk and proceeded to pack her case. Right on time, her phone announced,“It is now exactly 10am Miss Murakami.”“Yes, thank you.”Seconds later she heard the door chime. Tapping a control on the door activated a window through which she saw a young woman carrying one of the slim black envelopes that contained official Guild correspondence. She spoke to the woman,“Ok, swipe your card.”The woman did so and a gap appeared at eye level. She handed the envelope to Haruna and departed. Haruna then settled down on her sofa to read. Essentially, she had to travel to an address in the city’s swanky 71st district to meet a couple whose details were itemized minutely in the letter. After reading it a second time, she started planning her night’s work. *Kyle and Ursula had spent the entire day naked in bed. Their servants had brought them numerous gourmet meals, champagne, and a succession of exotic cocktails. They had kissed and fondled, watched hours of holo-porn and traded romantic small-talk. Finally at 6pm he blindfolded her and hung a long string of antique pearls around her neck; a string so long that it touched the tiny strip of blonde hair at the apex of her pussy. She kissed him passionately and felt his cock begin to come to life as he cupped her smooth firm ass cheeks. He slid his cock into the gap between her legs but she pulled away.“Ah no, not yet baby. I have a very special surprise for you. I’ve been planning it for months. A real treat for both of us. Save your…um… energy for that.”He pinched a handful of her ass cheek and collapsed back onto the bed.“Oh fuck baby, don’t make me wait too long. I want to empty my balls deep inside you. Do you remember our first Valentine’s Day, a year ago? Fuck, were you horny!”“Oh yes! That’s why I want to make this one even more special and more memorable.”“You look after me so well sweetheart.”She fell into his arms and soon their tongues entwined. They kissed until a chime sounded in the air above their bed.

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A Little Accidental Voyeurism

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During my freshman year of my undergraduate studies, I was staying in some really old dorms that had never been renovated. They were so old and out-of-date that they still had the original steam heaters from when the building was first built in the 1940s. Let me tell you, those things were fucking ancient. They were really huge too and they were in all the rooms.

None of the dorm rooms had individual bathrooms either; instead, if you needed to use the bathroom or take a shower, you had to go down the hall to the communal bathrooms shared by everyone on the floor. The dorms had originally only been built for men, so all the women’s bathrooms were just repurposed men’s bathrooms. They even still had urinals in them!

On top of all these nuisances, my dorm room was always really noisy during the evening. My roommate was always watching sitcoms on her television set that she’d brought with her from home and she’d always laugh at them hysterically as though they were the funniest thing in the world. Meanwhile, all the walls in those dorms were terribly thin and the girl in the dorm next to ours was always listening to pop songs at top volume. I tried to ignore all the noise, but sometimes I just needed to get away from it all.

The dorm building I was living in was divided into “houses” with each “house” having three floors of dorms, a resident assistant or “R.A.,” and a small lounge on the top floor that was just for members of that house. Some of the houses were co-ed, but my house was all-girls. Whenever I needed to work on homework, I’d go up to the lounge on the top floor, where it was usually nice and quiet.

There was an area with three couches and some coffee tables at one end of the lounge and at the other end, furthest from the door, were two tables with chairs. On that side of the room, there was also a steam heater. I’d always sit at one of the tables in the back of the room and work on homework or study for my classes.

No one else went up there—ever. Every time I ever went up there, the place was totally desolate. I mean, most nights, I could’ve probably gone up there, gotten totally naked, stayed up there like that for hours, and no one would’ve ever caught me. Of course, I never actually did that because I wasn’t a fucking idiot, but I probably could’ve done it and gotten away with it.

One night in early December at around 11:30, I was sitting on the other end of the room and I heard really loud sexual moaning coming from the heater. I went over to the heater and put my ear to it and realized the moaning was coming from the girl in the dorm room directly beneath the lounge. She was having very loud, passionate sex with a man.

I could hear literally everything that was happening in that room very clearly through the heater. I could hear the woman moaning very loudly, the man grunting as he thrust into her, the woman giggling between thrusts, the two of them talking to each other. It was Ataşehir Escort fucking hot and I was getting really turned on.

I could feel my pussy growing wetter by the second, so I reached into my panties and started playing with my clit. I know how incredibly perverted and voyeuristic this sounds, but I really couldn’t help myself and, besides, I could hear them from across the room anyway, so I figured, if they’re going to be so loud anyway, I might as well get off on it.

There was a window on the door to the lounge and, even though no one from my actual house had ever come up, boys from the house next door had sometimes come up to the door, thinking it was their lounge, and tried to get it. Obviously, they couldn’t get in since their keys wouldn’t work in the lock, but they could still see in through the window. I turned off the lights to the lounge so that way, even if one of them did happen to come up and look in through the window, all he’d be able to see would be blackness.

Then I laid down next to the heater. I unzipped the fly on my jeans, slid my hand into my panties, and started full-on masturbating as I listened to the couple having sex downstairs. I slid my middle and index fingers of my right hand into my tight opening and began thrusting in and out, fucking myself, while I used my left hand to fondle my breasts and play with my nipples.

I closed my eyes, imagining that I was the woman in the dorm below and that it was her partner who was fucking me and fondling my breasts, rather than my own hands. I tried to time each thrust of my fingers with each groan from the man in the dorm below. I tried to imagine what the mystery man might look like. Naturally, of course, I envisioned him tall, buff, and handsome with a mane of curly, brown hair.

The woman’s moans were getting louder and louder. I removed my left hand from my breasts and brought it to my clit. I was struggling not moan myself as I thrust in and out of my own pussy with my right hand and furiously rubbed away at my clit with my left.

Then I heard the woman cry out in ecstasy as she (presumably) came. That was hot enough to put me over the edge. I let my first orgasm that night wash over me. It took all my self-control to keep myself from moaning out loud in ecstasy of my own. After that, I heard them talking.

“I want you to deepthroat me,” the guy said.

“Sure,” I heard her say. After that, I heard her gargling as she sucked his cock. Then I heard her coughing. She coughed for several minutes. Finally, she stopped.

“God, I just almost died,” I heard her gasp breathlessly.

“I guess you can’t deepthroat,” the guy muttered.

“No, I can deepthroat, but, I mean, you’re just so huge I can’t do it on you,” she excused.

I had to keep myself from giggling at the sheer awkwardness of the situation. I was overhearing a couple in their most private moment and learning all their intimate details Ataşehir Escort Bayan of their sex lives—all just because they happened to be unaware of the fact that the pipes for the steam heater carried all the sound from their room straight up into the lounge!

Then, at that moment, I was forcibly yanked out of my state of amused contemplation and back to reality by the sound of a key turning in the lock to the door of the lounge. I panicked. No one but me had ever come up to the lounge before—ever! I’d been sure no one else in the dorm even knew it existed. I quickly pulled my now-soaking wet hand out of my panties.

The lights flipped on and I sat up to see the R.A. for my house come in through the door. She was a sophomore, which made her a year older than me, since I was only a freshman at that time. I barely knew her; she had led several house meetings, but that was basically all the contact I had had with her. A rush of panic washed over me. Had she seen me masturbating? I hoped to God that she hadn’t.

“Oh. I’m sorry I woke you up,” she said. “I saw the lights were out and I assumed there was no one in here.”

Thank God. She didn’t know I’d been masturbating while listening to the sounds of the couple downstairs in the throes of ecstasy.

I quickly went back over to the other side of the room and sat back down at the table and pretended to go back to my homework. My right hand was still covered in my pussy juices and the fly on my jeans was still open. I crossed my legs under the table, hoping the R.A. had not noticed my open fly. I surreptitiously wiped my hand on the leg of my jeans.

The R.A. sat down on one of the couches, got out her computer and started working. We sat there, both working in silence for a few minutes, but the couple downstairs wasn’t done yet. Not even close. Within minutes, I started hearing them fucking again.

The woman was moaning up a storm and I was certain the R.A. could hear her moaning too, since I was on the other end of the room and I could hear her, but the R.A. was sitting right next to the heater, meaning she should’ve heard the moaning even better than I could from where I was sitting.

The girl’s moaning got louder and louder and soon she was flat-out screaming.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuccckkk! Ohhhhh Godddd yeeeesssss!” I heard her shriek.

The R.A. and I both tried to ignore her screams and cries of ecstasy, but I could feel the wetness soaking through my panties and I was guessing from how much the R.A. kept fidgeting and readjusting her sitting position that she was feeling uncomfortably aroused too. This went on for what felt like forever, but was probably actually only around twenty minutes.

I think that those twenty minutes of sitting there in the lounge with the R.A. with my fly undone, my panties soaked, and my head filled with lustful thoughts as we both listened to the girl in the dorm on the floor below getting her brains Escort Ataşehir fucked out were possibly the most awkward twenty minutes of my entire life. The sexual frustration was unbearable. My pussy was aching for further release. I desperately needed to finish off what I had started.

Finally, after sitting there for what felt like ages, the R.A. finally packed up her laptop.

“See you later,” she said. Then she left. The door to the lounge slammed shut and locked behind her, leaving me once again alone in the room. By this point, the screaming had subsided. I went over to the heater and listened. They were talking to each other.

“That was amazing,” the woman said.

“I could tell,” the guy responded.

“I can’t believe we actually had sex,” she told him. “We’ve been friends for so long and we’ve never done this before. My boyfriend’ll be so mad if he finds out.”

I felt like my heart skipped a beat when I heard this. The man this woman had been fucking wildly for the past hour or so wasn’t her boyfriend; she was cheating on him. This made the fact that I had overheard them fucking seem even more thrilling.

“We can’t let anyone know about this or it’ll get around to him,” the man who was not the woman’s boyfriend replied.

“That’s absolutely right. We can’t tell a soul. No one’s ever gonna know we FUCKED,” the woman laughed. “We’ll take this secret with us to our graves.”

I was struggling to avoid laughing out loud at the whole irony of this situation. It just so happened that the one time they were the most certain that everything they were doing was a complete secret was actually the one time someone else was listening in on them.

After that, I pulled my jeans and panties all the way down to my knees. I plunged my middle and index finger of my right hand into my wet pussy and began fucking myself with them, thrusting in and out as I simultaneously used my left hand to play with my clit. I came something like fifteen times, all the while thinking about the things I had just heard.

After I was done fucking myself, I was all hot and sweaty. Even though it was December, the steam heaters tended to work too well and so all the rooms were always way too hot. I packed up all my things and brought them back to my dorm. Then I got together everything I needed to take a shower and headed down to the showers, wearing only a fluffy pink bath robe and some shower sandals.

When I got to the showers, I saw none other than the girl who lived in the dorm directly beneath the lounge, the same one whom I had just overheard having the fuck of a lifetime with her secret lover. She was just getting out of the shower and was wearing only a white towel, wrapped around her body. Her long, black hair was hanging down, dripping with water.

I realized that she must have gone to take a shower immediately after her partner and her were done having sex. I wasn’t sure what to say to her, so I just said, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been having an awesome night so far tonight. How’s your night been?”

“I guess it has been pretty awesome for me too,” she replied. She kind of half smiled at me. Then she headed back to her room.

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New Start 12

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The previous entry had me at a couple’s home, where I closely witnessed an amazing sexual encounter involving the wife and a man she met in the local casino. I slept at their house that night.I woke up in Russ’s house, in a slight state of confusion or mentally dazed. It took a moment to clear my head and last night’s show immediately returned in my mind. I lay there fully dressed, pondering what I witnessed and wondered if Amanda was able to sleep after her experience. I rolled out of the bed and walked to the bedroom door, listening for any sounds that indicated that someone was awake. Not hearing anything, I walked out of the room and made my way to the den. The smell of coffee filled the air, and I heard a wooden chair sliding on a stone floor.I found the source of the smell and sound. Russ was sitting at a table with a cup of coffee, dressed in a robe. I startled him as I entered the kitchen. He nodded toward the coffee pot and the cups in the open cupboard above the pot. I poured myself a cup and joined him at the table. A moment passed before he spoke. He mentioned that the guy and I were the only times we have done that. He looked at his cup, then took a sip. I told him that I respected their privacy then I sipped from my cup. He managed a smile and told me that it would be a little Ataşehir Escort while for him to get ready and then he would bring me to my car.While I waited, I checked my cell. Simone called about five times and left a message. But I didn’t listen to it. About fifteen minutes passed and Russ returned to the kitchen. He was dressed casually and looked better. He asked if Amanda had come down. I told him no, and we walked out to his car.On the way back to the casino, I asked Russ about the security system. He mentioned that he was a building architect, the kind that designed large buildings. The company he owns designs, builds and over saw everything from the foundation to completion. And it involved security systems and building management: everything. I nodded and explained to him that my job involves building management, controlling building electrical systems, air conditioning, including fire and security. I said that I was impressed with security system, and I had experienced similar systems in highly sensitive government locations.He told me that Amanda doesn’t know about that part of the system.We reached my car and I thanked Russ for the hospitality. He smiled, saying see you later. I watched him drive off before I got in my car. As I drove to my Ataşehir Escort Bayan apartment, I thought about Russ and Amanda’s relationship. Apparently, he traveled often, and I wondered if she remained at their home alone while he was away. I arrived home, showered and laid on my bed. The thought of that man’s endowment returned. I wondered how any woman could handle something as large as that. But babies are born, so that ended that chain of thought.My cell buzzing brought me back to the present. As expected, it was Simone calling. She sounded a bit annoyed asking if I were OK. I told her yeah and told her I was at the casino with some coworkers. Then I asked her when she would be home.Simone talked for a few minutes about her trip and wanted to make plans for the upcoming holiday. I suggested the casino rather than the usual clubs we hung out with our friends at. She said that it might be fun and said that she would drop by after she got back.That night I dropped by the little bar near my apartment and chatted with the bartender over a beer. He asked how work was going. I told him that I’d be going to Phoenix for training the first week of February. Nothing was going on at the bar, so I called it a night after one beer.At my apartment, my neighbors Escort Ataşehir had returned to Italy for the holidays, according to Simone. Without any action going on, I crashed in front of my television.The next day, Simone called and said that she was coming by. I showered and dressed in my usual jeans with a polo shirt and waited for Simone to arrive.She arrived, wearing a fuchsia-colored blouse and jeans. She caught my admiring eyes just before kissing me.We picked a small cafe to have lunch and Simone talked about her visit as she drove. She spoke about how she met with a couple of her childhood friends. When we arrived at the cafe, the hostess sat us at a table that was somewhat obscured from the entrance.I sat quietly, listening because I sensed that Simone was getting to something with her conversation. The conversation went on for about thirty minutes. During that time, I noticed that she seemed a bit different than usual as she spoke.She spoke about some wild times and about one friend, Michelle. She paused to take a sip of tea, then continued telling me that Michelle was raised in a single parent home by her mother. They met on the first day of second grade and became friends that day. They spent many weekends together at each other’s house and Michelle usually stayed at her house because of her mother’s career at the hospital.Simone paused and finished the last bite of her salad. Before Simone answered, she looked at a couple entering the cafe, then waved our waitress over and asked for the check.  In a low tone she whispered that she would tell me when we got back to the car.

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Solo Shower

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I went upstairs like I always do and shucked my clothes off on the way into my bedroom…starting with my socks since I hate anything on my feet, y’know… skimming out of my sleep and work rumpled t-shirt and bra and wriggling out of my sweats and thong. Padding into the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting it steam while I buzzed down my pubic hair to a short stubble and nearly skin on the sides, since I’m gonna shave while I’m in there. After what seems like eternity, the bathroom gets so steamy I can’t see, I step into the shower and begin my ministrations.

Letting the hot water stream over me, I feel my muscles start to relax as the thoughts from our conversations whirl through my head, keeping lower more intimate parts of me keyed up. Shaking my head to partially clear my foggy thoughts, I start lathering up with kiwi scented wash, letting the sudsy water flow down my body as my hands rub more scented soap into my skin and finally lathering my hair. I grab my razor and suds up my legs, shaving rather quickly but making sure both legs are silky smooth before going onward and upward. This time, I grab the shaving cream from the counter Ümraniye Escort and suds up my mound shaving in a landing strip and making sure I have smooth skin from back to front. I do this to please you — and myself — but I like knowing I’m smooth, ready, and soft for you.

Finishing up my washings, I run my hands over my body feeling the muscles that have started firming up from my daily workouts, my abs starting to flex as I run my hands from hips to breasts, picturing your face in my mind’s eye, feeling my nipples perk against my palms as I cup my breasts, lifting them to you in silent offering then rinsing them off as I caress each still-firm mound. Pinching each nipple softly, harder, then harder still, I groan as I feel a jolt from each nipple straight to my clit. Nipple play has always made me horny — whether it’s by myself or with someone else. I finish rinsing off and letting my fingers trail over my pussy lips as I feel a very unexpected tingle from the cream. Grabbing the bottle I read “menthol” on the label…oh…so that explains that tingling feeling that is creeping down through me. What Ümraniye Escort Bayan the hell, I thought as the sensations start to overwhelm me.

My fingers lightly playing over my pussy lips I rake my nails lightly over my clit as I groan and add another glob of cream to keep that tingle going. My hips start to rock as I press harder on my clit with two fingers of one had while the other hand dips into my cunt feeling my own wetness through the wetness of the shower. Fingers sliding in and out of my cunt, I run my thumb nail over my clit as I groan feeling my cunt filled with my fingers dripping wet for me…for you.

Fingers still moving, I press the heel of my hand against my clit and rock into my hand…fucking myself imagining you watching me…noticing that the silkiness of my juices feels interestingly sticky when mixed with the water from the shower. Remembering my promise to you, I slip my other hand around to starting to play with my arse teasing the bud and pressing in as I shiver and slide down the wall to a squatting position for better access. I relax as my finger keeps pressing into Escort Ümraniye my arse while I rock my clit against my hand, trying to hold my orgasm off until I fulfill my promise. I finally feel my muscles relax and the first two knuckles of my finger pass the tight muscle of my arse. I shudder at the light zap of pain but it’s over powered by pleasure as my finger slides in and out and body reacts to the sensations.

I find myself gasping for breath as I try to not slide down the wall to the floor, shifting to my knees I spread them wide as I keep both hands moving as I work myself toward release. I moan as my fingers move faster and faster, slipping the hand out of my cunt to concentrate directly onto my clit, rolling it between my fingers as I shudder as I slip another finger into my arse. I’m teetering on the edge, my breath is coming in gasps and my eyes are unfocused as this time I pinch my clit while shoving my fingers deep into my arse, imagining it’s your cock…at that thought, my hips popping wildly I start cumming harder than I ever have before while I bite my lip till it bleeds to keep from screaming my release…

After I come back to reality I slide my fingers from my arse and pussy, and try to stand up on shaky legs while I give myself another hasty rinse…wow…I let the hot water run out. Oh well, it was very much worth it, I just have to remember to write it down to give to you…stepping out, I dry off and keep smiling.

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Becca’s First Gang Bang

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I arrived home from class excited about my night out with friends. It had been a while since I had a Friday night off work without having to be at work early the next morning and I had every intention of partying all night. Dinner with the girls and dancing the night away at the club.

But when I entered my bedroom and saw what was laying on my bed, I knew my girls night out, was out. Some clothing was very neatly placed at the foot of my bed with an envelope adorned with one word: “Pet”.

I opened the envelope and removed the note.

“Be ready at 8:00”

It was signed “Sir”.

My heart was racing. Anytime that Sir left me such instructions, I was in store for an evening that I would certainly never forget.

I inspected the clothing left for me and immediately became excited. It was a white button down shirt, a plaid skirt, simple white cotton bra, bobby socks, and a pair of black and white oxfords on the floor. A school girl uniform.

Beside this on the bed was a small makeup case with some blush, eye liner, red lipstick and matching nail polish.

It was only 3:45 so I had plenty of time to get ready but my mind was racing wondering what was in store for me. I wanted to please Sir and make him proud of me, but the anticipation was almost unbearable.

I called my friend and backed out of our plans, stating some plausible excuse. Sir and I have certain scheduled days a week when we play, but plans do NOT interfere with His surprise events. He is very good to me and I cannot deny Him.

I went to the bathroom and began getting ready by running a bath and shaving. Sir likes me smooth so I spend extra time getting everything to his liking. After bathing with Sir’s favorite soaps and shampoo, I dry my hair and style it now I think he would want it, given my outfit. He loves to play off of our age difference; being that he is more than twice my age, he loves accenting my youthful appearance. Since I know He is going for the school girl look, I consider pig tails, but this screams elementary school, so I decide to go with a single pony tail tied with a red ribbon.

Still wrapped in my towel, I get my new nail polish and go to the couch. I watch a sitcom rerun as I paint my finger nails and toe nails and let them dry. After this, I return to my room and grab my clothes on the way to the bathroom. I take the tag off of the bra an put it on. It’s a cute little thing that reminds me of some of my first training bras years ago, only with larger cups. I dig through the clothes and return to my bed looking for my panties, but there are none. This would indicate that Sir wishes for me to go without. I put on the skirt and am shocked at how short it is. It is pleated like a traditional school uniform but is several inches shorter than any I wore in high school barely a year ago. It covers me but sitting and bending over will be interesting.

Next, I begin my makeup in the bathroom. Sir has included no powder or base and I know that he wants me to emphasize my natural complexion and not hide it. I applied the eye liner followed by a light application of blush; just enough to accentuate my cheeks. Finally, I finished up with the lipstick. Looking in the mirror at myself, I felt that Sir would be pleased. I took my shirt off the hanger and put it on and buttoned it. It was snug but not tight and accentuated my small waist and ample breasts. My bra was slightly visible at certain angles and lighting. He had me dressed to tease.

It was now 7:45 and I began wrapping up getting ready for Sir’s arrival. I had noticed a small pocket on the skirt, just large enough for a credit card or ID. I placed my ID in it even though I’m not old enough to drink and would likely not need it and headed for the living room. As an after thought, I grabbed the new lipstick and put it in the pocket with my ID, for touch up. I get the feeling the bright red lips will be a feature Sir will focus on.

As I entered the living room, there was a knock at the door. I peeked through the peep hole and confirmed it was Sir, early as usual. I opened the door and invited him in.

“You look lovely.” He says with a grin.

“Thank you, Sir.” I reply modestly.

“Ready of go?”

“Yes, Sir.”

With this brief exchange, he ushers me out the door and locks it behind us. He opens my car door and admires me hungrily as I climb in. He drives us to a popular local night club. With me on his arm, we enter the club and are met with many curious stares of those interested in what our story is. A well dressed, good looking older gentleman with a school girl on his arm. We have a seat at a table and he orders us drinks. He thinks its cute to order a beer for himself and a Shirley Temple for me. My clothes, though not that out of place, continue to attract stares from the club patrons because of the suggestiveness of them given my chaperone. After I finish my drink, Sir encourages me to go dance. He is not one for dancing, but he insists that I go have fun. Walking out on the dance floor with my friends, in clothing that I am comfortable Ankara escort with, is one thing. But going out alone dressed as I am with everyone already eyeing me, is nerve wracking.

I feel awkward and clumsy dancing at first, but most of the other dancers pay little attention to me and before long, guys start making their way toward me. Most dance with me a moment or two and get an eyeful, others try to get closer. Before I know it, one guy is behind me, gyrating is pelvis against me and reaching around running his hands down the front of my shirt to my waist and around the sides to hold my hips. I look at Sir, who as been watching me the whole time, but he merely nods and grins slightly. I know this means that he is pleased with me and wishes me to continue as I am going. The guy behind me takes my inaction as approval of his advances and proceeds. He works his hands back around to my stomach and holds me against him as he begins very a sexually provocative thrusting motion behind me. He soon pulls one hand behind me and pushes me face forward, to where I am standing in a bent over position, continuing to thrust against my ass. I place my hands on my knees to steady myself as he runs his hands up my thighs lifting my skirt as he does. I have noticed people around us watching and my heart stops, knowing that they are all about to be fully aware that I am wearing no panties. I glance at Sir, who only continues to watch, sipping his beer. Several other guys around me, emboldened by the one guy’s advances, decide to chance copping a feel too and move in on me. Before long, I am being passed back and forth from guy to guy on the dance floor. Some grab me close, grinding their obviously hard cocks against me through their pants. Some fondle my breasts, some slide their hands under my shirt and rub over my stomach. I had as revolving sea of guys around me feeling and touching. I was pretty much being publicly molested. And then one was brave enough to reach under my skirt and start rubbing my pussy.

I looked up at Sir, but he was gone, and my heart stopped. I was about to panic when He appeared in the thick of things. I had one guy behind me, grinding, one either side who had taken my hands and had me grabbing their cocks, and the guy in front of me, who had his finger about to press inside my shaved pussy.

Sir’s voice was calm but commanding, “Pardon me gentlemen, I’m afraid it’s time we have to be going.”

He pulled me off of the dance floor to the protests of the young guys and toward the main door, with me trailing behind him holding his hand like a child being pulled to a private area for punishment. But i knew i was nit being punished; Sir had plans tonight. We had only been here an hour or so though and I was surprised that we were leaving already.

When we reached the car, he opened my door like the perfect gentleman and paused. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me quickly on the lips. The tang of beer on his breath and his touch sent my heart racing.

“Did you have fun, my pet?” he asked.

“Yes Sir. ” I said, flushed with excitement at his show of affection.

“Good. Then I think our next stop will not disappoint you either.”

This this he gestured me into the car and again eyed me as I got in. We rode in silence for a few minutes. We pulled up and parked at a hotel and he walked around and opened my door. We entered the lobby and he went straight toward the elevator. Then he turned and looked at me as we passed the ladies room.

“You want to freshen up before we go up. ” He said.

It was more statement than question so I replied, “Yes Sir. Thank you.”

I didn’t know why I would need to freshen up if we were just going to a hotel room. Surely the bathroom in the room would be fine, but I could tell that he wanted me to go here so I did. I took the opportunity to pee and checked my makeup. I was a little hot from dancing but my blush had stayed fairly well so I just reapplied my lipstick and straightened my clothes.

When I left the restroom, we entered the elevator and Sir pressed the button for the floor and the doors closed.

I followed Sir down the hall to the room and stood beside him as he used the key card to open the door. I was surprised entering the room, to find it already occupied. There were several black men already there, sitting on the couches of the luxurious suite room, watching a basketball game on TV.

The three, neatly dressed, men got quiet and turned to see us as we entered and Sir closed the door behind us. The men, each in their late twenties or early thirties, looked like they were expecting us but looked confused as well.

“Cut that off.” Sir commanded, looking at the television.

After a moment of confusion from being ordered around by a strange man, one of the men made to turn it off but I, accustom to quickly following Sir’s commands, was already at the TV pressing the power button. The men turned and eyed me with cautious smiles on their faces. About this time, another black man walked out of the Ankara escort bayan bathroom and spoke to Sir.

“Hey, man, I was beginning to wonder if you weren’t going to show. ” the man said.

“I’m here, just as promised, Jonathan.” Sir said to the man. And added gesturing toward me “And so is she.”

Jonathan seem, only then, to notice my presence although the other three had not taken their eyes from me.

“Oh, man, she’s even hotter than I imagined.”

“Indeed she is.” Sir agreed.

“Come here baby.” Jonathan said walking toward me.

I glanced at Sir, who simply nodded. Walking to the man, I began to wonder what was going on; why had Sir put me in this situation? But I trust him, so I wasn’t scared. Jonathan took my hand and turned me around, appraising me.

“Damn, she is fine.” he said as he sat down on one of the sofas and patted his lap. “Come here baby, have a seat.”

Looking to Sir for confirmation, I was given the same affirming nod. I walked slowly to Jonathan and sat as he had directed. He took his large hands and turned my face back and forth looking me over carefully. Then ran his hands down my shirt, across my breasts, down my stomach and slid them down my thighs to the hem of my skirt.

Sir spoke up then, “Gentlemen, this is my little Becca. I’ve brought her here to entertain you all. Enjoy her, but do not hurt her.”

Sir was giving me to these men to use. We had talked about things like this but I felt unprepared and anxious at the thought of being used sexually like this my total strangers.

When Sir had sat back, obviously finished, Jonathan slowly pulled my skirt up and the other three inhaled deeply as he exposed my shaved crotch. He quickly found my soft folds with his large fingers and began to explore.

“Come on guys. ” Jonathan said to the other three, and they converged on me.

Since Sir and I met and started playing, never had I been with anyone else. And never before had I been with more than one person at a time. Now, I am faced with four large black men. This was altogether exciting and scary. I glanced again at Sir who was now sitting on another couch watching attentively. He gave no indication of instructions so I went with my instincts.

One of the other men was unzipping his pants now and pulled out a very large cock and stood close to me.

“Here ya go babe.”

Another glance at Sir revealed no objections, so I grabbed the large black cock and stroked it a few times before pulling it into my mouth. It slid past my bright red lips and the man let out a grunting moan of pleasure as I felt his organ begin really engorging in my mouth.

I felt hands touching my breasts and thighs and Jonathan’s hand still rubbing on my clit. Soon, my shirt was being unbuttoned, exposing my bra and stomach. My bra was pushed down exposing my tits and soon I felt lips sucking my right nipple and fingers pinching and twisting my left. The cock in my mouth began to thrust in and out quickly began hitting the back of my throat, gagging me. I pulled back, but hands were suddenly holding my face as he thrust deeper. I tried to relax and take as much as I could, fighting the gag reflex, and took his cock deeper into my throat. Opening my mouth wide, he shortened his thrusts and I could feel the swollen head of his cock in my throat. I tried my best but eventually gagged and thought I was going to throw up. He saw this and pulled back letting me recover.

He stepped back and there were the other two men, now naked, pulling me to my feet. Jonathan stood and they pulled my shirt off and removed my bra before sitting me back on the couch. One of them stepped up to my right and thrust his cock in my face and I took it, pulling it into my mouth. He wasn’t as big as the first one, but was still larger than any cock I’d ever seen in person. As I sucked him, the other man stepped up to my left. I took his cock and began stroking it. The first man who I sucked was now naked and kneeling between my legs, lifting my skirt and spreading my pussy open. I was wet by this point and his large finger had no trouble penetrating me as he leaned over and began licking my clit. I jumped at the sensation and let out a yelp. This amused the men and they all laughed.

I pulled the cock out of my mouth and turned to the one on my left and began sucking it as I stroked the one on my right. The man between my legs was moving in closer. I felt his skin on my thighs and then the head if is cock against my, now very wet, cunt. He pressed forward slowly until his head had penetrated me and then pushed in deeper. After a few slow strokes, he pushed in all the way and I felt slightly painful sensation I’d never had during sex. He pulled out again and began thrusting in and out in long strokes. I’d never been with such a large man and at first it was uncomfortable, but I soon was able to take him all without any discomfort. I swapped back and forth on the two cocks to my right and left, sucking one and stroking the other. Jonathan was naked by this Escort Ankara point and sitting on the couch beside me playing with my tits.

The man fucking me was getting faster and faster, thrusting his large cock in and out of me. I was suddenly and surprisingly overcome with an orgasm and let out a loud scream of pleasure as the man continued fucking me.

“God damn! Look at this bitch getting off on my cock!” the man said braggingly.

All the men laughed and another said “Yeah, man, she’s a horny little slut, ain’t she?” Which brought another round of laughter.

Apparently excited by making me cum so quickly, the man fucking me, was nearing orgasm.

“Move boys!” He said as he pulled out and stood up quickly.

I realized at this moment that I’d stopped sucking or stroking the two cocks in my hands and that I was actually supporting myself from them. The man trust his cock at my face and as the others stepped back, pulling me up with their cocks, and practically shoved his in my mouth. I grabbed it stroking with both hands as I sucked it in and out, and within seconds he was cumming in my mouth. He came so much I thought I was going to choke on it all, but managed to swallow it down.

Jonathan was still sitting on the couch beside me, stroking his cock. I was even larger that the last one and I eyed it lustily.

“You like that slut?” He asked me.

“Yes sir.” I said.

“You want to suck it for me little girl?” He said teasingly.

“Yes sir, I do want to suck it for you.” I replied obediently and kneeled in front of him grabbing his huge cock with both hands.

I begin stroking his gorgeous cock slowly and rub it against my face and lips as his erection grew. Pushing it toward his stomach, I leaned down to lick his balls. I sucked one into my mouth and sucked gently, pulling back. He moaned as I let it slide from my mouth and I stared up at him giggling and bit my lip. I don’t know why, but I liked Jonathan the best and was enjoying playing with him. He looked at me and told me not to stop so I began ticking his cock again with my tongue all the way up and down the shaft. His moans continued as I felt one of the others lifting my skirt and pressing his cock against my pussy. I opened up and sucked Jonathan’s cock into my mouth as the other shoved his in all the way on the first stroke. I grunted what would have been a squeal, were my mouth not full of cock, at the surprise of being so suddenly impaled.

After the initial thrust, he pulled out slowly and started fucking me in a steady rhythm. I took as much of Jonathan’s cock as I could and pulled my head back sucking as I did. As I was pounded from behind, I continued to slide my mouth up and down on Jonathan’s cock sliding my tongue along the underside and licking the head, letting it pop out if my mouth every few strokes. Both men were moaning and grunting as they used my body for their pleasure. I thought of this and remember Sir, watching the whole thing and immediately got very excited and could feel another orgasm coming. I sucked Jonathan with more fury and the other mans cock drove me toward orgasm. I came hard again, pulling his cock from my mouth and almost collapsing into him, his cock pressed against my neck and my face on his stomach. I wrapped my arms around Jonathan’s waist and began kissing and licking, and nibbling on his hard abs. He was so absolutely masculine and hard and this drove me over the edge and I came again almost immediately, not from the fucking but from the thought of Jonathan’s hard body.

The man behind me started thrusting harder and faster and I could tell he was about to cum inside me, but at the last second, he pulled out and shot his load all over my back. I could feel the warm spurts of his cum hitting my back, starting at my shoulder blades moving back to my ass. He stroked through his orgasm and pumped that last of his load right on my ass and continued thrusting his hard cock in my crack for several more seconds until his spasms had passed.

As he stood up, I did as well and unzipped my skirt to remove it. The man who has just cum helped me pull it down and stepped back with it after it was removed. I stepped over and sat on the couch beside Jonathan who leaned to me and began kissing my neck and cheeks as his hand fondled my breasts. I turned to him with lust in my eyes and kissed him passionately, putting my hands on his cheeks to keep our lips together. He tasted of beer, and in that moment,I could not remember a more passionate moment in my young life. I was snapped back to reality by the laughing of the other men.

“Damn right, man!” one called.

“Here, I know.” Another one said and I became aware of something touching me.

I pulled back from Jonathan and saw that they had found my lipstick in my skirt pocket and were writing on me with it. It was hard to see what was written on my chest, but I later saw that it read “SLUT”. On my stomach, one of the men was now writing “CUM DUMP”. I was snapped out of my romantic state that I had been in with Jonathan and back to the fact that I was being used by four black men as just that, a cum dump. I was filled with a mixture of embarrassment, rage, and humiliation. My heart was now pounding, not from sexual arousal, but from emotion. I remember Sir at that moment and looked at him; tears starting to well up in my eyes.

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Paul arrived at the building that his supervisor had directed him to, he had been feeling overworked lately. His back, neck and shoulders had been extremely tense the last week, it was starting to affect his performance at work. He sighed and walked inside, “I’m here for my appointment,” he said to the receptionist.

Tamika stood at the counter smiling, hoping that her appointment would be on time. Money had been tight lately and she needed the extra cash. Smiling as she saw a man walk in her eyes danced over his body taking it all it. He had a nice build and was not to bad looking either. She had to admit to herself that she just might enjoy this. Although she doubted he had any idea as to what he was in store for. “Hi I’m Tamika.. I am guessing your Paul?” she asked.

“Yes I am, I’m here for my 4pm massage,” replied Paul.

Smiling sweetly she checked the books. “Alright sir follow me. I will show you to your room and there you can undress there are towels available for your use and then I will be right with you.”

“Ok, thank you,” said Paul as he followed the black woman down the hall.

Stepping out behind the counter she led the way down the hall and to a room at the very end. Paul was her first customer that she had since she started her job here and she hoped that he would be pleased with his massage this afternoon. Stopping at the door she looked at him. “Here we are.”

“Thank you,” said Paul as he stepped inside and looked around the room it had a shower and table with a stack of fluffy white towels and a rack for hanging clothes. He pulled off his shirt and looked around again it reminded him a lot of a spa rather then a massage parlour.

Waiting a few minutes outside the door, Tamika knocked lightly, “Paul are you ready?” she asked.

Paul slid off his boxers and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “Yeah, just a moment,” he called out as he tied the towel. He opened the door and stepped out.

Tamika could not stop her eyes from wandering or her mouth from watering. To see such a gorgeous specimen in front of her was something that she had not expected. As she could now see how well toned his body truly was. Her eyes trailed up and down his body as she softly licked her lips. Then snapping back Anadolu Yakası Escort to reality she looked up to him and smiled softly. “Alright let me show you to where we will be doing the massage.”

Tamika made her way down the back hallway to one of the rooms. All were empty, so she decided to go with her favourite. It was the largest room on her floor. The decorations were soothing but a bit on the erotic side of things. Hoping that this room would suit him she opened the door and showed him inside.

“Thank you,” said Paul as he stepped into the room to see the subtle erotism in the room, the paintings were almost indecent as he laid down on the table.

Smiling softly Tamika walked over to the counter and took off her rings and the rest of her jewellery. “If you will excuse me for one moment, I need to wash my hands before we begin sir,” she said.

“Fine by me,” said Paul as he tried to get comfortable but his neck and shoulders were so tense he couldn’t stay still.

Tamika left the room for a few moments. When she returned her hair was pulled back neatly and she had changed into one of her work uniforms which was simply a mini skirt and a nice tank top. The goal here was to please and so in turn the managers felt the girls showing a little skin would not hurt a thing. Walking back into the room she walked over to the table where Paul laid tossing and turning. Having warmed her hands she grabbed a bottle of heated massage oil and began to slowly massage it into his back. “How does this feel..?” She asked the man kindly. As she was unable to tear her eyes away from his amazing body.

“Feels great,” he groaned.

As she continued the massage she could feel the tension between his shoulders and across his back. There were knots through out his back and she could not understand what he did to have so much tension and stress in his muscles. Curiosity grasped her and although she was suppose to keep him relaxed she could not help but to ask. “Paul do you have a lot of stress in your life?” She asked as she worked on kneading one of the knots out of his back.

“No, it’s just my work keeps me really busy. I’m a fireman, it’s difficult to find much time to relax,” he said as her hands glided across Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan his back the oil sinking into his skin.

Listening intently to what he had to say she was a little surprised when he told her that he was a fireman. Biting her lip to keep from saying anything more she continued to massage his back hoping that this pleased him, the way it was suppose to. He groaned as he fingers worked magic on his tense muscles. Finally after a half hour of working out the knots Tamika decided it was time for him to roll over on to his back. Smiling to herself she looked down, “Ok Paul I will hold the towel in place and then I need you to roll over onto your back for me.” Paul thought that this was a bit different, not that he’d ever had a professional massage before. He pushed up from the bench and rolled over onto his back. It felt so much less tense now.

Smiling Tamika placed the towel back to where it belonged. Taking a little more massage oil in her hands she began rubbing it into his chest. She could feel his muscles pulse under her and it took her everything she had not to jump him right then and there. But she knew that was not apart of her job so she knew where she had to draw the line. But that did not mean she did not want to.

He groaned as the warming oil was spread across his chest he leaned back against the bench. This was heaven, he had to book another massage for another time it would certainly help relieve the tension he built up.

Tamika continued massaging his chest and then his arms and hands down to his calves and his feet. Then as she finished all the base areas she removed the towel and began to massage his thighs.

Paul was enjoying the massage immensely until he felt a tug on his waist as the towel was pulled away. He was shocked to say none the least but the oil had jellified all his muscles. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, her continued strokes on his thigh muscles were heavenly. He had to come back here some other time.

As Tamika felt his muscles relax in his legs one of her hands embraced his cock and began stroking up and down as the other massaged his balls.

Paul gasped as she grasped his cock in one hand and started a careful stroking motion. Escort Anadolu Yakası He moaned as she stroked him. Never in his life had he been in such an unusual situation.

Tamika continued working her hands as she was supposed to until she made him come. She was unsure how long that would take but this was the special package deal.

He groaned, prickles of sensation washed over him. He couldn’t believe he had such a goddess stroking his cock like she was while he laid practically immobile on the table. Her other hand caressing his balls send more waves of pleasure flooding through him

Tamika continued her massage on his balls as the hand stroking his cock began to go faster. Looking up to him she smiled softly, “Is everything alright?” She asked softly.

He moaned long and croaked “Fine.. it’s.. all good.”

Smiling Tamika continued working faster and longer strokes focusing on the head of his cock while her other hand continued its manipulation of his balls. Licking her lips she swallowed hard and continued on with her job.

His breathing increased steadily as the rest of his body felt extremely relaxed, his cock throbbed and ached from the devilish hands on him. He groaned again as the pleasure surged through him.

Feeling his cock twinge in her hands she continued going faster and faster.

He threw his head back and cried out as his cock throbbed once again before his orgasm washed over him and he exploded in the talented grip of her hands. He groaned as her hands milked him, he collapsed against the table as his orgasm faded away.

Smiling as she finished Tamika went over to the sink in the room and washed her hands. Grabbing a heated towel she walked back over to the table he was laying on and wiped him down so that he would be all nice and clean. “There you are Paul. Was everything up to your expectations?” she asked.

“Wow.. more then, nobody told me that is what the “special” meant,” he panted

Tamika looked at him a little confused and then took a step away. “Oh sir I do apologize then. I thought you knew.”

“No no, it’s ok. One of my work colleges probably thought it would be funny to play this kind of joke on me, don’t be embarrassed you were only doing your job,” he assured her.

Tamika nodded and then smiled softly, “There is a robe hanging on the door for you…Then you may use the shower facilities, Have a wonderful day.” She said to the man before leaving the room. She had never been so embarrassed in all her life! But she had enjoyed herself. She hoped her future clients were just as good looking as that guy was.

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This is my first ever shared erotica. Opinions/critiques are welcome.

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The rocking of the ship was more evident in the lower holds, and nowhere near as pleasant-smelling as the floor where Anastasia and her parents were booked. But it was definitely much more exciting to the bored little socialite who was enjoying her first time travelling far from her gilded home.

At her arm was a dusty, freckled crew lad with a gleam in his eyes. He’d caught her sneaking down the servant’s stairs to see what trouble she could get into down there…after realizing how lovely his quarry was, there was no way Michael intended on turning her in, or returning her upstairs anytime soon.

After sneaking a bottle from the hold’s stores of wine, Michael led Anastasia to a small room with a few crates, barrels, and stores of the rich passengers inside. They drank the wine from the bottle like savages. Anastasia reeled with the rocking boat and the heady wine, shivers of excitement traveled up and down her spine. Her breath was quick and shallow under her strict, boned corset, and she was beginning to get quite warm in this area down by the ship’s boilers. Michael smiled and handed her the wine again. With the next gulp, Anastasia’s vision swirled and everything grew dark.

From the darkness a spark grew…a bright, electric flicker of pleasure burned at the core of Ankara bayan escort her being. From that little spark, waves of light rippled outwards as she regained perspective. Anastasia heard moans, noises that made her squirm and shiver. Crashing waves of pleasure rocked her as the boat rocked her, as the wine rocked her…as her awareness grew, she realized that shewas laying on her back on a crate, her skirts raised to her stomach, while the sparkling-eyed Michael lapped at her dripping pussy. The moans were her own, and she clutched handfuls of his short red hair as the tip of his tongue drove her into a frenzy.

Michael saw her awake and rose from his knees. With his strong arms and one deft motion, he turned Anastasia over onto her stomach. He slid his hard cock from his breeches and grabbed Anastasia’s hips. “No…no, wait…” she stammered, “I *ugh* just can’t…” Michael rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet pussy lips and Anastasia’s words trailed off.

“Well, love, dya want it or not?” he asked cheerfully, toying with her dripping cunt. “You tell me what you want.” He pulled away and her hips followed.

“Wait, yes, I…yes! Please don’t hurt me…but yes…” Anastasia gasped her desires as Michael gritted his teeth in an ominous, knowing grin, and pulled her hips back, impaling her with his hard cock. Her gasps turned Escort bayan Ankara to a shriek and then repetitive moans as he worked in and out of her tight pussy. Over the waves of lust and clouds of desire clogging her mind, she heard a whistle and a laugh in response. She opened her eyes to see another hard cock standing at attention in front of her face! The sailor to whom it belonged quickly thrust it into her gaping mouth and grabbed a handful of her hair to help hold her in place.

Anastasia gagged on the old sailor’s cock, but couldn’t help but moan as her pussy was drilled from behind…she rolled her eyes upward and stared at the man fucking her face…he smiled at her and she felt a new thrill of submission shiver through her spitroasted body. “Good girl,” he said, petting back her hair while she bobbed on his cock of her own volition.

She barely noticed when Michael pulled out of her pussy and another coal-dusted workman replaced him, except that the thrusts grew a bit harder and deeper. Anastasia started to get lost in the sensations when the old sailor grabbed her head and shoved it against his stomach, and launched gobs of semen down her throat. He held her there until he was done and then pulled out with a pop. A new thick, hard cock took its place.

Meanwhile, the same happened at her other end…her hips were Bayan escort Ankara held tight as the cock in her pussy twitched and released strings of cum into her young, virile womb. No sooner was that cock gone but another was there, pumping away. The new sailor spat a big gob on her butt and used it as lube to start working his thick fingers in and out of her tight little asshole. Anastasia bucked and tried to wiggle away, but a few solid slaps on her ass and her face brought her back to a moaning, willing pile of goo. She released herself into the submission and felt her body betray her mind as her hips began to thrust back on the cock, back against the fingers spreading her ass open. So it was when the third cock entered her body, Anastasia came.

Her body rocked in quaking orgasm, and was answered by a new mouthful of semen. Someone kindly poured wine into her mouth and then stuffed another cock in before she felt too empty. By now, her tits had popped from the corset and her skirts were around her waist, her hair a mess and her face covered in tears and drool as she was used over and over by the ship workmen in a blurry haze of stretching, twitching bodies for hours and hours.

When Anastasia awoke, she found herself in a dark room. By the smells and sounds, she was still on board ship. She stood, her body aching. As her eyes adjusted she noticed a lantern and a washbasin. She reassembled herself the best she could before heading back upstairs, pleading illness for missing brunch and half the day’s sail with her impatient family. It wasn’t until the dribble of semen down her leg and the wink from a familar-faced porter that the craving to go exploring below decks began again…

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After dinner he went to clean up and wash his hair. He noticed in the bathroom that his wife had laid out a top and a short black satin slip for him to change into. After he changed he went back to his computer. His wife eyed him and grinned unbeknownst to him. Every once in a while she would send him a suggestive message on the computer. Her last one said “I am headed to bed. Wait a few and join me, grins.”

He gave her five minutes and shut down for the night. She was watching TV the covers to her neck. He slid in beside her and turned off the lights and lit a cigarette.. She slowly slid the covers down a bit and he saw she was wearing a satin gown that made her nipples stand up and poke out against the material. He stubbed out the cigarette and reach over to brush one of her nipples. She moaned a bit and smiled. She slid the top down on one side exposing her breast. He sat up and leaned over and took the nipple in his lips running his tongue over it.

As he worked her breast she would pull him in and use it to smoother him. When she sensed he was out of air she would release him for a Ataşehir Escort moment before starting over again. She giggled and called him her slut. The last time she pulled him in she took his hand and pulled it toward her pussy so he could feel how wet she was becoming. She released him and he moved toward her pussy. She took a vibrator and turned it on handing it too him. “remember Alice go lightly with it.” She said.

He took it in his left hand and lightly worked it over her clit. She began to move her hips and moan. He bent and licked her pussy while lightly buzzing her clit, making her hotter. He kept tasting her juices as her hips moved. Finally he slid a finger then two in. As he did he felt her reaching for something. “Give me your hand you bitch,” she said. He stopped and surrendered his hand. She covered it with lube and laid back down. He worked two fingers in and she spread her pussy for him. “Fuck me good slut.” she whispered.

With her help he worked his four fingers and thumb in and as she pushed slid them in as deep as he could before he curled Ataşehir Escort Bayan his fingers over into a fist. Sliding them back a little he then pushed as she push back her cunt filling with wetness. She would stop pushing and he would back off a bit making ready to push again. He pushed back in again and softly said “Is this what you want babe?”

She moaned and said “Fuck me good you slut.”

He worked his hand in and out whispering “ride my hard cock baby.” as she pushed and slammed back against his hand. He kept it up into she shudder and wet his hand and the bed with her orgasm. She took his hand and made him lick it clean. She rolled him over to his side and took a small L shaped vibrating toy and turning it on she lubed it and slid it into his ass. Once she was sure it was in she took a paddle and started slapping his ass raising welts as he wiggled around. Satisfied that he would have trouble sitting in the morning she had him roll onto his back, the vibe in his ass securely in place.

She took a blindfold and placed it on him. She then Escort Ataşehir exposed his nipples and clamped them tightly. Taking a washcloth she reached under his slip and put it over his cock. She tied his hands to the headboard making sure he could not move. With the toy buzzing away in his ass, she took a dildo off of the nightstand and pressed it to his lips. “Suck it Alice” She said as she worked it into his mouth.

He took it in and she proceeded to fuck is mouth with it calling him a little slut and an ass whore. Working the cock into his gag point she slapped his face and said “You fucking slut. This is what you want tied up with one guy in your ass as you suck off the other, isn’t it?” With that she continued fucking his mouth.

She could feel him pressing harder against the vibe in his ass as she filled his mouth with the cock. She worked her fingers into her pussy and stroked herself as she used him, as he moaned and whimpered like the sissy he was. She took the cock from his mouth and pressed her pussy in covering his face in her juices. He stopped and stiffed and came in the washcloth. She reached under and took it out and pushed the cummy part into his mouth. “That is what it tastes like when a man cums in your mouth,” she said. Remove the toy from his ass she sent him to the bathroom to clean up the mess. Laying there smiling she dozed off think of how well his training was coming.

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Luna Launch

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It was a lazy day.  A little after lunch, I forced myself to knuckle down and go through one of the online training courses my uncle had put on my plate.  I knew most of it from working for him at his plumbing business officially for the last couple of years, and unofficially for quite a bit before that.  He knew that I had it down, but I needed to complete the courses anyway to prove to anybody else that I did.It was the one demand my parents and uncle had made when I said I wanted to take a year off after graduating high school.  I’d initially thought I’d spend most of it camping, fishing, and partying, but hadn’t considered that most of my friends – and most of the girls – were going off to college.  Still, it was nice to have nothing much hanging over my head for a few months longer, and I got to skip one frozen pipe season.I had something to look forward to as well.  Once I started working full-time, all I had to do was stay on with my uncle for five years, and my college fund was mine.  Between making good money and that windfall, I would be sitting pretty just a few years down the road.With the online course out of the way, I headed next door.Like a lot of kids, I’d wanted to be an astronaut.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t cut out for all the studying.  I’d just squeaked by as a C student.  Hardly astronaut material.  I never completely got over it though.  Part of that was because I lived next door to the next best thing, a retired NASA guy who had been there for the Apollo program.Mr. Abbot was sitting on his front porch enjoying the unseasonably warm day when I walked outside.  His eyes lit up when he saw me.  “Keeps this up, it may be fishing weather soon.”I chuckled.  “I wouldn’t hold my breath.  Have a feeling the groundhog is going to put the kibosh on that.”Mr. Abbot let out a growl, shook his fist, and then said, “Ah Kartal Escort well.  Soon enough.”“Never soon enough,” I countered.  At some point as we’d talked the previous fall, the subject had come up and he’d revealed that he hadn’t been fishing in almost twenty years.  I made plans to take him as soon as the fish were biting.“What can’t come soon enough is getting back up there,” Mr. Abbot said.  “Decades to get their heads out of their asses and head back to the moon.”“I hear that.  Still over a year away.”“I know better than most what it takes, but an old man’s got his own timetable you know?  At least we got those pictures.  Lord, I can’t imagine how amazing the ones from the surface will be.”“Never mind the pictures.  I’m waiting for video.”“I hear that.”  Mr. Abbot shivered.  “Well, it’s nice out for January, but the breeze is kicking up.  Want to come inside?  My daughter Luna sent off those old movies of mine to have them digitized, and they just came back.”There was no containing my excitement when I asked, “From when you met Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong?”He chuckled.  “Yes sir.  Some stuff I’d completely forgotten about too.”He didn’t have to ask twice.Though the videos were short, and had certainly suffered with age, they were still amazing.  He had video of him and Gene Kranz, the flight director for Apollo, as well as the astronaut videos.  Mr. Abbot added his own commentary, giving even more insight into the men behind the legends.His late wife shot most of the movies, but she was in a few as well.  He always got a little misty-eyed when she was on screen.  She was a real looker.The last of the videos was him in the pool with his three kids.  I’d met his son and youngest daughter, but Luna had only just moved back from the west coast a couple of days before.To be honest, Kartal Escort Bayan I lost track of time as he reminisced.  My mom dragged me back into the present with a text reminding me that with Dad out on the road, I had dishes to take care of.“I know that look,” Mr. Abbot said as I read the text.  “Get on home.  No sense in riling up your mother.  Luna’s supposed to be stopping by shortly anyhow.”I nodded as I got up from the couch.  “It may be a ways off yet, but we should start looking into getting you geared up for when the fish start biting.”“Still have to convince my kids and that damn nurse that I’m not too old and feeble, but they’ll roll over.”“Soon as they do, we’ll head over to the bait and tackle.  See you tomorrow, Amos.”“See you tomorrow, Glen.”A car pulled up in front of Mr. Abbot’s house as I was walking up my sidewalk.  Damn, I thought as I got my first look at who I assumed was Luna.  She was around my mom’s age, but still smoking hot, and dressed like she knew it.  She had some serious mommy milkers, and she was showing them off in a yellow top that looked like it was about to burst at the seams from holding them in.The last thing I wanted to do was get caught staring, so I tore my eyes away from the sight and headed inside.  Mom had an early dinner ready to go, since she was heading in for a late shift at the hospital.  We ate, and then I took care of the dishes as promised.  Once Mom left for work, I had the place to myself.After fruitlessly scrolling through a couple of streaming services, I was about to give up and head into town with the faint hope something would be happening.  The doorbell interrupted me as I was getting up from the couch.She smiled as I opened the door and said, “I’m Mr. Abbot’s daughter, Luna.  Glen, right?”I nodded.  At that same moment, Escort Kartal a stiff breeze caused her to shiver, so I said, “Do you want to come in?”“Thank you,” she said, and quickly stepped inside.I knew I was in trouble.  Those big tits were trying to pull my eyes into orbit.  That gravitational effect wasn’t enough to stop me from briefly checking out the rest of her, though.  She had a nice ass, which her tight jeans showed off to good effect.She said, “I only have a few minutes while Dad is with the nurse, but I wanted to say thank you.”“What for?”“Dad hasn’t been in the best of shape since Mom passed away.  Diana told me that he’d really perked up since you started coming over every day.  Hearing about it is one thing, but seeing it is another.  He’s like his old self again.”“I like hanging out with him.  He’s got great stories.”Her smile widened.  “And having someone around who hasn’t heard them all has really livened him up.  We all appreciate it.  We were worried about him.”My eyes had somehow drifted down to her cleavage, but I redirected my gaze and said, “It’s no problem – really.”“Now, about this fishing thing…  Dad doesn’t really get around all that well.”I quickly said, “The place I was going to take him, we can drive right up to the pond.  It would be a shorter walk than the mailbox.”“Really?” she responded – sounding surprised.“Oh yeah.  It’s on a friend of mine’s property.  It’s full of crappie, bass, and catfish.  It’s the laziest fishing you’ll ever do.”  I remembered something and pulled my phone out of my pocket.  “Here, I’ll show you,” I said, and then scrolled to a picture that showed me and a couple of friends at the pond with the car parked in view.Luna accepted my phone and said, “Well, you’re right.  That looks pretty easy.”“It’s not that far away, either,” I said as I stepped in closer and pointed at the picture.  “You can see the cell tower that’s just up the road.”I only realized after the fact that standing next to her where I was, I was basically staring straight down her top.She handed the phone back and said, “Okay.  You’ve convinced me.  Only after it actually gets warm though.”

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Girlfriend’s Away Pt. 04

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Not surprisingly, I saw neither Sean nor Sara on the Thursday after Sara shaved me. But we actually had plans on Friday. My girlfriend Rachel had been away for about two weeks in Europe with her family, and even before she left I’d made plans to take this Friday off. Just because Rachel had two weeks off and I decided I deserved to take at least one day off also during her vacation.

Sean and Sara were also ready for a day off. Their summer-semester classes started the following Monday, but they had been working during the past few weeks on something called “symposium.” I never took that in college. I just went to classes (except when I didn’t) and took the tests. There were some research papers along the way too, I guess. But whatever.

So on Friday Sean and Sara and I drove about an hour to a state park north of town and went hiking. It was a really pretty park, with lots of great views overlooking the lake, and beautiful trails through woods and plains. But in the back of all of our minds, we knew what was waiting at the end of the day. Sex.

As a result, the day was filled with a plethora of adolescent remarks. Several tree trunks were commented on as resembling erect cocks; hollowed out sections of trees were vaginas; and distant hills certainly resembled breasts (although Sara did try to convince us that two distant hills that were particularly close to each other resembled the contours of two butt cheeks — she did not specify gender).

It was a hot and humid day and we all sweated a lot. The air conditioning in Sean’s car cooled and dried us off on the ride home, but that didn’t matter. There was a seeming consensus, mentioned multiple times during the day, that, when we got home, we would be showering. Together.

So, of course, when we got back to Sean’s and my apartment at about 9:00 that night, we kicked off our shoes and socks and all headed straight to the bathroom. By this point in our very unusual relationship, Sean and I had come to accept Sara as the leader in these erotic games, so we both stood still and waited for her to give some indication as to how the undressing was to occur. Would we be taking each other’s clothes off? Or our own? Or a combination?

Sara turned and looked at Sean and I, who were standing side-by-side facing the tub. Sara was between the tub and us, smiling. She then simply raised her arms until they were pointing straight at the ceiling, and Sean and I somehow knew what to do.

Sean lifted the bottom of Tara’s faded black t-shirt and pulled it off, revealing a grey sports bra that did not conceal the erect state of her nipples. She kept her arms in the air and I removed her bra just like Sean had removed her t-shirt. Sara’s perky breasts seemed to smile at their newly found freedom. Or maybe I’m just projecting Sara’s smiling face to her breasts (quite likely).

Sara lowered her arms so they were at her sides pointing at about a 45 degree angle towards the ground and simply looked at the waist band of her tan shorts. Sean and I needed no further instruction.

Sean reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped her fly and pushed the shorts down past her hips and ass until they could fall to the floor on their own. As they fell, Sara pulled Sean close to her and kissed him deeply. Sara was now clad only in a pair of pink cotton panties, and I could see a definite damp spot on the crotch.

As Sara and Sean kissed, I stepped behind Sara and began lowering her panties. I pushed them all the way to the floor, running my right hand over her bare muff as I knelt to the floor, permitting her to step out of both the panties and her shorts.

Sara and Sean continued to kiss as I stood up behind Sara, running my hands up the sides of her legs and across her warm, soft butt cheeks as I did so. I could smell the sweat in Sara’s hair as I ran my hands over Sean’s (which were on her hips) and up her rib cage.

Then suddenly Sara broke her kiss with Sean and said “Okay, everyone stop!”

Sean and I stopped, of course. Sara was standing completely naked between the two of us, who were both still wearing our shorts and sweaty t-shirts. Before we could ask what the matter was, Sara said, “You guys have too many clothes on, but I like the position I’m in with one of you on each side of me. I want each of you to grab the bottoms of each other’s t-shirts, and when I say so, I want you to take them off of each other in unison.”

Seemed easy enough to me, as long as the naked girl stayed between us. So I reached one arm around each side of her and grabbed hold with both hands of the bottom of Sean’s white BoDeans concert t-shirt (remember, this was the early 90s). Sean did likewise and grabbed hold of my grey Reebok Pumps t-shirt. Sara then said, “Okay, now!” and Sean and I raised our arms and removed each other’s t-shirts in unison with naked Sara in the middle of us.

Sara laughed and said, “That was cool!” As I instinctively began to put my hands on Sara’s breasts from behind her, she continued, “But you’re not done yet. Same thing again, but with your shorts. And Anadolu Yakası Escort boxers. Same time.”

Ever obedient, I reached around and unbuttoned Sean’s shorts, lowered the zipper, then placed my fingers inside the front of his shorts, making sure they were inside his boxers as well. I was aware of two physical phenomena at this point. First, my hard cock straining against the front of my shorts, which were pressed up against Sara’s naked ass. Second, the backs of my fingers against the top of Sean’s shaved pubic area. It felt warm from his body heat after a long day of exercise, and I could also feel the contours along either side of his pubic area where his torso turned into his legs and package.

Sean also reached around Sara and undid my shorts. He had a little difficulty because I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my cock up against Sara’s ass, but soon his thumbs were inside the sides of my shorts and boxers and ready to go.

“You guys ready?” Sara asked, more as a confirmation than a question, “Okay, one, two, three… go!”

As I proceeded to lower Sean’s shorts and boxers, I had the good sense to first raise them slightly and pull them towards me in order to get past his cock, which I knew by now would be erect. Sean did not have the same foresight. As a result, my cock ended up poking through the fly of my boxers, causing Sean fall forward when my boxers got caught up on the base of my cock. Meanwhile, because if this predicament, I was only able to get Sean’s shorts and boxers about as far as his knees.

Sara giggled, assessed the situation, and said, “What am I going to do with you guys? Can’t even execute a simple mutual disrobement!”

She stepped out from between us, and Sean and I stood up straight. His shorts and boxers were still at his knees, and mine were not even past my butt.

“Mike, finish lowering Sean’s remaining clothing,” Sara said to me in a mock stern tone, like a high school teacher (and boy, was I familiar with THAT tone).

I simply reached out my left foot, placed it between Sean’s knees, and lowered his shorts and boxers to the floor by pressing downward.

“Well, that could’ve been more interesting, but I’ll give you points for efficiency,” said Sara. “Now, Sean, finish your assigned task.”

Because my garments were caught up on my cock, Sean could not employ the same technique that I had. So, Sean dutifully stepped forward, put his hands on the hips of my shorts and attempted to lift them up over my hard cock. But because of the angle at which my cock was pointed, and the limited stretchiness of the waistband of my boxers, he was unable to get my boxers out over my cock, although my shorts did fall to the floor.

So, in a maneuver again showing a lack of foresight, he attempted to simply pull the boxers down with my cock still protruding through the fly.

“Ow!” I exclaimed as the boxers pulled my erect cock down horizontal with the floor before I pulled away. “My cock doesn’t bend like that! You should know that. Here, I’ll just do it myself,” I said as I pulled up my boxers.

“No, no, no,” interrupted Sara. “I gave Sean an assignment, he has to finish it himself. You’ve got a problem, Sean. You and I are naked, but this can’t go any further until Mike is also naked. How are you going to make that happen?”

Sean looked at my cock sticking through my fly, then back to Sara, then back to my cock. Sara stepped up next to Sean, put her right hand around his right shoulder and began rubbing his chest with her left hand, saying “It appears to me, the only way to get his boxers past his cock, is to press his cock up against his body with one hand, and then lift the boxers up over his cock with the other.”

Sean looked at Sara’s face, and she assured him, “Believe me. I’ve been in this situation before. That’s the only way to do it.”

Sean looked at me as if to ask if this was okay. I just gave a slight shrug. I knew Sara was right.

Sean stepped forward and with his left hand he took my cock between his thumb and pointy finger and middle finger and pressed it up against my torso. With his right hand, he pulled my boxers upwards and towards him, then lifted the waistband over my cock, freeing it from the fly.

Next he put a thumb in the waistband at both hips and began to lower them. This pair of boxers had a fairly tight waistband (as you have probably noticed) so they needed to be lowered past my knees before they would fall on their own. I watched as Sean bent over to complete his task. His face was just inches from my cock before the boxers would fall on their own, and I was sure I saw Sean intentionally look at my cock when it was so close to his face.

“Excellent job!” said Sara with a smile. She pulled Sean close to her and kissed him saying, “I knew you could do it, baby.”

Then she stepped over to me and kissed me on the lips and said, “Thanks for being so patient. That was a learning moment. But, and don’t take this the wrong way, it’s more apparent now than before that you guys Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan really need a shower.”

She turned the water on, stuck her head in through the shower curtains briefly, then pulled it back out and said “We’re gonna need another bar of soap” and grabbed one from the cabinet under the sink. “Well, get in.”

Sean and I stepped into the shower, Sean standing under the showerhead and me towards the back end of the tub. Sara stepped in between us and handed me a bar of soap before leaning in to kiss Sean while at the same time putting herself in the stream of water.

“Mike, you soap me up while I soap Sean up.”

Sara lathered her bar of soap up between her hands and I reached around her to get my hand wet in the water stream so I could do the same with my bar. She then placed her soap on the side of the tub and began rubbing her soapy hands on Sean’s chest and arms before moving her hands down and lathering up his hard cock.

I copied those motions on her back and arms, also reaching around to soap up (actually I was more interested in just touching) her breasts and tummy. I brought my hands down to her pubic area and rubbed the areas where her legs met her torso, being careful not to get any soap in her vagina.

She then brought her hands up Sean’s sides, prompting him to raise his arms so that she could wash his armpits. So I moved my soapy hands to Sara’s armpits in unison. Her armpits were warm and I could feel a little bit of razor stubble and it turned me on even more. I never knew that a girl’s armpits could be so sexy to touch.

“Okay, turn around” Sara instructed Sean as she picked up the soap again and began lathering it up. I picked up my soap as well and lathered it. Sean placed his hands against the wall and Sara began to soap his back, quickly proceeding to his butt cheeks. I had already covered pretty much all of Sara’s torso, both front and back, so I was just rubbing my soapy hands on her butt cheeks before she got to Sean’s.

I then saw her soapy right hand move in between Sean’s butt cheeks. I. of course, followed suit on her, moving my slippery hand between her butt cheeks. Her crack was smooth and my hands slid easily. I was immensely aware that the side of my right index finger was rubbing gently against her butthole. This was the first time I had ever touched a girl’s butthole and it seemed so taboo. And, of course, it only turned me on more.

“Okay. Sean’s clean, Mike, you’re up,” said Sara.

Sean and I switched places, each of us going around a different side of Sara until I was under the water and Sean was behind Sara. She turned around and backed into me gently.

“Need to rinse off the part Mike paid so much attention to, first,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me with a smile. I looked down and watched as the shower water rinsed the soap lather from her ass and crack, just inches from my cock.

Sara grabbed her soap and began rubbing it between her hands. “Mike already washed me, so Sean you can just watch and touch me however you see fit” she said with a giggle. “Turn around, Mike, I’ll do your back first,” Sara instructed, and I turned and placed my hands on the wall.

Sara’s warm, slick hands began working their way from my shoulders down my back. From the way I had seen her wash Sean, I was pretty sure she was going to put her soapy hand in my butt crack and, in the process, rub my butthole, even if oh so briefly.

I thought back to two days earlier when she had shaved me and ever so quickly touched my butthole with her tongue and how erotic it was. And how she had then inserted a finger into my butthole while giving me a blowjob and how it was the biggest orgasm I’d ever had.

Sure enough, her hands went to my butt cheeks, and the anticipation was excruciating. I looked down between my legs and saw my achingly hard cock looking back at me. It’s hairless appearance was still new to me, but in that moment I remember thinking how I liked how it looked.

Then I felt the side of her soapy right hand slip between my cheeks and I gasped ever so slightly. She moved it up and down, stroking my hole three, maybe four times, and the taboo and my titillation were just as real as two nights before. Then it was over as quickly as it began and I was at once disappointed and relieved.

“Okay, turn around.”

I turned to see Sara again rubbing the soap between her hands. Sean was standing behind her, kissing her right clavicle and caressing her breasts. She bent slightly to set the soap on the side of the tub and said “Raise your arms.”

I did as I was told, but to my surprise her hands went to my cock instead of my armpits. “Can’t forget this part” she said as she leaned in to give me a peck on the lips. She gently caressed my shaved cock and balls while looking me in the eye and smiling. She then took her still soapy hands and rubbed my armpits, still looking me in the eye.

“Almost done,” she said as she reached down again to pick up the soap. But this time, instead Escort Anadolu Yakası of rubbing the soap between her own hands, she took Sean’s hands from her breasts, placed the soap in his hands, and began to move his hands in a lathering motion, each of her hands on the backside of his.

She then took the soap from Sean’s hands, dropped it to the floor of the tub, and said, “Sean, would you do me a favor and wash Mike’s chest?”

Sean reached his hands forward from behind Sara and began to rub my pecs. He moved his hands outward to soap the fronts of my shoulders, and then back to my sternum and down to the bottom of my rib cage. As he did so, his eyes followed what his hands were doing, never looking at my face. As his calloused hands passed across my nipples, I noticed that my nipples were erect, as they were slightly but not uncomfortably scraped by his rough palms. And I noticed that as he was doing this, Sara continued to look at my face while her hands gently caressed her own breasts.

“Okay, that was outstanding. Now Mike, turn around and rinse off.”

I did as instructed, and when I turned back around Sara was already in the process of leaning down and reaching around me with both arms to turn off the water. “Now get out.”

We got out and there were only two towels on the rack, so Sara said, “Don’t go anywhere” and walked into the closet in Sean’s room to get another. Her ass was mesmerizing as usual as she walked away and her smile was nearly as mesmerizing as she walked back.

“One towel per person, face this way” she said as she again positioned herself between Sean and me. Without instruction, we knew that each person was to dry off the person in front of them. Sara was in front of me, so I had the pleasure of drying her and feeling as much of her as I could in doing so. But at the same time, no one was drying me.

“Okay, Sean, get on the other side of Mike. I’ll do his front, you do his back,” Sara said after a minute or so.

So they situated themselves as Sara desired and began drying me. Again, Sara looked me in the eye smiling as he ran the towel through my hair, down my chest and stomach, down my legs, and back up to my cock, which she saved for last. In the meantime, Sean rubbed a towel up and down my back and down to my butt cheeks. It seemed to me that he spent more time on my butt cheeks than was required.

“That’s enough,” declared Sara, throwing her towel over the shower curtain rod, prompting Sean and I to do the same. She then took my right hand in her left and Sean’s left hand in her right and led us into Sean’s bedroom — the locale of all of our escapades.

She grabbed a pillow from the head of Sean’s bed and pulled it towards her, causing it to fall to the floor along with another pillow. She turned around, pushed the extra pillow to her right, and fell to her knees on the other pillow.

“There is absolutely no way that I could not suck both of your cocks at this point, as horny as I am,” she said as she took my cock in her right hand. Sean was standing to my right and she immediately moved her head to his cock, taking it in her mouth as she stroked mine.

She sucked Sean’s cock for about half a minute and I could not help myself from watching her lips run across it as she moved up and down his erection. She then removed Sean’s cock from her mouth and pulled my cock towards her face.

I had to take a quarter step towards her to meet her mouth. She began to suck my cock while now stroking Sean’s. My eyes were focused on her mouth moving up and down my cock as I felt her tongue swirling on the head and frenulum. Her eyes were closed and she made low moaning sounds.

Then she removed my cock from her mouth and pulled Sean by the cock slightly towards her face, causing Sean to take a quarter step towards her. I was focused on her face, her mouth now filled with Sean’s cock, and the low moans coming from her. She was now fondling my balls.

Again after about thirty seconds she took Sean’s cock out of her mouth and pulled my cock towards her mouth. I took a small step to accommodate her. This continued for a couple of minutes until Sean and I were standing so close together that my right upper arm was flush against his left upper arm. At this point Sara didn’t need to move her head at all to get to either of our cocks. She could pull back her head to take one cock out and simply turn her head slightly and lean forward to take in the other.

After a minute or so of this, Sara looked up at us. We were standing close enough together by now that she could look both of us in the eye by just moving her eyes and not her head. She pulled both of our cocks towards her until our heads were less than a half inch apart, and then stuck her tongue out and licked both cock heads at the same time. As she did so, she also pulled both of our cocks towards her, and we both moved our hips forward slightly to meet her pulls.

Sara looked up at us with a devilish grin then, her tongue no longer on out cocks, and pulled us both slightly towards her until our cockheads were touching. This was an entirely new and unexpected experience to me. I had felt every square millimeter of my cock over the years and knew how every square millimeter felt. But feeling my cockhead against Sean’s spongy cockhead (in all fairness, I guess mine was spongy too) was so different and so unexpectedly erotic.

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