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It was one of the finest country homes Jules had ever seen. “Fine,” she gasped, “It’s all beautiful, but we were living near the best swinger’s club ever. You know, the one where we met?”

“Sure, Bobby’s Basement is a brilliant club,” Steve replied. “However to advance in the Paramedics I have to do time at a country posting. You know that.” He opened the sliding glass doors leading to the rear patio. “Come here and smell this air,” he said stepping out into the fading light of the afternoon.

Jules followed him out, she’d been following him since they met at the club. There had been many men in her life, they had said how beautiful she was and brought her expensive gifts. Steve talked to her and showed an interest in her life. That is all she really wanted from anyone and that’s what made him special.

Her eyes adjusting to the dimming light, she could see Steve leaning against the balcony with his hand outstretched invitingly. She stepped in close and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders like a scarf warding off the cold. “When we met do you remember what I was doing?”

A wicked smile shot across her face, “You were the main player of Bobby’s How Many Can I Do Game.”

“Right and who holds the record for that particular game?”

“You do my love,” she replied with wicked glee.

“Right again,” Steve said playfully slapping her arse.

“Assault is an indictable offence,” boomed a trained commanding voice. Mark stood near the sliding door, his muscular frame bulging in the Police uniform.

The three embraced comfortably with a relaxed familiarity. Steve stepped back still holding the shoulder of his long-time friend. Mark with one arm around Jules reached out to reciprocate his friend’s gesture. “Jenny can’t wait to see you both,” he said earnestly.

Jules stepped back to Steve’s side, playfully slapping his shoulder. “You never told me that Mark and Jenny were here.”

Steve smiled back, “There is lots more in stall for you.”

“I have to go,” Mark interrupted. “I have a few things to do before knocking off. I was just making sure that you had made it in alright and I would see you at the Tavern tonight.” He spun on the ball of his foot, with a parting wave over the shoulder, he was gone as quietly and smoothly as he arrived.

“So what’s this about a tavern?” Jules asked showing a growing enthusiasm for the country lifestyle.

“Ahh, the Silk Torn Tavern is famous around here. You’re going to love it,” Steve said with a boyish smile that hid his intelligence.

“Well, we’ll have to have a shower first,” she added with a raised eye brow.

Earlier in life Jules was a stripper and had learnt many ways of enticing and corrupting men. She turned away from Steve pulling the floral design sundress over her head. Throwing it over her shoulder she watched Steve’s eyes as they followed the dress down to her naturally beautiful arse. “Last one in, goes down first,” she giggled disappearing at the end of the hall.

Steve entered the bathroom removing the remnants of his clothing. Jules was already in the shower, water coursing down her delicate teenaged sized body. The end of her mousy brown hair teased her delicate nipples hard. She had one leg cocked up on a tap and was rolling her clit under her finger. He didn’t comment on her beauty, he slotted in under her and thrust his face into her pretty shaved pussy. Flicking his tongue in and out of her dripping hole, her fleshy lips rubbing against his cheeks. He could feel Jules building, her finger rubbing becoming more insistent. Reaching up he slid a single finger in her arse. She rocked as the orgasm erupted inside her, waves of pleasure spasmed through her body. Jules grabbed the back of Steve’s head holding the pressure against herself ensuring the last ebbs of the orgasm. After she finished rocking she put her foot down and helped Steve to his feet.

“Mmm my turn,” she said sinking to the shower floor. Holding onto the shaft Jules took the head into her mouth rolling her tongue around it. She swallowed his enlarged cock to the balls, repeatedly throwing her face against him with an unquenching thirst. Steve moaned, the enjoyment was all absorbing.

“Oh, I’m going to cum,” he gasped trying to pull out of her mouth. Jules swung her çekmeköy escort arm around his back pulling his cock further down her throat. Stream after stream unloaded inside her throat. She swallowed past Steve’s pulsating cock, finally releasing her grip. Steve watch himself as he pulled clear of her mouth. She swallowed the last droplets of his cum smiling up at him. Steve pulled her up to his arms and they held for a moment before finishing their preparations for an evening out.

When they arrived at the country tavern Mark and Jenny were already seated amongst a group of strangers. Jules and Jenny wrapped each other up in a loving embrace. Jenny reached out and pulled Steve into the affectionate display. Mark not known for his patience called the group to order. “Righto, I’d tell youse to get a room but let’s do the introductions first,” he said. The three untangled and Jenny stepped back.

“Of course,” she said a little embarrassed, “Sorry, I have been hogging the newbies. We’re close and I haven’t seen them for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get that,” Mark butted in again. “Everyone this is Steve and Julie Borg. Jules for short.” The two newcomers were separated from the group, exhibited like prized trophies. With an open hand Mark pointed to a slender couple slightly older than the rest. “This is Renaud and Diane Adams, Ren and Di. They are the local shopkeepers. And this,” panning his hand across to the last two in the group. “Is David and Patricia Sorsen, Davo and Pat. They are the owners of this fine establishment.”

The group sat together eating, drinking and getting to know each other. Ren and Di had come from the Old Country and had been running various shops since immigrating. Davo’s father was a country publican and Davo just followed suit. Besides pubs had been good to him, it was behind a bar that he met Pat and fell in love. Jules remarked how open and talkative everyone was. She had been told that country folk kept to themselves.

“That’s what we want the townies to think,” Pat replied. “But once you’re in the fold it’s all fun and fairy tales.”

“Talking about fairy tales,” Mark’s impatience leading the group. “I think it is about time to take these two upstairs.”

Smiles broke out like a smiling contest had begun. Jules slightly confused turned to Steve for understanding. His gapping smile quickly leading her to the notion that a conspiracy was unfolding before her.

“I’m not sure what you are all up to, but I want you to know I am corruptible and I’m nearly always up for it,” Jules said adjusting her strapless dress revealing a Scorpio tattoo on her right breast. “I’m a Scorpio, when I get to hell it is going to burn a bit hotter,” she said proudly.

“Fuck this,” Mark spat out, picking Jules up around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. His bicep digging into her hip as he held her tightly. Storming past Jenny, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her along pounding a path towards the stairway. Mark bounded up the stairs two at a time with effortless strength. Jenny bounced on her feet up the stairs behind him like a ball in a sock and Jules slapped against his back like a wet sack, both giggling joyously all the way.

Mark’s frontal attack and hasty retreat had left the remainder of the group to sort themselves out. Pat held out her chubby hand towards Steve beckoning him. Pat was an average woman, though somewhat heavier than some, she carried it well with a confidence born from working behind a public bar. Steve being new to the group was feeling a little lost and was happy for the invitation.

Ren watched the two go, he’d had the hots for Pat’s roly poly body since he and Di brought the shop. Di looked at him with a knowing grin and nodded her head towards the direction that Pat had gone. Ren gave her a wink as he passed her on his way up the stairs.

The years had been stealing Di’s confidence, birthday by birthday. “Looks like you are left with the dregs again,” she said turning to Davo.

“You are not dregs,” Davo chastising her. “You are a beautiful and stately woman and I was waiting around to see where you were going,” he said softly putting his arm around her as they followed the others upstairs. The pair looked a bit of a mismatch, Davo was a short stout cevizli escort fellow and a head shorter than Di. However, he had enjoyed her slender body and slow curves for as long as Ren had admired Pat. The entire sordid affair was in actual fact a match of lust and fleshy pleasures, where each fulfilled their desires without the restraints or judgements of a morale society.

Mark turned into the hall at the top of the stairs entering the first available room. He let go of Jenny’s wrist allowing her to strip. Jules kicked off her shoes and pulled her strapless dress to her feet, walking on the spot walked out of her dress. As she did she unbuckled, unclipped and unzipped Mark’s heavy jeans. His solid cock dropped from his pants like a mighty oak just felled. Jules grabbed it with both hands and put the engorged head in her mouth. Rubbing her tongue around the base of the head she sucked on it, causing it to get even harder.

“Oh God,” Mark groaned. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he threw Jules onto the four post bed in the middle of the little room. Stroking his shaft, Jules gummed hungrily at the swollen knob caressing it with her tongue. Jenny had buried her face in Jules wet crotch and was licking her from arsehole to clit in a repetitive motion. Each time Jenny’s tongue flicked over Jules clit a small flood surged from Jules. The moisture flowing down between the cheeks of her arse like droplets of water between two rounded white rocks. Jenny slid three fingers into the soaking hole, Jules moaned around Mark’s cock.

“Come on baby,” he said to Jenny. “How about a swap? She sounds ready.” Jenny looked up at her pleading husband’s face, she nodded and moved to the side. Licking the remnants of Jules from her sticky fingers she watched as the two fuck beside her. Mark rammed his cock in, the heavy pounding rocking the entire bed. Though Mark’s huge member stretched Jules to the very limits of her sexual organs, she rocked back with the same ferocity. Her expression a confusion of pleasure and pain, an evil ecstasy that disturbs the depths of her soul.

Jules arched her back more and more with every explosive thrust. Mark hooked his fingers over her child sized shoulders and pushed himself harder into her. Jules orgasmed, a rush of endorphins swooning over her leaving her with an exhaustion drawn from complete sexual satisfaction.

Jenny seizing her opportunity pushed Mark on his back, his cock still hard and dripping with Jules’s orgasmic juices. Jenny slurped her favourite juice from her favourite cock until the taste had gone.

Now thirsting for her own orgasm she stood up and hunched over Mark’s cock. She could feel it grow with anticipation as she wiggled the enlarged head into her cunt. Jenny dropped her body weight taking his cock till their bodies slapped together. Mark groaned an almost angry snarl as he gave way to the pleasurable depths that only Jenny could reach. Pounding her weight down again and again crushing her clit between the two bodies with violent force. Jules watched her two friends bash out an orgasmic splendour of brutal lust. Both succumbing to the primal thrill of sexual conclusion before crashing beside Jules on the bed.

Pat led Steve and Ren to the next available room. The room had bed sized pillows and a couple of mattresses on the floor. The three stripped comfortably and nestled down onto one of the firm pillows for a solid session of pleasure seeking. Ren launched towards Pat’s bulbous bosom scooping them up and forcing the nipples together. He fit his mouth over them both and sucked, skating his tongue over, between and around the sensitive rosy buds.

Down at the other end Steve could tell Pat was enjoying Ren’s caress. Her legs stretched open exposing the glistening wet flesh within her hairy pussy. Steve held her lips open with his thumbs and began to lap at her sexual juice. Pat moaned an unashamed moan as she lay accepting the pleasure that two men created. Having two men sucking and licking at her naked flesh was an immoral fetish that she couldn’t deny. Ren squeezed more of her breasts into his mouth excess saliva tickling her skin. Steve pushed two fingers into her flooding pussy his tongue lapping at her swollen clit. Every touch sending waves of pleasure through her, erenköy escort each wave building on the last. The building erupting into a cascade of pleasure causing a tremble through her body that was felt by the two men.

Ren let go of Pat’s tits and shimmied closer to her face, his hard throbbing cock called to be sucked. Pat swallowed the entirety dragging her lips slowly back to the head lubricating the hardened shaft. Just as slowly she slid her moist lips back down the pole. Ren losing control, bent over her holding his weight with one hand and Pat’s head firm with the other, he pounded her face.

Steve fucked her hot wet cunt with a ferocity that match Ren’s. The men banged into her surrendered body each searching for that point in a lustful venture where a finale is unavoidable. Under their weight, Pat felt pleasurably used, a river bank slut abandoning all morals in the search for sexual glory. The three rocked together in a heaven sent splendour until the men sprayed their seed onto her naked body in an ultimate frenzied ending.

The mismatched pair had made their way to the last room at the end of the hall. Di was not so open with her sexuality and Davo knew this. They sat together on one of the many sofas in the room, Davo brushing back a few strands of silver lined black hair behind her ear. She tilted her head slightly showing more of her soft skinny neck. Leaning in he kissed her neck, his breathe felt warm on her skin sending an insignificant shiver down her spine. Davo slid his fingertips across her chest finally cupping her small delicate breast. He could feel her nipple harden under his grip.

Davo pulled her blouse off revealing her ever shaded breasts and their coin sized nipples. She flopped her head back against the sofa’s headrest looking at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. He took her stiffening nipple into his mouth, sucking it for a while before sampling the other side.

Smiling, he gently pushed her over onto the length of the sofa pulling off her pants and underwear. Starting from her ankle he kissed and licked her carefully shaven legs. Di could feel a warmth building within her, growing with every touch of his tongue. He wandered into the cusp of her legs and licked at her yearning pink flesh. Finding the hooded clit, he sucked it into between his lips and rubbed the tip of it with his tongue. The warmth inside developed into a glorious fire searing at her insides with desire and lust. Davo sensing her needs from all the twitches and purrs stood and stripped. Di turned and draped herself doggy style over the sofa’s armrest. Climbing upon her, he thrust his solid cock into her wet unshaven pussy. Her tight pussy embracing him like no other he’d felt before. He clenched her slender waist gripping his fingertips into her exposed ribs for better leverage. He slammed into her unrelentingly. His cock pushed the buttons inside her and his balls slapped her awakened clit. Davo’s moans of entrenched delight only added to her pleasure. She reached her peak and orgasmed. The fire within extinguished by a flood of pleasure. She lay there waiting for Davo to finish.

He carried on enjoying her body oblivious to her orgasm, each thrust still touching those internal buttons. His stamina rekindling the warmth inside her. The relentless thrusting driving her to another peak, another orgasm. Davo continued his grinding thrusts, continued to push her buttons, over and over she cum. He could feel her wetness roll down his balls, his whole pubic region was drenched from her repeated orgasms. Sweat beads formed on his forehead, he could feel his heart beating inside his chest, his face flushing. From a hidden spot deep within him a lightning bolt release exploded free. The orgasm draining all the pressure from his body leaving a fulfilled satisfaction in its wake.

Di lay draped over the armrest and Davo fell back into a seated position. “You are definitely not dregs.”

Steve having finished the first encounter for the night went looking for Jules. He found the three lovers still on the bed chatting happily about future possibilities. Steve wiggled in beside his wife, “I feel I have been forgiven for taking you away from the best swinger’s club ever.”

“Club,” Jenny said jumping into the conversation, “who cares about a club. This whole town is full of swingers. All they do around here is work, drink and fuck. I haven’t had this much action since I gave up stripping.”

“There you go,” said Jules flashing her familiar wicked smile. “Looks like we have moved to Actionville.”

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“I told you we should have taken a taxi,” Mark said to his wife, Sally as they surveyed the damage to the front of their car.

“Oh come on Mark! I may have had a few drinks tonight, but I’m not that drunk.”

Mark sighed. Sally always seemed to get her own way in the end. He had not been happy about her driving them home from the party that night. However much she claimed that she was not drunk, he knew that she had consumed several glasses of wine and was now slurring her words slightly. The argument had continued in the car, and almost to prove a point, Sally had driven faster than usual, the tyres squealing on this deserted mountain road. Deserted that is, until another vehicle pulled out in front of them. It all seemed to happen so fast. There was a flash of headlights, a loud crash and suddenly they had impacted the side of the other car. As he and his pretty wife inspected the damage to their own vehicle, Mark sighed again as he watched a tall, good looking man climb from the other damaged car and walk towards them.

“Real sorry bout that, guys” he drawled, sidling up to them. “Just didn’t see you as I pulled out.”

Before Mark had a chance to reply, Sally interrupted.

“Damn right you’re sorry!” She spat vehemently, the alcohol effecting her voice. “Look at the damage to my car. You must be blind or something!”

The stranger had expected a reaction, but was surprised when he immediately noticed that she seemed to be under the influence of strong drink.

“Well, you seemed to have had a bit of a drink tonight, I think.” His attitude changed from that of apology, as he challenged her.

“So what if I have?”

“Well, it’s against the law I’m afraid, sweetheart!”

“What, so you’re a cop now are you?” said Sally sarcastically.

“No, but now I’m thinking it would be a good idea to call one!”

Mark interrupted the argument as he saw his wife’s face turn white.

“Now, hold on there, man. Surely we don’t need to get the cops involved, I’m sure we can sort this out between ourselves?” he looked inquiringly at the tall stranger.

“What do you suggest?”

“Well,” Mark continued. “What if we each pay for the damage to our own cars, and forget the whole thing happened?”

The stranger laughed. A deep hollow sound emitting from his lips.

“Hmmm. I don’t know about that now. Seems to me, the little lady was driving a bit too fast. And also drinking?” He shook his head slowly from side to side in mock disapproval. “I think you may have to do a little better than that, if you don’t want me to call the cops!”

“OK. So how much do you want?”

The stranger laughed again. Mark had become aware that the man had been staring directly at Sally throughout the discussion, and it had made him slightly uneasy.

“Do I look like I need your money? No, I was thinking of an entirely different form of payment!”

Once again, Mark followed the strangers eyes as they centred on his wife. Sally was propping herself up against their damaged car for support. She was obviously feeling a little dizzy now, and looked relieved that Mark appeared to be dealing with the situation.

Mark looked back at the strangers smirking face and realised what he had in mind.

“You cannot be serious!” He blurted out. “No. No way!”

“OK. Fine” the man said as he pulled his cell phone from his inside pocket. “I’ll just make that call to the cops then!”

Mark interrupted before he had chance to dial. “OK…OK…Wait a second, let me speak to my wife.”

Mark walked the short distance to where Sally was swaying gently, propped against the car. He began to explain the situation as she listened, drunkenly.

“What! bağdatcaddesi escort You mean to say I got to blow this guy, or he calls the cops?”

“That’s about it, honey” Mark replied. “Come on. We’ve done this before. I’ll be there all the time to make sure nothing goes wrong, then we can go home and forget the whole incident.”

Mark felt a familiar twinge of excitement build in his loins as his petite wife lowered her eyes and slowly nodded her head in agreement.

It was true, they had done this many times before, but never in such strange circumstances. Over the past couple of years, Mark had become accustomed to watching Sally blow other men (and the occasional girl!) as he watched from a safe distance. Visions of her long brown hair cascading down her back as she took an assortment of erections into her mouth and the thoughts of calloused hands of hard working labourers and construction workers contrasting with the pale, creamy flesh of his wife’s breasts, danced before his eyes. They had both found this extension to their sex life extremely fulfilling, but this current situation almost seemed forced, coerced somehow, and he for one, found it even more exciting. As he walked back towards the stranger to complete the negotiations, he tried to control his excited breathing.

“OK. Sally’s up for it. Where do you want to do it?”

“Hmmm. Your car, I think.” The stranger replied almost casually.

Mark sat in the front seat as the other man opened the back door, and taking Sally by the hand led her into the rear of the vehicle.

As Sally’s hand went almost automatically towards the mans crotch, he stopped her with a wicked smile on his lips.

“Oh no.” He said. “I think my silence is worth more than a quick blow-job!”

“Now, just wait a min…..” Mark started, but the other man cut him off.

“No. You wait a minute. I’m in control here. You will both do as I say, or I make that call. Do you both understand?”

Mark and Sally both nodded their agreement.

“Good. Now lets get a better look at those tits that I’ve been looking at for the last twenty minutes!”

Due to the fairly cramped space in the back of the car and also the fact that she was a little drunk, Sally fumbled for several seconds with the buttons of her blouse. Eventually the last button was unfastened and she reached behind her and loosed the white silk bra. As it fell away, both men seemed to gasp. Although Mark had obviously seen her ample charms before, he never tired of the excitement of a third party seeing them for the first time. The stranger stared at the creamy, white globes that sloped gracefully downwards. Quite firm with very little sag and capped with long, rose pink nipples. Immediately the mans hands went out and cupped the large orbs. Sally moaned slightly as his strong fingers found her nipples and started to squeeze gently, becoming slightly more aggressive as he was inspired by her verbal encouragement. Her nipples began to grow under his touch as he manipulated them between his fingers, rolling them sensuously and pulling them away from her breasts.

Leaving one hand to tease her breast, the man let his other hand fall to her thigh and slide under her short pleated skirt. Sally moaned louder as the hand began to drift higher under her skirt, tracing patterns across her naked thigh with long, well manicured fingernails until they reached the fabric of her tiny bikini panties. She gasped out loud as she felt the hand slide into the elastic waistband and then journey downwards towards her soft, smooth pussy.

As the man slid his finger along the slick folds of her vaginal lips he spoke briefly to Mark.

“Mmmmmmm…..how beykoz escort did you know I love shaved pussy!” And this bitch is already wet for it, man!”

“Oh god, yes!” gasped Sally as she heard his voice and felt his finger sing deep into her hairless pussy. “Fuck me with your finger….mmmmmm……I’m gonna cum… soon… please… more… faster… yes… yes… YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.”

The man’s fingers pounded into her wet hole as she convulsed into orgasm. As her juices flooded down onto his hand, he quickly shoved another digit into her pussy, and slid a further wet finger down lower and penetrated her tight nether hole. Sally screamed out loud as she felt the warm, wet finger slide easily into her butt. Her body shook again as she crashed into another deep, satisfying orgasm.

As her climax eventually subsided, Sally felt the stranger withdraw his fingers. With some surprise, she heard herself moan in protest as the finger was withdrawn from her tight ass. She had been fingered there before, of course, and once or twice been fucked in that smallest of holes, but the excitement she had experienced as he drove his digit deep into her as she came was, frankly, sensational. She knew that she wanted more.

For now though, the stranger seemed to have other ideas. Quickly unzipping himself, he put his hand into his underwear and pulled out a monster cock. Both Sally and Mark looked at it in awe. It must have measured at least eight inches and was not even fully erect yet.

Motioning to Mark, the man spoke in a calm, casual voice.

“Your turn now, buddy! Lean over the seat and take me in your mouth. Get me nice and hard!”

Mark hesitated in shocked surprise. This was new. He had never harboured any kind of homosexual fantasies before. The idea had never disgusted him, it was just that the situation had never presented itself before. However, here he was now, with a very large penis being waved in his face and being ordered to suck on it! He knew the consequences should he decide not to comply. He could not do that to Sally, this would be her second drunk driving charge and it was likely that this time she would do some jail time.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Mark leant over the seat. His hand touched it first. It felt warm and strong. As his fingers circled the thick shaft he felt it twitch beneath his touch and swell a little. Guiding the large organ towards his mouth, he tried to remember how his wife had always done this to him, how she had always brought him pleasure. Closing his lips around the huge, mushroom shaped head, he let his hand drift down to the mans large, hairy balls and cupped them gently. He let his tongue swirl around the sensitive underside, licking up and down the long hardening shaft. He concluded that the taste was not at all bad. The stranger was obviously very particular about his personal hygiene, and Mark, beginning to enjoy the textured sensation, opened his eyes. As he began to bob his head up and down, slowly stoking the now solid shaft, he could see Sally, sprawled face down on the seat next to the other man.

The stranger had a big smile on his face. He was reveling in the sensation of an extremely good blow-job, whilst methodically sinking one finger into sally’s soaked vagina and another into her equally wet asshole. For her part, Sally was moaning and sighing almost continuously, as she held her buttocks wide open with both hands so as to allow the mans fingers deeper access.

“That’ll do for now.” he ordered, pushing Marks head away from his erect penis. “Time to take a piece of your wife’s pretty little ass!”

Mark, almost reluctantly, let the hard caddebostan escort cock slip from his lips as he continued to watch. With Sally still sprawled face down and holding her ass cheeks apart, it was a fairly simple manoeuvre for the man to remove his fingers and climb on top of her.

“Oh..no!…please don’t stop!” cried Sally as she felt the emptiness that the withdrawal of his fingers left.

“Don’t ya worry, pretty lady.” the man drawled salaciously. “I’m gonna fill you up again real soon!”

Sitting astride Sally’s upper thighs, her smooth round ass was staring straight up at him. The pert, round globes were perfect as she held them open for him and the tiny star shaped hole looked slick and inviting. From his position, Mark could see that the man was in a clear state of excitement. His massive cock was throbbing wildly as he held it firmly in his hand and bent it down towards Sally’s impossibly tight hole. Sally was still moaning loudly, but was now also trying to push her hips back towards the strangers cock attempting to combat the empty feeling that she had in her ass.

She did not have long to wait. With a deep groan, he began to push his enormous meat down and into her butt. Mark marveled at the sight. To start with he thought that it would be impossible to fit such a large penis inside such a small orifice, but he was delighted, and a little surprised to see his wife’s asshole visibly widen and stretch as the invading weapon was firmly thrust into her. Her head was buried in the leather of the rear seat, stifling her screams of passion and pain as the stranger pushed his cock past her anal muscle and sank in to the hilt.

Realising that he had vanquished the petite woman beneath him, the stranger smiled to himself and began to forcefully thrust himself again and again into her bottom. Mercilessly he ploughed into her, rapidly building up the pace until his performance was little more than a blur of speed. The faster he fucked her ass, the louder Sally cried out for more.

As he watched her hips bounce up to meet the pistoning weapon, Mark saw her hand slide under her body and back towards her abused vagina and hard, swollen clitoris. He knew that she was masturbating towards yet another orgasm as another man fucker her hard in the ass.

From the ferocity of their coupling, it was obvious that neither would be able to hold back for very long. Mark could see beads of sweat forming across the strangers brow as he gritted his teeth and with a grunt pulled his huge erection from Sally’s asshole. As Sally continued to furiously rub her clit, the man pulled twice on his shaft and released a massive quantity of warm sticky cum. His seed splashed obscenely on to her animated buttocks as she herself shook violently as the orgasm lurched through her petite frame. For several more seconds, Mark looked on as his wife and the stranger continued to convulse in ecstasy. Sally looked a complete slut. Her usually tight little asshole appeared violated and yawned lewdly; agape for all to see, with thick white semen running in small meandering streams over the abused hole and down the inside of her quivering thighs.

Pulling up his jeans, the stranger spoke.

“Well, I think you have adequately paid for the damage to my car. Don’t forget though, I have all your details, which means I know where you live and your phone number etc. It’s entirely possible that when I inspect the damage further, I may have to demand a further compensation payment from you both! I’ll keep in touch!”

Mark tried to find the words, but felt himself rendered speechless at the audacity of the man! Still, he thought as he looked into his wife’s pretty eyes, accidents will happen!

– The End –

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Note: This story was inspired by Khachaturian’s Masquerade Waltz, so in an attempt to try something new, I’ve set it this piece to music. Though the music isn’t entirely period correct to New York’s Gilded Age where our story takes place, I hope you’ll enjoy it all the same. -AG

Suggested Playlist:

Jazz Suite No. 2: VI. Waltz — Dmitri Shostakovich (1938)

Frühlingsstimmen (Voices of Spring), Op. 410: Waltz — Johann Strauss II (1882)

Masquerade (Suite): I. Waltz — Aram Khachaturian (1941)

“The Lady Alexandra Greene!” announced the powdered attendant. I suppressed a groan beneath a taught, eyeless smile. It was 1908 already, and we were still acting like it was Louis’s court, and in New York City no less. Even for a masquerade, the powdered wig felt over the top.

Fuck, I hate these society do’s. It was an unladylike thought, but honesty was generally thought unladylike these days. I chastised myself. I could have chosen to stay at home and enjoy a quiet night in my study, but here I am.

Boredom is the best explanation, although in fairness a masquerade wasn’t such a tragic expense of time. The costumes, the color, the freedom to be a little less gentile, a little more reckless. And I do love to dance, so a night upon the ballroom floor should be no great ordeal, even if it means the usual pawing by drunken and cavalier men.

My coat was taken and I passed into the ballroom. I was no stranger to eliciting such reactions, but the hum as I entered still satisfied. Silver and blue velvet-trimmed satin clung close to my skin and a deep cowled collar revealed far more of my back and bust than was strictly fashionable. That might deter some of the older gentlemen, though it did tend to encourage the younger and brasher.

But I wished to dance, and I required partners with energy and endurance. Of course, life would be so much more straightforward if only I could find satisfaction among men off the dance floor too, but alas, that has never been my preference.

As expected, I didn’t have to wait long before a tall handsome young man offered his hand. I took it and we were off. John, he said his name was; I just smiled blankly. Men liked that.

The next was Edward, followed by another John. And so on for the first hour. I wore each out before passing on to the next. We danced to the Strausses and Rimsky-Korsakov, Chopin and Liszt, the ever-ubiquitous Tchaikovsky, music with beauty you did not parse detachedly, but could feel in your heart, in your bones.

Another hour passed with more Strauss and Dvorák, more Johns and Edwards. And while I delighted in the music and my own body, I grew more bored with each successive partner.

And just when I thought I could not take another, the crowds parted, and there she was. I would recognize that profile anywhere, that long neck, those lush curves; Lillian Grey, my roommate once in that little monastic French boarding school. Little Lillian Grey, awkward but pretty, of noble birth but questionable parentage and always reminded of it, sitting next to me on our hard, rough-linen beds, practicing our Latin, and then later once the matron had made her final rounds for the evening….I jolted myself; that was a decade ago and I was too old for nostalgic wistfulness.

Age had refined her beauty in the years since we were abruptly parted, though she still maintained that aristocratic bearing that she had used to defend herself from the world. Tonight she was radiant in a sleeveless emerald-green gown embroidered in black, cut low in the back, revealing the creamy olive hue of her skin that gave her so much trouble and those crisp shoulder blades that always gave me so much delight. She turned lightly on delicate feet, and though her face was obscured by a black filigree mask, it couldn’t hide the fine tapered jaw and petite chin that set off her piles of curling black hair.

Our eyes met from across the room, hers a perfect match for her emerald gown, locked onto my own slate grey blues. The corners of her full red lips curled upwards, suffusing my body with a carnal heat. Apparently, she saw through the silver of my mask and the years of separation, too.

She was surrounded by a circle of admirers and hangers-on, who while smiling and toadying to her face would likely whisper their feral accusations when they retreated to their various, vicious cliques. Well, this would shake those pretentious fools. I abandoned the latest John without a word and made an unwavering line for her, parting dancers and toadies alike.

“Miss Grey, may I have this dance?” I asked. She met my gaze and smiled, a subtle blush rising over her cheeks, as the wizened-haired woman she had been chatting with gasped and choked.

“It would be my pleasure,” she responded, “but only on one condition. I must be allowed to lead the first dance!”

I barked an unladylike laugh as the old maid grasped her pearls and huffed away. “I might be amenable to that,” I answered, “though you may find it a high price that I shall kaynarca escort extract for it,” I added with a wink. She took my hand and pulled me to the center of the floor, through a haze of murmurs and sidelong glances. A generation ago, no one would have given a second glance to two ladies dancing together, but now the whole reading world knew the words invert and lesbian, and something had been irretrievably lost. Mrs. Astor certainly would not approve, but our titles and money would keep her and her minions silent, at least for a little while.

We fell into a pleasing rhythm quickly and without effort. She led naturally, a change from our youth when she had been so content to follow me without question. I wondered if she now lead in other aspects of her life, too.

Her soft voice broke my reverie, “What are you thinking about, Alexandra?”

“You, Miss Grey.”

“If you call me Miss Grey again, I shall become very cross with you,” she playfully scolded.

“Lillian, since my eyes first had the privilege of your divine form tonight, I have thought of nothing else. At the moment though, I was wondering if you lead in all things these days.”

“I have found a tremendous amount of satisfaction in the flexibility to lead or follow, as the situation dictates.” At her words, I quickly moved my hand to her waist. She took my cue and switched effortlessly to follow me.

“This is more to my liking,” I said with a smile as another waltz fell upon us. The rhythm started slow but gained steam. A few moments more and the tempo became swift, forcing the less robust couples to retreat from the floor. We only smiled and lifted our skirts a touch higher. The music was a current, swift and tumbling. We turned and turned again, our feet light, the rhythm driving us, our energy rambunctious. It had been too long since we had held each other on a dance floor. We spun and slid effortlessly over the floor as the music crescendoed. We beamed at each other, our forms united in movement. It was only when I lifted her in a spin as the music crashed over us that I remembered that we were not in fact alone. The unified gasp of a hundred onlookers broke our perfect hypnosis.

Lillian spoke first as the tempo eased from its crest. “Everyone is staring at us. They must be absolutely scandalized!”

“No, my dear,” I responded, giving her another flamboyant twirl. “The word you’re looking for is ‘titillated.’ Now, if you were to shout ‘Votes for Women!,’ you would surely see scandalized. The truth is that they’re enjoying this as much as we are. Watch.” I gave her a gallant — and slightly provocative — dip, eliciting a robust round of applause the the gallery nearest and more than a little tittering from the corners.

We both broke into unrestrained and boisterous laughter. I cannot say for certain what those around us thought, but for that moment, it was the furthest thing from my mind. And as the music finally slowed and faded, I took Lillian by the hand and led her from the floor.

We fell into our seats still struggling for breath, even as our laughter slowly died down. “I have not danced nor laughed so freely in years, my dear,” Miss Grey gasped. “Not since my — our — youth. Oh, you could make me absolutely howl then. I’ve never found anyone who could match you for it since. Plus, you’ve positively ruined me for dancing.” Her eyes darkened suggestively. “Just as you ruined me for men in that little chapel at school. I might never forgive you for that.”

“I’d have never forgiven myself if I hadn’t,” I responded. “Anyway, I was ruined for men when my governess changed her torn stocking before me when I was 12. It was only fair I pass on the wisdom of a life free of the rougher sex.” Her hand rested on the table, and I placed mine over hers, my silver satin gloves sliding frictionless over hers of soft black velvet. I felt the heat rise from my belly until it colored my pale cheeks. “Come with me, love. I need a drink.” We both stood, and as we walked across the ballroom, I offered her my elbow, which she took, a telling grin playing across her lips.

From the main ballroom, we took our champagne down a back hall. It was dimmer there, the lights lower, and the walls were lined with little niches as one would see in the chapel of a grand cathedral. Chapels, I thought to myself.

“How well do you remember the chapel at school?” I asked, no small amount of suggestion implied.

“Every detail. It was the place where my whole world was shattered. I remember those years with you fondly, even if the ending was bitter. But that chapel, oh yes, the white marble altar that separated the apse from the knave. We’d lay down behind it, and look up at that high domed roof. And then one day you kissed me, and it felt like that whole ceiling was crashing down upon me.”

I took her glass and set it on a table along the wall before pulling her into the alcove. I turned her towards me and backed her against the panelled wall. “Lillian, I have tasted those lips küçükyalı escort in my dreams ever since. I cannot wait any longer to taste them again.”

“But we’ll be seen!” she protested.

“Perhaps, but do you care? I do not. Some will gossip and slander without any cause, so I see no difference whether the deed is done or not.” I might have pressed my case further, but she pulled my body towards hers and pressed her full lips to mine.

The sensation was dazzling, and my whole body smouldered. My hand slid up her smooth back, over her long pristine neck, and twined within her soft curls. My fingers closed around her pinned locks as my tongue prised her lips apart. Time had made her softer yet bolder, more generous, and more daring.

Her hands gripped my waist, and my stays creaked as she drew our bellies together. I could feel her heat through the layers of her gown, and my body responded in kind. Our tongues danced no less fiercely than our bodies had minutes before. If others passed and gaped at our cleaving bodies, we did not know it.

The entire world beyond that shadowed alcove was lost to us as we reacquainted ourselves with bodies grown fuller with time and womanhood. I could taste the champagne on her tongue as I imagined she could taste it upon mine. The scent of lilies — always, and without irony, her favorite scent — filled my nostrils. My hand that was not lost in her hair descended down over her narrow waist to her full hip and around to the generous curve beyond, cupping it, easing her leg up and away, allowing me to slide my thigh between hers.

Her head fell back, breaking our kiss with a gasp and a sigh, allowing me to press my lips down her petite jaw to her soft, smooth neck. I trailed kisses over the crease between muscle and throat, over the thin little ribbon from which a single pearl hung, until I reached that glorious hollow at the base of her neck. My hand gathered her skirt inch by inch until I found the hem, and beneath it, her silk-clad leg. I rounded her thigh with my gloved hand until I found what I sought. Cool satin found hot wet flesh, and she sighed, low and long. I traced her bare collarbone with my lips, my fingers doing the same to her warm sex below.

“Take me home, Alex. Now.” She needed not ask again. I released her skirts, allowing them to drape between us. I lifted my hand to my face and held my soaked fingers beneath my nose, savoring her long-missed scent before running the ruined satin over my lips.

“You still taste delightful. Time has not dulled your flavor in the least,” I purred.

Her eyes flashed darkly as she took my gloved fingers in hers and placed them in her mouth. “Mmm…it has always tasted better from your fingers. Now, let’s get our coats. I wish to taste you as well.” We traced the outline of each other’s lips, wiping away smears of carmine in the dim light. It would do to get us to the door.

We called both carriages. I ascended into mine while Lilian slipped in one side of hers and out the other to join me, giggling at our simple little subterfuge. Once in the door, she wasted no time, moving her skirts deftly within the small space to sit upon my lap, pressing her lips to mine, seeking my tongue with hers.

I desperately groped at her waist to pull her closer still, but when the angles of our bodies and necks became too much a burden, I threw her to the opposite bench, rattling the carriage, and fell to my knees before her. I splayed her legs and placed myself between them, taking her neck once more into my mouth, kissing with all the longing my lips could employ.

My hands again slithered amongst the curls of her hair; I kissed and nipped downwards until I could bury my face amongst her generous bosom. She gripped the back of my head and held me there, my breath cut short. I bit and sucked at her breasts, leaving little purple welts and pale lip color upon them.

My hands were travelling over her curves and down her thighs as the carriage came to a sudden halt. The trip had been entirely too short, but no matter, our journey was only beginning. We righted ourselves just enough as the coachman opened the door, allowing us to tumble from it, giggling and shushing each other. We hurried through the door held by the footman and clumsily ran up the stairs, discarding our masks, myself leading Lillian by the hand as fast as heels and skirts allowed. Then we were through my chamber door, and shut it fast behind us. And there we stood, hearts pounding, hands entwined, only a sliver of space between us, simply gazing into each other’s expectant eyes.

Once the realization had set in that here we were finally and at long last in private, the dizzying, desperate pace of our fumblings at the ball and in the carriage gave way. We now had as much time as we wished to savor each other; unsaid understanding passing between us that we would make the most of it.

Slowly, I drew Lillian to me, our skirts rustling as our thighs and bellies met, then our lips. Softly sancaktepe escort this time, just a grazing touch. Then another, almost chaste if not for the promise implicit. We lifted our joined hands away from us, an echo of our dances earlier, pulling us even nearer until our outstretched hands collapsed onto each other’s bodies. Hers rose to my face, cupping my jaw, while mine slid around her back to cup the full curve of her bottom.

Our kiss deepened, tongues exploring, sliding over one another, tasting, our hearts once again surging in tempo. The kiss crested and our lips broke, arousal blooming across our skin from breast to cheek, our hearts pounding and breath ragged. I took Lillian’s hand once more and led her through my sitting room and into my bedroom, the gauze-draped four-poster looming with promise. I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed each finger, slowly, deliberately; my lips parting just enough for her fingertips to settle on my tongue before my teeth gently closed and pulled the wet tips of her gloves from her fingers. Once all were loose, I unbuttoned the wrist and slowly slid the soft velvet over her skin, watching the little hairs rise on her forearms with each inch exposed. How delightful were her responses, her taught goose-pimpled skin, her shaky breaths and tiny gasps.

Her arms finally bare, I allowed my fingers to graze over them, take in their full length and smooth, silky surface. She shuddered when my touch crossed her wrists and passed the final few inches of her long, delicate fingers.

“My turn,” she said. She spoke softly, her voice barely a breathy murmur. In the quiet of my bed chamber, those words held a strange and startling power. Though she spoke in a whisper, the words ripped through me like lightning. She touched my wrists, nimbly unhooking the buttons without once breaking her eyes from mine, and once undone, she simply pulled by the middle finger, each glove releasing as if by divine fiat.

My heart pounded as she lifted the silver satin to her face, passing the limp fingers beneath her nose. “I love this smell, the arousal of a woman. I’m going to enjoy greatly the scent of you upon my own fingers.”

Warmth pooled at my center at her words, the racing of my imagination matched only by that of my heart. But I would take my time, delay that sweet satisfaction and revel in the delightful pain of longing.

I slipped a single slender finger beneath the black ribbon around her neck. Her understanding was instant. I stepped backwards and she followed, her feet once again in perfect harmony with mine. I needed no force, no words; she complied without question. She would allow me to lead after all.

We stopped inches from my bed, the sheer drapes tickling our skin. My hands slid over her shoulders and under her arms, which she lifted gracefully out to her sides. She was no doubt accustomed to being undressed by another, but her maid likely never saw Lillian’s chest heaving and blushing when she touched her mistress.

I took my time, following her curves with my hands gently down her silk-clad legs to remove her shoes, and then up her soft sides. I unhooked her gown and drew it off before teasing her with the satin ribbons of her stays as I unlaced them.

When she was in nothing but her Parisian knickers, stockings, and chemise, I stood back to admire her incredible figure. He body was stately, lush. She stood still, her chin raised, her arms still out, once again a dancer holding her position, elegant, ready. It was only when I kissed her again that she moved, and then only to embrace me in response.

Our lips and tongues melded together once again, and I felt her fingers work the hooks of my gown. She teased it from my body and slid around to my back, her legs pressed against mine as she unlaced and removed my stays. She worked quietly and deftly as she undressed me, removing my undergarments and stockings without another word.

When she had removed the last of my clothing, she wrapped her arms around me from behind and pressed herself into my back, kissing up my spine to my neck. Her hands wandered over my belly before splitting, one rising to cup my breast, the other sliding down over my navel to rest amongst the dark hairs at the cleft of my thighs. Only inches lower she would find a pool at her fingers.

I turned in her arms to face her, my bare breasts and taught nipples grazing across the fabric of her chemise. My hand found her breastbone and I softly pressed her backwards until she fell with a sigh through the gauze onto the waiting counterpane. With her on her back, I could slide the soft silk of her stockings down her long olive legs, kissing every inch in sensual delight.

Her bare legs fell apart when I released them, revealing a dark, wet stain on her silk knickers where her thighs met. I traced my hands up her legs and climbed between them. I lifted the hem of her chemise to lay small kisses on her exposed belly, her skin going taught immediately, a low moan escaping her parted lips.

I lifted the chemise up over her breasts and took each nipple into my mouth in turn. Her moan echoed above me as her hips pressed upwards, her sweet slickness sliding over my belly. Heat flashed upwards from my center, so close to hers, and was almost too much to endure.

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