The Conference Affair

The Conference Affair

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Desiree had just arrived at a marketing conference in Las Vegas, and she was excited to be there. She had been to many conferences in the past, but this was the first one that she had attended since she had cheated on her husband. She was feeling a mix of emotions: guilty about what she had done, but also excited to be away from her husband for a few days.

The conference was being held in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels, and the bar was packed with attendees. Desiree had arrived early, hoping to grab a drink and unwind before the evening’s events. She was wearing a tight-fitting black dress that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

As she sipped her drink, Desiree noticed two men sitting at the bar, glancing her way. They were both well-dressed and seemed to be in their early thirties. One of them had a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, while the other had a more boyish charm. They were both tall and muscular, and Desiree couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by their presence.

She smiled at them as they approached her, feeling flattered by their attention. “Hey there,” said the blue-eyed man, “mind if we join you?”

Desiree shrugged, “Sure, why not?” she replied, taking another sip of her drink.

They introduced themselves as Jake and Matt and explained that they were both in marketing too. They were charming and flirtatious, and Desiree found herself enjoying their attention. She felt a thrill of excitement, and for a moment, she forgot all about her husband and her troubles.

As the night went on, Desiree found herself laughing and chatting with Jake and Matt. They were both intelligent and had a good sense of humor, and she enjoyed their company. However, as the drinks flowed, Desiree began to feel a little dizzy, and her judgment became clouded. She knew she should probably call it a night, but she was having too much fun to stop. She was enjoying the attention, and for a brief moment, she forgot all about her unhappy marriage.

Desiree continued to chat and laugh with Jake and Matt, feeling more and more comfortable around them. They bought her drinks and made her feel like the most desirable woman in the room. She could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins, making her giddy and reckless.

Soon, the three of them were dancing on the crowded dance floor, with Desiree sandwiched between the two men. She felt the heat of their bodies against hers, and she relished in the attention. They took turns dancing with her, each trying to outdo the other with their moves.

As the night wore on, the flirting became more intense. Jake and Matt were both vying for Desiree’s attention, and she loved the power she held over them. She felt like the queen of the club, with two handsome men fighting over her.

Desiree led the way to a dark corner of the dance floor, where the music was louder, and the lights were dimmer. She started to grind against one of the men, feeling the hardness of his body against hers. The other man stepped forward, and soon she was sandwiched between them once again.

Desiree let out a moan as they both touched her, running their hands over her body. She could feel herself getting wet with desire, and she knew that she wanted them both. She started to dance and grind against them, relishing in their physical reaction to her.

Jake and Matt were both turned on by Desiree’s boldness. They could feel the heat between them, and they both wanted her. They took turns kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobes, sending shivers down her spine.

Desiree knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. She was lost in the moment, with two handsome men fighting for her attention. She felt alive and desired, and for a brief moment, she forgot all about her unhappy marriage.

Desiree could feel the heat of their bodies against hers, and she was getting more and more turned on by the minute. She let out a soft moan as Jake’s hands slid under her dress, running his hands over her bare thighs. Matt’s hands were exploring her back, his fingers tracing the outline of her tattoos.

The music was loud, and the club was dark, which made it easier for Desiree to let go and indulge in her desires. She had always been adventurous in bed, but she had never experienced anything like this before. The alcohol was making her feel dizzy, and she felt like she was losing control.

As the music thumped and the bodies gyrated around them, Jake’s hand crept higher and higher up Desiree’s thigh. She could feel the heat radiating off his palm as his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. Meanwhile, Matt’s hand had found its way to her breast, and he was cupping it firmly through her dress, his thumb rubbing against her nipple. Desiree’s breathing grew shallow as she felt the familiar ache of desire building deep within her.

As they continued to dance, Jake’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and Göztepe Escort began to tug them down, inch by inch. Desiree’s heart raced as she felt the cool air hit her bare skin, and she wondered if anyone else could see what was happening. But then Matt’s lips were on her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he whispered in her ear, “Relax, baby. No one’s paying attention to us.”

Desiree let out a soft moan as Jake’s fingers found her wetness, and he began to tease her with light touches and gentle strokes. She felt like she was on fire, every nerve ending in her body alive and pulsing with desire. Matt’s hand moved from her breast to the small of her back, pulling her in closer to his body as he ground against her.

The three of them were lost in their own world, the music and the crowd fading away as they explored each other’s bodies. She knew that she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself. She was lost in the moment, with two handsome men all over her. She felt alive and desired, and she didn’t want the night to end.

As the music reached a fever pitch, Desiree felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She knew that she was about to do something that she would regret, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Jake and Matt were both breathing heavily, their eyes locked onto hers. They knew what was about to happen, and they were eager for it.

Desiree leaned in, her lips meeting Jake’s in a passionate kiss. Matt was right there with her, his lips trailing down her neck as she kissed Jake.

For a few moments, everything else faded away, and Desiree was lost in the moment. She didn’t care about the consequences or the guilt that would come later. All that mattered was the intense pleasure she was experiencing at that moment.

Desiree pulled away from the kiss, feeling a mixture of excitement and guilt. She looked up at Jake and Matt, both of whom were grinning at her with cocky smiles.

“You guys are trouble,” she said, trying to sound firm, but failing to hide the tremble in her voice.

“We know,” Jake said, placing a hand on her hip. “But you like it, don’t you?”

Desiree hesitated, feeling torn. She was married, and she had cheated on her husband. She knew that this was a mistake, but a part of her didn’t want the night to end.

Matt leaned in close to her, his breath hot against her ear. “Come up to our room with us,” he whispered. “We’ll make it worth your while.”

Desiree bit her lip, feeling a thrill run through her body. She knew that she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t resist the temptation.

“I shouldn’t,” she said, her voice barely audible over the pounding music.

Jake leaned in and whispered in her other ear. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Just let go and have some fun. You won’t regret it.”

Desiree hesitated for a moment longer, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong. She nodded, feeling a rush of excitement as she followed the two men out of the club and into the elevator.

As they rode up to the hotel room, Jake and Matt were both talking excitedly, their words slurring slightly from the alcohol. They were both confident and cocky, like they knew they had Desiree wrapped around their fingers.

Desiree felt a mix of nerves and anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was about to do something reckless and dangerous, but a part of her couldn’t resist the thrill of the moment.

As they stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway, Jake and Matt were both grinning like Cheshire cats. They opened the door to the hotel room, and Desiree stepped inside, feeling like she was walking into a trap. Desiree walked into the hotel room, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was about to do something that she would regret, but she couldn’t help herself. The thrill of the moment was too strong.

Jake and Matt closed the door behind them, and Desiree turned to face them. They both had lustful looks in their eyes, and Desiree knew that she was in trouble.

“Let’s get this dress off,” Jake said, stepping closer to her. “I want to see what you’re hiding underneath.”

Desiree felt her heart skip a beat as Jake reached for the zipper on her dress. She lifted her arms, letting him slide the dress down her body. As the fabric fell away, Desiree stood there in her bra and panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Jake and Matt both let out a low whistle, appreciating the sight before them. Desiree was thin and athletic, with soft curves in all the right places. Her black pixie hair framed her face, making her look both innocent and daring at the same time.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” Matt said, stepping closer to her. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

Desiree felt a shiver run down her spine as Matt reached for the clasp on her bra. With a quick flick of his fingers, her breasts were exposed, the cool air of the hotel room causing her nipples to harden.

Jake and Matt both stepped closer to her, Escort Göztepe their hands running over her body. Desiree could feel the heat of their bodies against hers, and she was getting more and more turned on by the minute.

Matt’s hand trailed down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her panties. Desiree gasped as his fingers brushed against her sex, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Jake leaned in, his lips finding hers in a heated kiss. Desiree responded eagerly, feeling his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed over her body.

Desiree was lost in the moment, her body responding to the touch of these two men. She knew that this was dangerous and reckless, but she couldn’t help herself. She was caught up in the thrill of the moment, relishing in the physical pleasure that they were giving her.

Desiree felt hands on her, pulling at the elastic of her panties until they fell down her legs, leaving her completely naked in front of the two men. She felt a blush creeping up her neck as she stood there, exposed and vulnerable.

Jake and Matt exchanged a look before moving closer to her again. Jake’s hands found her breasts, kneading them roughly as he leaned in to kiss her again. Matt’s hands were on her hips, pulling her closer to him until she was pressed up against his hard body.

Desiree could feel their erections pressing against her, and she knew what was expected of her. She dropped to her knees in front of them, her fingers working their zippers down until their hard lengths were free.

She looked up at them, her eyes filled with lust and desire. She took one of them in her hand, stroking it slowly as she leaned in to kiss the head. She could feel it twitch in her hand, responding to her touch.

Desiree felt the men’s hands on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she worked her lips and tongue over their lengths. She could hear their moans growing louder, and she knew that they were enjoying what she was doing.

She switched between them, stroking and sucking, working them both to a fever pitch. The men’s breathing grew ragged, and she could feel their muscles tensing under her hands.

Finally, Jake and Matt pulled away from her, their erections still hard and glistening with her saliva. Desiree looked up at them with a sultry gaze, her lips swollen and wet with saliva.

“Please fuck my face?” she pouted; her voice thick with desire.

Jake grinned down at her, his hand moving to stroke her cheek. “You want it rough, don’t you?” he asked.

Desiree nodded eagerly, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Yes, please,” she murmured.

Matt stepped closer to her, his hand moving to grasp the back of her head. “Open your mouth,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

Desiree obeyed, her lips parting as he pushed his erection deep into her mouth. She could feel him thrusting roughly, his hips slamming into her face as she tried to keep up with his movements.

Jake was next, his hand on the back of her head as he thrust into her mouth. The men took turns, fucking her face hard and fast as Desiree moaned and whimpered around their lengths.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Jake groaned, his fingers tangling in her short hair.

Desiree could feel her own arousal building, the heat between her legs becoming almost unbearable as she worked to pleasure the two men in front of her. She could hear their moans growing louder, and she knew that they were close.

Finally, they both pulled away from her, their erections still hard and glistening with her saliva. Desiree could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at them, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew that there was no going back now, and she was ready for whatever they had in store for her.

Desiree lay back on the bed, her body quivering with anticipation as she watched the two men approach her. She felt their hands on her body, pulling her close as they kissed her hungrily. Jake knelt between her legs, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned himself at her entrance. She gasped as he thrust into her, the sensation of him filling her completely sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Meanwhile, Matt stood at the edge of the bed, his cock in his hand as he watched the two of them. He stepped forward, pressing himself against her lips as he pushed his length into her mouth and throat.

Desiree’s body was a playground for the two men, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her skin. As Matt continued to thrust into her mouth, Jake reached up to twist and pinch her nipples, causing her to moan around the cock filling her mouth. He alternated between gentle caresses and rough twists, making Desiree’s body arch with a mix of pain and pleasure.

At one point, Jake’s hand found its way to her throat, his fingers tightening around her neck as he thrust into her harder and harder. Desiree gasped for air, her vision going blurry as she felt the orgasm building Göztepe deep within her.

The sensation of their rough hands on her sensitive nipples only intensified the pleasure that was building in her pussy. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, and the pressure was becoming almost unbearable. But even as she was lost in a sea of ecstasy, the men showed no signs of slowing down. They seemed intent on pushing her to her limits and beyond.

At another point, Matt leaned down to lick and suck on her nipples, his teeth scraping over them roughly as he alternated between gentle licks and forceful bites as he ground his hips against her face. Desiree cried out, her voice muffled by the cock in her throat, her body writhing in pleasure and pain as he played with her breasts.

Desiree felt like she was floating in a sea of pleasure, every nerve in her body on fire as the orgasm wracked her. She could feel her pussy clenching and pulsing around Jake’s hard length, her body shaking uncontrollably as she gasped for air around the cock in her throat.

Matt’s hands had found her nipples again, twisting and pinching them roughly as he watched her body convulse. He could feel the tremors running through her, and it only spurred him on, driving his cock deeper into her throat as he continued to play with her sensitive nipples.

Jake, too, could feel the tight grip of her pussy on his cock, her convulsing body only making the sensation more intense. He could feel his own orgasm building, and he began to thrust even harder, wanting to push her even further over the edge.

Desiree’s screams were muffled by the cock in her mouth, but they only added to the intense pleasure of the moment. Her body was wracked with waves of ecstasy, her muscles clenching and releasing around the two hard lengths that were driving her to new heights of pleasure.

As the last wave of pleasure subsided, Desiree’s body began to feel heavy and weak, as if all the energy had been drained out of her. She lay there, panting and gasping for air, as her chest heaved up and down with every labored breath. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her hands were curled into fists as she tried to regain control of her body.

Meanwhile, Matt and Jake had not slowed down. Their thrusts into her had only become more forceful and frenzied, as if the sight of her convulsing body had only fueled their desire for her. Desiree could feel them pounding into her relentlessly, their lengths stretching her inner walls and her throat as they took turns using her for their pleasure.

Desiree was vaguely aware of their grunts and groans, and the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, as they continued to use her body. She could feel the sweat pouring down her face and her body, mixing with her juices that coated her thighs.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Matt and Jake pulled away from her, leaving her gasping and breathless on the bed. Desiree’s body was covered in sweat, and her pussy and throat felt raw and sore from their rough treatment. She lay there, completely spent and exhausted, her body tingling with aftershocks from the intense orgasm she had just experienced.

She was still humming with pleasure as Matt and Jake switched positions, pulling her up onto her hands and knees in front of them. She was eager for more, her body craving the rough touch of their hands and cocks.

Matt knelt down behind her, spreading her cheeks and sliding his cock into her slick, wet pussy. Meanwhile, Jake positioned himself in front of her, offering his cock to her waiting mouth.

“Look at that ass bounce, man. She’s loving it,” Jake said, smirking down at her as he gripped the back of her head and started to push himself into her mouth.

Desiree moaned around him, feeling the heat and pressure building in her pussy as Matt pounded into her from behind. She was lost in the sensation, feeling the men’s rough touches and hearing their grunts and groans as they used her.

“You like that, you dirty slut?” Matt growled, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back.

Desiree gasped, feeling a thrill of arousal at his rough words. “Yes,” she panted. “I love it. Fuck me harder.”

Matt responded by slamming into her with even more force, his hips smacking against her ass with each thrust. Jake matched his rhythm, pounding her mouth and throat with equal intensity.

As the pleasure built to a fever pitch, Desiree felt her body tensing up. She could feel her orgasm approaching fast, and she knew she was going to come hard. And then, suddenly, it hit her – a powerful, shuddering climax that seemed to shake her to her core.

She cried out around Jake’s cock, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over her as Matt continued to pound into her from behind. Her body felt hot and heavy, the pleasure nearly overwhelming as she lost herself in the moment. Desiree collapsed onto the bed as Matt pulled out of her, feeling dazed and blissful. Desiree stirred after a few moments, still feeling the intense sensations of her previous orgasm. She realized that Matt had started fucking her again, his thrusts deep and steady. She moaned softly as she felt him filling her up, her body still sensitive from the previous orgasms.

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Pickle Ball Pt. 02

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Pickle Ball, Part 2

So, I thought my writing days were over. I was dried out. But you pick up things and your mind begins to run with them and before you know it, here we are. Contrary to what Baba Ram Dass said, you never know what’s next nor what’s around the corner. Enjoy it and maybe drop me a line.

Soon after I got to the park, I was pulled into a mixed doubles game. The other players were also beginners but I quickly found that I was better at the game than they were. My partner was a tall, thin woman I’d seen at previous lessons. Her name was Sheila. She was very nice and, I noticed, wearing a wedding band.

Although they had come to the lessons, I hadn’t seen my opponents before. His name was Jay and her name was Janice. They were also very nice. The game went to two twenty-one point games before we called it a day. This was okay with me because my knee had begun to ache. Now was a good time to quit.

I’d worked up a good sweat this time so I found my way into the group shower. Jay and I were the only ones and he was too busy soaping up to see me enter. As the water poured down on me, I studied him. He was the same size as me, similar build, no ass either and a similar seven inches. I noticed that he was shaved down there, too.

I was rubbing my knee when Jay walked over to me. “Say, Ray, where’s that nice looking woman you were playing with the other day? She was cute!”

“Oh, that would be Beth. She tumbled and hurt her shoulder so she’ll be gone for a couple of days. It’s just a little bruise.”

“That’s too bad. Tell her Jay and Janice hope she feels better soon.”

“I surely will, Jay.”

“Are you two a couple?”

“No, no, no. She lives in the neighborhood. We just met.”

“Yeah, but do you…you know.”

I laughed. “Oh, I see what you’re getting at. Let’s say we are friends with benefits.”

He laughed. “Good. I’m glad someone is getting a piece of that. I might have made a move.”

“Aren’t you married to Janice?”

“You bet. We like to swing. Same room.”

“Nice.”

He reached for my dick. “Sure is a beauty.”

I reached for his and stroked it. “Thanks.”

I pushed away from him and got my towel. I said, “Perhaps, we can do this again in the proper setting. I’ll discuss it with Beth and you discuss it with Janice and we’ll see if we’re all on the same page. And, by the way, Beth and I are both bisexual.”

“Then we’ll fit perfectly.” He smiled and we shook hands. We dressed quickly and walked out of the locker room together. “Do you want to get a cup of coffee?”

“Sure.”

Janice was waiting for us at the snack bar. I hadn’t taken a good look at her before but now, I was giving her the once over, and she was doing the same to me. She was about five foot five, with a little more padding. She was wearing a low cut pink blouse that showed her large tits encased in the imprint of a lacy white bra. She had a nice ass, too. I would describe her as voluptuous. “What took you so long, Jay?”

“Oh, Ray and I were having sex, dear.”

The coffee spilled out of her mouth. Jay and I exploded in laughter. “Gotcha!” said Jay.

“Yes, you did, my comedian husband.”

“Actually, there is a grain of truth to that. Ray Şerifali Escort and I were talking about some things we have in common.”

“Like what?”

“Well, we both about the same height. We both have similar builds. We both have seven inch dicks. We both like to swing and we’re both bisexual.”

Again, the coffee spewed from her mouth. “Jay, you’re killing me. I can’t get a sip down!” She wiped off her mouth and looked at me, as if to say, is he for real?

“He’s a classy guy, isn’t he. But what he says is true. My friend, Beth and I…”

“Yes, where is Beth?”

“Beth fell and bruised her shoulder. She’ll be recovering for a few days. However, Beth and I might be interested in joining you two. I have to discuss it with her.”

“Is she your partner?”

“No, she’s a neighbor and a friend with benefits. You know, let me take a picture of you guys to show her.” I took out my phone and snapped a couple.

“Too bad, we’re in public or we could give you some real photos.”

“Let’s exchange emails and phone numbers. We will get back to you, okay?”

We had a pleasant exchange. However, my mind was rife with possibilities. I headed home not long after while my head was full of bees. I called Beth as soon as I got in.

“So, how’s your shoulder today, ya’ brat?”

“Much better, thank you. And how was your game?”

“I have a lot to tell you. Can I come over? Do you need anything?”

“Yes, I do. I need milk, I need something to nosh on and I need your sweet penis. How fast can you make it?”

“Give me a few minutes.” I went to pick up milk and I picked up some chocolate and some nuts. I stopped in the bakery and picked up fresh blueberry muffins. I was at Beth’s place in under a half hour.

“Food’s here!” I yelled through the screen door. Beth welcomed me in a diaphanous. silky pink robe.

“Good! I’ve prepared a full menu. Let me make some coffee and you tell me about your pickle…ball.”

Fortunately, she loved the juicy muffins. As we ate, I told her all about Jay and Janice, whom she remembered from the class. I showed her their picture and she seemed enthusiastic. Just then, Jay sent a bunch of pictures to my phone. We looked at the six pictures that truly whet our appetite. The first one showed Janice sucking Jay’s cock. The second showed Jay eating Janice’s shaved snatch. The third showed Janice in a strap-on pushing into Jay’s ass. The fourth had Janice fucking Jay in the cowgirl position and the fifth photo showed Janice in a bukkake scene with several men, covered in cum.

“So, what do you think? Could you fuck them? I kind of like those pix, they seem to be pretty uninhibited, to say the least.”

“Yeah, I could do them. I like that they are shaved, too. We’ll have to take a few pictures to send back to them. But right now, I really need your cock, mister.”

I stood up and began to disrobe. “No, let me,” said Beth. She slowly stripped me. As she slipped my underwear down, she rubbed her face all over my dick, swiping her tongue around it. I got hard immediately. “Oh…oh,” she moaned, occasionally licking the head. “I need it in me.”

She plopped on the bed and in a moment, she was pulling my cock inside her warm Şerifali Escort Bayan womb. She was very active, moving around and pulling me deeper. She scratched my arms and my back as she pulled at me. I could tell that this was going to be a fast, animal fuck. I could feel her need. I pumped hard and deep several times when she began to shake. She began to cum and vibrate on my body. I plunged deeper and she muttered, “Yes, like that, deeper…do me deeper.” I plunged again and this time, she exploded in a cold sweat, shaking and cumming hard. She arched, held her ass up off the bed and collapsed like a rag doll.

“Damn! I needed that. Thank you, kind sir. Now, let me make you cum.”

“No, let’s take some pictures as long as I’m hard.”

The first picture was of Beth’s tongue on the tip of my cock. It was a hot shot, for sure. Next was Beth on her back, stretched out and legs spread with her fingers holding her vulva lips apart. The third shot was a close up of Beth’s nipple and my tongue. We took a shot of me licking her asshole. The next shots were a series of Beth sucking me and taking me deep. I began to feel my cum boiling up inside. The last shots were of my cum dripping into her mouth. “One more,” she said. The picture showed Beth’s mouth full of my seed dripping it into my mouth. That was surely the best of the bunch.

We selected pictures and mailed them off to Jay and Janice. “That should get their attention,” I said.

Beth said, “Now, let’s fuck.”

“Who died and left you boss? Maybe I don’t want to fuck?”

“Okay by me. I just jill myself until I squirt all over the smirk on your face.”

I started to laugh. “Oh, you really are a brat. I just may have to spank you for being such a smartass.”

She sprawled over my knees and shook her ass at me. I leaned over and licked down her crack to her little star. Rimming it and slobbering all over her cheeks, I sat back and brought my open palm down. I smacked her hard enough to feel the sting. Then I leaned over and licked her flushed cheeks. “I think from now on, you’re going to have to give me a little more respect if you want more of the cock that’s pushing against your hungry clit.”

“Or what will you do?”

Smack! My palm came down again, harder this time. Her cheeks were getting rosy red. I smacked her again, and this time, even harder. Her cheeks were red enough. I licked her cheeks very tenderly. Her slit had captured the head of my cock and she was pushing against me. I gently laid her on her stomach. Smack! One more for good luck. I squeezed her red cheeks. I reached into the nightstand and got some skin cream which I liberally applied to each of her buttocks. Lifting her by her hips, I slipped me cock into her very hot pocket. At the same time, I massaged her ass and soothed her redness. She was pumping against me but I knew this wouldn’t get her off. I eased out of her and lay on my back. She smiled and slid her legs over my hips, and as she moved up my chest, the aroma of her wetness was intoxicating.

“I’m sorry. I was a bad girl. I won’t be bad again but if I am, you’ll have to punish me again. But, to tell you the truth, right now, my pussy has the power. I can force you to eat Escort Şerifali me.” She sank down on my face and rubbed her soaking groin over my face. I grabbed her cheeks hard and pulled her onto my lips. I began literally “eating” her; I was making chewing sounds and sucking her labia and clit hood. And she was delicious. After a series of sensual moans, she slid back down and impaled herself on my shaft. We got into a hard, piston-like rhythm. She was grinding and grunting and, I surmised, was in the throes of a powerful orgasm. I was right. No sooner had that thought occurred to me when I suddenly felt flooded. She lifted up and squirted down, splashing me up to my chest. Honestly, at first, I was surprised. A moment later, I felt good and dirty and feral. I pulled her back down on my cock. With her squeezing and manipulating her muscles, I soon sprayed my jizz somewhere up the lazy river. I must have shot a liter, at least, that’s what it felt like.

I wasn’t through with my bad girl. I pulled her off my dick and pushed my face into her little quim. She loved it. She was bearing down on my chin while our juices flowed out of her. I could feel her clit rubbing and wiggling against my stubble. I reached my tongue in deeper and licked at her walls. She shook and slowly relaxed. I pulled off me and we lie, exhausted on the bed. I leaned over her lips and we spent the next ten minutes licking our mouths, inside and out, cleaning all our combined juices.

The phone dinged. I had a message. I reached over and saw that it was Jay and Janice. Beth pressed it.

“We love your pictures. Do you guys ever cam?”

I looked at Beth. “I’ve never cammed, have you? I mean, I’ve watched some…”

“Yeah, I’ve cammed. I used to cam with one of my girlfriends.” She got out of bed and got her laptop. She plugged in a camera, attached it to the top of the screen and opened the software. Within moments, we had a color image of ourselves looking back at us. “There. It helps to know how to Zoom, too.”

She typed back. “What address to cam? We’re set up.”

She turned to me, “This could be fun.”

“I don’t know. It could be stupid. We can always meet them in person. I mean, they live nearby.”

“Let’s get silly. What else interesting do you have to do?”

They texted back a web address and a password. Beth entered it and adjusted the camera. In moments, we had Jay and Janice saying hello.

Beth asked, “Where are you?”

Janice replied, “In bed. We looked at your pictures and we jumped on each other. Where are you?”

“Also in bed.” She widened out the view to take in both of us nude. “We just had one hellova roll, too!”

Janice widened their shot, too, revealing her big chest and Jay’s limp dick. “Now, that’s better,” she said. “Do you love sex as much as we do?”

“Indeed, we do. Am I to understand that you folks are bi, too?” asked Beth.

“Oh, yes. Both of us are pretty free. Whatever feels good, you know?”

“So, why are we sitting in separate bedrooms and talking about this. Why aren’t we all in one room playing? I think this camming thing is stupid.” I said.

“I don’t know and I kind of agree with you. We live in The Springs complex off eightieth street. It’s around the back, on the lake, number thirty-five. Come over now.”

“Oh, that’s pretty close to us. We just about five minutes away from you.”

“Come join us. And bring some party favors, would you? We’re all out.”

Beth looked at me. I looked at her. “Let’s do it,” she said.

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Linda Joins Mary’s Fans

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Mike and Mary had now been enjoying each other for a few weeks, with Adrian as an occasional participant. Linda had been aware of Mary since her first time with Mike, and was happy for Mike both to enjoy her, and to help an old woman rekindle her sexual flame.

She was becoming more interested in Mary, however, since Mike appeared to be getting a lot of excitement from her. She and Mike had gone to bed one evening, when she started asking him about her.

“Mike,” she turned to him, stroking his neck, “what are you and Mary getting up to then? You seem to be getting a lot from her, and not losing interest.”

“Well, I told you she was something else! She loves everything, and seems to be getting more and more active every day. She keeps herself shaved, like a young woman, and really enjoys getting fucked, both ways, by Adrian and me. Plus, we enjoy water sports together. She usually wets herself a little when we meet. It really turns me on, and then we get into the shower. Look, why don’t you join us now. I know you’d like it, and I’m pretty sure she’d like your pussy. Who wouldn’t?”

“Mhhm, yeah, why not,” said Linda, now getting more than a bit aroused, as she mounted Mike with a vengeance and fucked him madly, “Lets invite her over. You can sound her out tomorrow. I’d like to watch you first. It’ll turn me on, mmmhm!”

When Mike went ‘shopping’ again with Mary, he mentioned Linda, and although Mary had never been with a woman, Mike told her that he and Linda had both enjoyed group sex, and she began to see that it could be something worth trying, while she was still able!

The next evening, Mary came around after dark (in case the neighbours became suspicious). Mike opened the door to her and put his arms around her. “Hi Mary you look great, and feel good,” he said, pulling her hard against his cock, which was already rising.

Linda came into the room and greeted her warmly. “Hi Mary, its nice of you to come,” she said, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. “I’ll get us some drinks. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable Gebze Escort on the sofa with Mike, and I’ll be right back.”

When Linda came back with the drinks she had changed into some sexy lingerie, and Mary liked what she saw, “Wow, you look lovely, and thats a nice scent.”

Linda sat beside her and lent over her so she could get the full fragrance from her neck and breasts. “Wow,” gasped Mary putting a hand on Linda’s thigh, “You’re gorgeous.”

Linda pulled her close and allowed her to move her hand up underneath her negligee and onto her hard pussy, while now kissing her deeply. “Mmh Mary you can do anything you want to me you know.”

Mike, who was sitting on the other side of Mary, put his hand under Mary’s skirt and felt that same delicious wetness on her knickers that he knew Mary had done deliberately for him. “Look Linda,” he said, “Mary’s been a naughty girl and wet her panties again. What will we do with her?”

Linda squeezed Mary’s cunt through the wet panties, and licked her fingers. “Mmhm, these taste so nice Mary, but I think I’ll need to get Mike to fuck you in the shower as a punishment. What do you think?”

“Mmhm OK Linda, “as long as you don’t mind your lovely husband putting his big cock into me!”

“As long as I can watch him giving you a good hard fuck, Mary,” Linda replied, “and I might just give you some of my pee at the same time – if you would like!”

“Mmh yes, Linda, that would be so nice.” Mary said, sliding her hand up Linda’s spreading legs again, and feeling for the soft wet flesh in the middle of her mound, as she licked around her mouth.

Both women now had their fingers probing each other’s cunts, tasting the delicious wetness on their fingers and feeding it to each other.

After a few minutes, Mike said it was time to visit the shower, He had put two lilos down and covered them with a waterproof sheet. Mike and Linda undressed Mary down to her panties, and then asked her to lie down. Mike lay down beside her, and pushed her legs apart. He was wearing Gebze Escort Bayan a tee shirt and tight cotton briefs with a hole to let his cock out.

As he rolled over Mary, he pulled her panties to one side and entered her smoothly. Linda watched as he fucked her, amazed at how aroused she, herself, was getting. Mike’s cock was red and glistening with precum as he forced it harder and further into Mary’s gorgeous hole. Yes, she wanted to fuck her too, and hard!

She pushed Mike’s head back a bit and knelt over Mary’s head, allowing her to lick her hard wet cunt. As Mary did so she let her pee go, filling Mary’s mouth. She straightened up and aimed the shower of steaming hot pee over Mike’s head and back. The stream soaked his tee shirt and ran down his neck, back on to Mary’s face.

Mary was in heaven as Mike fucked her hard, and his wet tee shirt and pants were clinging to her. Linda was also crazily aroused, watching Mike fucking Mary, while pissing on them both, and savouring the intimate feeling which that brought to her loins. Mary turned her head a little, to beg Linda for more pee into her mouth while stretching her hand up towards Linda’s pussy.

As Mike and Mary were now coming to a climax, Linda came down to join them, licking cum from Mary and sucking the remainder from Mike’s cock.

Finished for the moment, Linda turned on the hot shower, and all three stood naked, kissing each other, then towelled dry before they headed upstairs to bed.

Linda spoke to Mary while fondling her breasts, “Mary, that was wonderful. No wonder Mike is so happy when he comes back from you!”

“I loved it too Linda. I’ve never been with a woman before but I hope we can do more together.”

“Oh yes, “said Linda, “Come here and let me make love to you right now!” Mary joined her in bed and Linda began to kiss her all over, descending quickly to the beautiful folds of white flesh surrounding her

hard mound of pussy. “Mmmh Mary,” Linda gasped, “Give me your cunt. I want to go right into you and never come Escort Gebze out. Let me fuck you and fuck you again!”

“You can fuck me hard, Linda. Come over every day now and fuck me til I’m unconscious. I just love you up me!”

Linda skillfully teased Mary with her tongue and lips while pressing down on her thighs to open her cunt even more. With Mary as wide as she could go Linda covered her pussy with her mouth and fucked her with her eager tongue. The taste of that beautiful musty saltiness was making her own cunt so hard and wet. She wanted so much to cum but she wanted to keep going!

Mary was crying out in ecstasy, as Linda reached for her bedside drawer and took out her rampant rabbit. Carefully she applied some gel to its tip and started to penetrate Mary. The old lady had not expected it, and was now writhing underneath, as the rabbit vibrated and circled around her vagina wall. She grabbed Linda’s hand and pushed the ‘rabbit’ in and out, faster and faster, gasping with the pleasure of her tingling vagina.

Linda was now lost in her ecstasy. She pulled Mary to her, took the rabbit away and continued, pushing her hand inside Mary while she kissed her violently.

Both had almost forgotten about Mike but Linda now felt his fingers stretching her buttocks apart and the tip of his gel covered cock begin to enter her. She cried out “Yes Mike, fuck my arse, yes uhm, uhh, uhh! God yes that’s soo good oh yes!”

Mike was gaining speed and now sliding easily all the way up Linda’s arse. Linda had her wrist fully into Mary, who was moving her cunt up and down to get the most amazing thrill.

They had settled into a really smooth rhythm and each one had let go of the real world, simply feeling the moment. Gradually their senses built towards the height of their ecstasy and, as all three were crying out and gasping to one another, they came, together, Linda taking her hand back out of Mary’s cunt while Mike slipped his cock out of Linda’s gaping hole.

All three lay together in each other’s arms for a long time, until Mike got out of bed and left the two women snuggling into each other. When he returned ten minutes later the women were once again locked in a love embrace, Linda on top and Mary sucking her nipples and sliding her hand round and into Linda’s amazing crack.

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Mrs. Madison Educates Her Niece

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The Education of Susan Madison’s Niece

Chapter 1, An Unusual Request

Father Charles Dodson, the thirty year old pastor of St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, was seated at a small dining table in the rectory kitchen, waiting patiently for his lunch to be served to him. He was wearing comfortable form fitting running shorts, stylish running shoes with short socks and a loose fitting light colored t-shirt that he’d pulled up, revealing his hairless chest that was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. It was a very warm and glorious summer day, and choosing to avoid the oppressive heat that was forecast for the afternoon, the priest had gone for his daily run in the early morning.

His middle aged widowed housekeeper, Mrs. Susan Madison, was humming a tune while she watched four slices of smoked bacon gently frying in the cast iron skillet on the stove in front of her. Crispy bacon was the principle ingredient of the handsome priest’s sandwich, but chunky peanut butter and thinly sliced bananas would comprise the other ingredients, nestled between two lightly toasted slices of nutritionally challenged white bread.

She chuckled to herself, “Father Charles eats like he’s still a little boy,” as she turned the slices over in the pan.

Mrs. Madison could see that Father Charles was relaxed and in a very good mood, and she was happy for him. She considered him to be a really good man who cared deeply about his parishioners, but she also thought that he worried too much. It pleased her to see him so relaxed today.

She took a few moments to admire his well toned body. Father Charles was very attractive, and to be truthful she would describe him as “beautiful” rather than just “handsome”, and…she loved thinking about his genitals! She has seen his privates numerous times over the five years she has worked for him. Father Charles’ penis was a thing of beauty when it was fully erect, seven to eight inches long and at least two inches thick. It was perfectly straight and the skin was flawless, like it was made of flesh colored porcelain. There was a thick blue colored vein that ran two thirds of the way up his shaft. Several smaller veins branched off of it, resulting in noticeably raised ridges that she loved to feel by running the tip of her index finger or the tip of her tongue over them, and… she simply loved watching his semen spurt out of his slit when he climaxed; typically shooting out several inches through the air and then landing on his chest; but sometimes the cleric’s white cream landed on Mrs. Madison’s bountiful bosom, throat, face or hair, which gave her a sense of accomplishment.

Susan Madison and Father Charles had a very unusual relationship, not like a normal employer/employee; it has developed over the years. When he was a newly ordained priest his first assignment was as the assistant pastor at St. Joseph’s. Father George was the pastor at the time, but he was getting on in years, and the bishop thought that Father Charles might make a suitable replacement when Father George finally retired.

At that time Father Charles was tormented with guilt due to his constantly having “unclean” thoughts about women and their bodies, which led him to continually “spill his seed.” He felt powerless to stop his “disgusting” behavior, which caused him to be extremely depressed. Mrs. Madison noticed how troubled the young priest was. She confronted him one morning in his office and he reluctantly confided in her. She suggested he confess his sins to Father George and ask for forgiveness from God. He was so wracked with guilt that he felt he couldn’t confess to the elder cleric. It would simply be much too embarrassing for him to stand, but thankfully, Mrs. Madison provided a solution; she offered to hear his confession, absolve him of his sins, and give him a simple penance. She explained that the sinner is making his confession to God, and that the priest is only an observer. It is God who does the forgiving, not the priest. She also shared that she’d been hearing Father George’s confessions for years.

But her method for hearing his confession was a tad unusual, in that she required Father Charles to be nude when he told her his sins, as this made him less inhibited and broke down his resistance, which resulted in a more heart felt and honest confession. For his first penance, besides the usual prayers, Mrs. Madison ordered him to wear her soiled white cotton panties for a week, and this was when he first discovered he had a fetish for woman’s underwear! Since then he’d been wearing panties every day. He felt extremely fortunate and grateful for having her in his life. He knew he could tell her all his secret thoughts and desires, no matter how unusual or disgusting they were, and that she wouldn’t judge him; she would love and admire him unconditionally.

The priest was daydreaming, staring straight ahead and not really focusing on anything in particular, with a contented smile on his face. Kartal Escort Mrs. Madison thought it might be fun to tease him a bit. The bacon was cooked perfectly and she placed it carefully on a paper towel to drain the grease. Then she grabbed a ripe banana from the fruit basket on the counter top and placed it on a cutting board. As she was reaching for a French knife she “accidentally” knocked the banana off the cutting board and onto the floor. She reached down to retrieve it and moaned weakly while bending over, as if her back was troubling her, but this was not the case. Her movements were meant to attract Father Charles’ attention, and his eyes were automatically drawn to her pleasingly wide bottom.

Mrs. Madison was well aware that Father Charles could see her stocking tops, but she wanted to push the limits of propriety a bit further, and placed one hand on the small of her back and rubbed it as if to ease her pain. Then she casually lifted the hem of her housedress past her buttocks revealing the backside of her white cotton panties, while slowly separating her thighs. She wanted her priest to have a full view of her panty gusset

Father Charles leaned forward so he could blatantly ogle his housekeeper’s fat ass, and felt his penis stirring to life inside his pretty panties. He could smell the dampness wafting from Mrs. Madison’s panty crotch. She held this most unladylike position for a full minute while making a few feeble attempts to retrieve the piece of fruit, knowing full well that the priest would be unable to look away. After what she deemed a sufficient amount of time to arouse her employer’s interest, and his penis to its fully erect state, she looked over her shoulder and smiled mischievously at him.

As she lewdly shook her buttocks she looked him in the eye, “You men are such simple creatures. Throw them a bone and you can make them do anything you want. Isn’t that right, Father Charles”?

Now it was Mrs. Madison who was staring…at the growing bulge in the priest’s running shorts!

Father Charles looked down at his crotch and hastily crossed his legs, while at the same time his cheeks turned a pretty shade of red from embarrassment.

He looked back at her and smiled sheepishly, “Of course you’re right as usual, Mrs. Madison…”

She gave him a stern look.

He stammered, “I mean…um…Auntie Susan?

Her warm smile returned, “That’s better. When we have our special ‘alone time’ I want you to think of me as your favorite auntie, Charley my boy,” as she reached down with her hand and rubbed her finger tips up and down the length of his swollen shaft through the thin material of his running shorts. After a few more seconds of sensuously rubbing his member, she pulled her hand away. Father Charles could not hide his disappointment, which only amused his housekeeper even more.

She kissed him lightly on the lips, “There, there, don’t pout, dear” and returned to assembling his sandwich.

As she set his lunch down in front of him she whispered in his ear, “I know you so well Charles, and what you really need,” and then she licked his lips lightly with the tip of her tongue!

Just as Father Charles started to respond to her tongue in earnest, the telephone in the living room rang.

Mrs. Madison pulled away, “I’ll get that, dear. Sit here and eat your lunch like a good boy”

Seconds later he heard Mrs. Madison’s voice coming from the living room, “St Joseph’s Catholic Church. This is Susan Madison, how may I help you?”

For the next ten minutes Father Charles was unable to discern the flow of the conversation, as Mrs. Madison was only whispering and giggling over the phone. But…he had a suspicious feeling she was talking about him! But after a bit his thoughts started to wander elsewhere, that is…about his housekeeper’s nipples and how he loved sucking on them.

After the call ended she reentered the kitchen, and Mrs. Madison immediately noticed that Father Charles looked odd, because he wasn’t making eye contact with her, and he was struggling with a mouthful of food. She just stood there calmly watching him, and after a few seconds the priest began to blush.

She broke the silence, “Are you enjoying your sandwich?”

He smiled back at her meekly and continued chewing. She reached down and pulled the napkin from his lap, revealing a very prominent wet spot in the front of his running shorts. She took her time examining his erection. She couldn’t tell for sure, but she thought she saw his penis throbbing a bit beneath the thin fabric.

She smiled mischievously, “Oh, you silly boy,” as she took the chair next to his and sat down. The priest knew exactly what she wanted and rotated his chair so that he faced her directly, with their knees touching. Mrs. Madison pulled the hem of her dress up to the top of her thighs and spread her legs apart, so her panty covered crotch was clearly visible to her priest. Then she leaned forward and forcefully yanked Kartal Escort Bayan his running shorts down to his ankles. She wiggled one finger inside the leg opening of his panties and snaked her index finger up the length of his shaft. She smiled mischievously at him as she scratched the very sensitive spot just below the head with her fingernail, causing the priest to close his eyes and moan.

“Oh fuck Auntie. That feels so nice…yes…oh fuck…yes…right there, that’s the spot…oh my god!”

She whispered in his ear, “Are you going to cum, you little shit?”

He looked back at her and whispered, “It won’t take long.”

Again she whispered in his ear, “I don’t want you to cum yet, dear. There’s something important that we need to discuss first.”

She wrapped her fingers tightly around his ball sack and squeezed, gently at first but she steadily increased the pressure. Father Charles knew the rules of this game and that Mrs. Madison always won. Immediately his erection began to wilt, and then she pulled her hand out of Father Charles’ panties.

Of course he was disappointed by this missed opportunity for an orgasm, but he trusted this woman completely. He knew she would eventually be kind to him and give him his orgasm at a time of her choosing, and…it would be worth the wait!

“What’s this about, Auntie?”

“I was just talking with my niece, Amber, on the phone, and she told me about a problem she’s having, and she’s asked for my help. It’s nothing too serious. Amber is my favorite niece. I’m very fond of her; I try to help her whenever I can”.

“You’re a good woman, Susan. I’m sure Amber appreciates everything you do for her. Please tell me about this problem that she needs your help with”.

“Well Charles, like I said, it’s not really a serious problem. Amber now has her first real boyfriend and he has asked her to marry him!”

“Well, that is good news. That doesn’t seem like a problem to me, Susan”.

“Here’s the issue, Father, Amber has asked me to teach her about sex. You see Charles, she’s a virgin and she doesn’t know a single thing about men and their bodies, or how to please them. She’s not comfortable asking her mother about this. Her Father passed away when she was very young, and she has no brothers or male cousins, so she’s never even seen a man’s genitals, only in pictures. She very much wants her relationship with her future husband to progress naturally, and she knows that at some point sex will be an important part of it.”

There was an intense look on Mrs. Madison’s face, “I’m going to teach Amber about men’s bodies, and I will require your assistance, Charles.”

She looked directly into his eyes, “What this means, Charles, is that I’m going to use your body to explain male anatomy to Amber.”

Father Charles had a confused look on his face, and was about to protest, but before he could utter a syllable Mrs. Madison leaned over and took the head of his cock into her mouth, lewdly swirling the tip of her tongue over the crown. The priest’s penis began to throb inside her warm mouth.

“Oh god, thank… you… Auntie!! Ahhhhhhh!”

A minute later, Mrs. Madison pulled her mouth off of her priest’s shrinking cock, swallowed his gooey semen in one gulp, and lewdly smacked her lips. As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand she chuckled, “That was lovely, dear!”

They took a bit of time to sort themselves out, and then Mrs. Madison made them some relaxing herbal tea. They settled in Father Charles’ office, which was near the front door of the rectory. Father Charles sat behind his desk, and Mrs. Madison sat in one of the two comfortable armchairs designated for visitors.

Father Charles was feeling a bit agitated, as he wasn’t sure how this meeting with Amber would proceed. As he gently blew on his tea to cool it, he looked over the edge of his cup at Mrs. Madison. She had a serious look on her face and was thinking intently.

“Is everything ok, Susan?”

She stirred her tea for a bit, formulating her thoughts.

“How do you feel about helping my niece with her problem?”

The priest snapped to attention, thinking about how his housekeeper intended to use his body to explain male anatomy to a young woman whom he’d never met. The thought of that intimidated him. He knew he was an attractive man, but he still had some insecurity about a few minor imperfections. But for Father Charles the main drawback was that morally and ethically he felt conflicted. How could he allow an innocent young woman to examine his body? Would she be touching his body as well as looking at it? And… as a Catholic priest and a respected man of the community, what would people think, and then say about him if they found out? What if the bishop found out about it? This thought absolutely terrified him!

The priest looked into his housekeeper’s eyes. She appeared calm and in control; Father Charles felt the opposite.

“I have misgivings about Escort Kartal this plan of yours, Susan. I believe it would be a grave sin for me to participate. Catholic priests are not permitted to be intimate with women, or men. It would be a grave sin for me.”

“I thought you might say that, Charles. You’re not thinking this all the way through. I want you to hear me out, and think about what I’m about to tell you. Will you do that for me?”

“Of course I will Susan, you know I respect your opinions on any subject, but don’t you agree that this would be a sin?”

Again she looked back at him calmly, “Is it a sin for a priest to help a member of his congregation? No, of course not, that is his job. A good marriage is a blessing from God. I am so grateful for the short time I had with my late husband Harold. I am ever so grateful for the times I shared with him. I want that for Amber too. She’s a good girl, and I fully intend to help her. There are things she needs to know about marriage, and being intimate with her husband. Sex is very important in a marriage, it’s the glue that holds it together.”

“I understand what you’re saying Susan, but…”

“You will be doing God’s work by helping Amber with her problem, Father Charles.”

She gave him a warm smile. “I want you to trust me on this, please?”

He knew he’d lost this battle, “If you say so Susan, I’ll do my best.”

“You’re a sweet man. I’ll have to do something very special to reward you.”

Father Charles knew the matter was settled.

Chapter 2, Father Charles Meets Mrs. Madison’s Niece

The next day Mrs. Madison called her niece back, and they agreed to meet in person the following Monday at 10:00 am in the parish rectory. Monday is usually a slow day regarding the business of the church, and Father Charles considered Monday to be his “unofficial” day off. Mrs. Madison had given the priest instructions on what he was to wear, his standard cleric’s black suit, a black long sleeve dress shirt and his stiff white cleric’s collar. She also told him to bathe that morning and to shave his face and, “down there”. She also instructed him to wear a very pretty pink satin panty that she’d given to him as a present for his last birthday. She wanted him to make a good impression on her niece when they met for the first time.

A little before ten o’clock, as they waited in the living room, Mrs. Madison addressed Father Charles, “I’m not really sure how things will go today. I think we should improvise and see how it plays out.”

The priest responded, “That seems sensible. We really have no idea how this will go, but I really hope we’re able to help your niece. If we get on, I’m hoping she’ll eventually become a member of our St. Joseph’s community. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, Susan?”

She gave him a warm smile, “That would be wonderful Charles. Just think, maybe someday Amber will bring her children to St. Joseph’s as well, if we’re successful in helping her with her problem.”

Mrs. Madison stood up and headed towards the kitchen, “I’ll make coffee, and I’ll bring a tray of those short bread cookies that you like so much.”

Father Charles checked his watch, “Well, if she’s on time she should be here in about ten minutes.”

Nine minutes later the priest heard the doorbell.

Mrs. Madison called out from the kitchen, “Can you let Amber in, Charles? I’m just pouring our coffee now.”

The priest opened the front door. He was surprised when he saw Amber for the first time. Well, “surprised” really didn’t accurately describe his reaction… he was gobsmacked! Amber was a stunningly beautiful, twenty-five year old, nearly six feet tall, a very healthy physique, shoulder length flaming red hair, and a very impressive bust. Father Charles thought to himself, “Oh Jesus, 38DD…at the very least!” She was wearing a shiny black leather skirt with the hem three inches above her knees, and a white long sleeve satin blouse made of a slightly transparent material; the priest could see the outline of Amber’s lacey white bra under her blouse. He assumed the bra to be unlined, as Amber’s nipples protruded nicely through the material. She also had on stylish black leather boots that came to mid calf. She was a stunningly beautiful young woman, and a thought came into his mind; it was difficult to believe that she was still a virgin. He just stood in the doorway, too stunned to speak.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, the young woman gave him a radiant smile and extended her hand, “Hi Father Charles. I’m Amber Shelby. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Father Charles continued to stare back at this beautiful young woman, unable to speak. Mrs. Madison entered the living room carrying a serving tray with three cups of coffee and several cookies arranged neatly on a silver serving tray.

“Don’t be rude, Father. Please invite our guest inside.”

The priest attempted to regain his composure, “Oh, I’m sorry Amber. I was expecting you to look a bit like your aunt Susan…I mean…I didn’t expect your red hair, and how tall you are…I mean…uh…um…”

Mrs. Madison put the serving tray down on an end table, and then gave her niece a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

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(P)rick Pt. 02

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I never intended to write a follow-up to my “(P)Rick story, but a recent message from a recent reader asking for one was enough to inspire the following. I actually have more to write, but I guess that will have to wait for Part III.”

*

Kristin’s heart pounded in her chest as she walked across the plaza toward’s Miami’s Panorama Tower. She had been dreading this trip for weeks. Rick, or “(P)Rick,” as she most often refers to him, will be at this morning’s meeting. She’d be presenting a communications proposal to one of the many nonprofit organizations overseen by a multinational firm. For Kristin, the meeting was an opportunity of a lifetime; the last thing she wanted was for (P)Rick to be there, but he was a high-level executive in the firm’s communications department.

She met Rick for the first time on her last trip to Miami a couple of months ago. Kristin found him to be a stellar communications executive with an impressive network of important contacts but soon discovered how overwhelmingly arrogant he was around her. To her and most other women, Rick acted like he was God’s greatest gift to humanity. It didn’t help that Rick’s wavy blond hair and tanned surfer’s body made him one of the sexiest men she had ever met.

Kristin was afraid to admit it, but Rick completely turned her on in a way no other man has. She hated it because he was such an asshole to her otherwise, but she couldn’t deny it. Rick somehow knew her secret and seduced her in her hotel room on the pretense that he was meeting her for a business meeting over dinner.

Whenever her mind wanders back to that night, shame washes over her because she allowed that arrogant prick to put his dick in all of her holes. Not that she didn’t enjoy it, but she hadn’t given her ass to her husband until their honeymoon. The sense of shame she felt always took a back seat to how wet she would get revisiting those memories.

If letting Rick have her body wasn’t bad enough, Kristin’s husband, Dave, watched the whole thing over Zoom on his laptop in their Virginia home. She had been telling Dave how much she hated Rick just before Rick knocked on her hotel room door. Kristin thought she had closed the Zoom connection with her husband, but she didn’t and later discovered that Dave jerked off while watching Rick have his every way with her.

When she returned to Virginia, the couple had several arguments about what happened between Kristin and Rick. But they also had some of the hottest sex of their 10-year marriage. Dave fucked her every day since. It was as if he wanted to reclaim ownership over Kristin’s body. He also hasn’t been able to keep his mouth off of her. Dave’s tongue would probe so deeply that Kristin thought he was trying to taste what Rick had left behind.

Now, here she was again, back in Miami. Hoping on one hand just to land the job without having to deal with (P)Rick while on the other hoping to feel and taste his extraordinary cock again.

As she neared the Panorama’s bank of front doors, Kristin stumbled on her high heels, startled to see Rick opening a heavy glass door to greet her.

“Whoa! Careful there,” he said with a broad smile on his face. “It’s so great to see you again, even if you’re a little underdressed for the occasion.”

Kristin stared at him with open-mouthed astonishment at his insult. She had taken great care in her appearance today, wearing a black tailored pantsuit with sensible but attractive leather heels. Her silky, white collared blouse was buttoned appropriately for the occasion. But, she didn’t dare to admit to Rick that she had also put on her sexiest pair of black bra and panties. Part of her hoped he would find out on his own.

“Isn’t it a little early to be an asshole, Rick?” Kristin shot back. “I mean, it’s barely 9 a.m., and you’re already in full bloom.”

“OUCH! Someone’s in a mood this morning,” he replied, still maintaining his toothy smile.

“The only thing I am is focused on this meeting going well,” Kristin snapped. “I don’t need you fucking this up for me.”

Rick stepped out of the open door and placed a hand on Kristin’s arm. “Hey, Kristin. Seriously, I want this to go well for you, and I’m here to help you in any way I can.”

It was the way he said those last four words while squeezing her arm that sent the memory of his cock sliding into her pussy, flashing through her mind. Her nipples hardened immediately, and she felt a dampness between her legs.

Kristin blushed and pushed Rick’s hand away from her arm. “I won’t be needing any of your help this trip. ANY of your help. Dave is waiting back at the hotel for me.”

Still smiling, Rick opened the door for her. “This is going to be fun.”

Blowing out an exasperated breath, Kristin allowed Rick to lead her to a bank of elevators. They were the first to enter the next available elevator, but a small crowd quickly followed them. Kristin and Rick were pushed back into a corner of the cramped elevator. Kristin’s face reddened when she felt her ass come into Kaynarca Escort contact with Rick’s lower body.

“Could you hit the button for 85?” Rick asked the man standing nearest the control panel.

Several people looked over at Rick with wide eyes. “Don’t you people have your own express elevator?” one of them asked.

“We do, but we’ve got time to kill,” Rick replied.

With irritation spreading across her face, Kristin looked over her shoulder at Rick. “What are you doing?” she mouthed.

“Relax,” he said. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

The elevator doors closed before Kristin could protest. As they started traveling upward, Kristin felt Rick’s right hand snake around her hip and deftly unhook her pants. She grabbed his hand in hers when he went for her zipper.

“Easy,” he whispered into her ear. “I just want to help you blow off some steam before your big presentation.”

Kristin kept her hand on his but didn’t stop him from lowering her zipper just enough so that he could move his hand into the waistband of her skimpy panties. She felt electricity scorch up her spine when his fingertips grazed her already wet crease.

The elevator dinged loudly in Kristin’s ears when it stopped at another floor to let people off. She took her hand off his to bring her briefcase in front of her, shielding what Rick was doing to her. It didn’t register to her that the elevator was too cramped for anyone to pay attention to what was currently happening in her pants.

Rick pulled Kristin’s body tight against his. Kristin felt the outline of his cock in the cleft of her ass and blew out a quiet ragged breath between her tight lips. Rick’s forefinger circled her clit while his others lightly played with her wet folds.

Kristin could feel Rick’s smile as she tried to keep her body from squirming against his. It didn’t help that she could feel his cock growing hard. Her face reddened when several people turned to look at her after a small gasp escaped from her lips.

“Sorry,” she said quietly. “Kind of got lost in thought for a second.”

The people smiled and turned away while Rick gave her clit a painfully sweet pinch that made Kristin raise up on her toes.

By the 15th floor, Kristin struggled to fight off the tremors of her first orgasm. Rick rubbed her clit furiously when the doors opened, offloading a couple of passengers. Kristin bit her lip to keep from crying out as the waves of pleasure cascaded through her groin. As her orgasm subsided, she pulled her jacket tighter in an attempt to hide her fully engorged nipples that were straining against the silky fabric of her blouse.

As the elevator resumed travel, Rick plunged two fingers into Kristin’s pussy and began thrusting them in and out of her. She was getting so wet that she feared it would be like she pissed her pants by the time the elevator ride was over. They had only reached the 19th floor when her next orgasm hit. Kristin had to turn a pleasured moan into a slight cough to mask what she was experiencing.

It took several minutes for the elevator to reach the 70th floor and unload the last of its passengers. Kristin had lost count of her orgasms and was standing on quivering, unsteady legs. She dropped her briefcase to the floor with a bang and clutched Rick’s thighs with her fingers as he rubbed her swollen clit.

The last man to exit the elevator turned to look back at the sound of the briefcase hitting the floor. His eyes went wide, and his mouth hung open at the sight of Kristin grinding herself against Rick while his right hand played in her pants.

Rick grabbed one of Kristin’s tits in his free hand and gave the man standing at the elevator doors a salacious wink before the doors closed. As the elevator started up once again, Rick used his body to push Kristin over to the doors.

Kristin threw her hands up against the doors like she was being arrested. Alone in the elevator, she felt free to voice her ecstasy. Her moans echoed around the small space encouraging Rick to increase his efforts. Rick released the top two buttons of her blouse and slid his hand between her tit flesh and lacy bra, taking hold of the hard pink nipple hidden there.

He gave her one last body-shaking orgasm before pulling his hands off her and spinning her around to face him. Kristin’s hair hung in her face, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

Rick reached over and pressed the elevator stop button with a wet finger leaving a shiny smudge behind.

“What are you doing?” Kristin asked through ragged breaths.

“These floors are under renovation, so I’m taking the opportunity to stop the elevator so you can return the favor,” he said in a cheerful tone.

When Kristin didn’t move, he stuck two of his pussy-slicked fingers into Kristin’s open mouth and began sliding them back and forth over her little pink tongue. The familiar taste of her pussy flooded her senses. Her lips wrapped instinctively around his fingers, and her Kaynarca Escort Bayan hands grasped his arm as he finger fucked her mouth.

Kristin’s eyes locked on Rick’s when she whimpered around his fingers. She blushed at the sight of his dirty smile. She was once again putty in his hands. Kristin loved and hated the feeling. Try as she might, she couldn’t understand why he could take control of her so quickly. She had sworn to herself that this trip would be different, and that’s why she brought her husband along. Dave was supposed to be her protection from Rick’s effect on her. Obviously, that plan didn’t work.

“As I was saying,” Rick continued, pulling his fingers from her mouth. “I think now’s a good time for you to return the favor.”

Kristin allowed Rick to push her down into a squatting position. Her knees spread, hugging Rick’s legs between hers. When she reached for his pants, Rick swatted Kristin’s hands away and then pushed her head against the elevator doors. He unzipped himself and pulled out his impressive cock. Its head was already shiny and wet with precum.

Holding it in his hand, Rick aimed it at Kristin’s face. “Open your mouth.”

Kristin readily complied. Her mouth watered at the memory of his taste.

Rick took a step forward and guided his cock into Kristin’s mouth. He had her pinned between his body and the doors. Placing one hand on the door and the other on top of her head, Rick began a slow thrust into Kristin’s face. He smiled as she moaned around his cock. He took an obscene pleasure when he hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Rick remained in place until Kristin could get used to the feeling.

Once she calmed herself, Rick began at a slow, almost gentle pace. Kristin’s hands dropped into the waistband of her still-open pants and began running her fingers along her slick, bare slit.

Rick took it slow and steady for a couple of minutes until he made a show of looking at his watch. “Would you look at the time,” he said gleefully. “We better hurry this up, or we’ll be late for your big presentation.”

Kristin’s hands flew up to Rick’s thighs as he took her head in both hands and thrust his cock in and out of her slobbering mouth. When he came, he drove his cock into the back of her throat and held it there. Her heels clattered on the floor, and her fists pummeled the elevator doors as she struggled to swallow the tidal wave of cum flooding her petite mouth.

She didn’t notice that his cock spurted one last shot when he mercifully pulled it from her gasping mouth. Rick did but said nothing.

Rick looked down at Kristin with deep satisfaction as he put his cock away and zipped up his pants. “I’d say you got about 45 seconds to put yourself back together before these doors open up on our floor,” he said mischievously as he pressed the start button.

Kristin stared daggers into his eyes as she shot up and furiously began tucking her shirt back in. “You’re a real son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed.

“I know,” he said sarcastically, “Isn’t it fun.”

She was rebuttoning her blouse when the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened to reveal a young dark-haired woman patiently waiting for them to arrive.

“Is everything ok? She asked. “It looked like the elevator stopped for a while.”

“We’re all good, Daphne,” Rick replied. “I took the opportunity to show our guest our new offices. Now, Daphne, if you would be so kind as to escort Kristin to the restroom, I think she would enjoy the chance to freshen up before the meeting.”

“She does look a little flushed. Are you feeling ok?” Daphne asked Kristin.

“I’m fine,” Kristin stammered. “I’m afraid I’m just not used to this Miami heat yet.”

“It was probably because she was stuck in the elevator with me,” Rick quipped.

Rolling her eyes, Daphne reached out to shake Kristin’s hand and said, “hi, I’m Rick’s assistant. Please follow me.”

Kristin shot Rick one last dirty look before following the shapely young woman down the hall. Daphne was wearing a sleeveless tight-fitting scarlet red blouse and an equally tight-fitting charcoal gray pencil skirt. Her outfit was professional but did nothing to conceal her ample curves. Her high heels showed off her toned, tanned legs.

Rick’s assistant stood by as Kristin straightened herself out in front of a large vanity mirror. She put her hair back in place, smoothed out her clothes and reapplied her lipstick, all under the watchful gaze of Daphne.

“Have you met (P)Rick before?” Daphne asked.

Kristin turned towards her, shocked at hearing the assistant refer to her boss in such a way.

“Please, you don’t think you’re the only one who calls him that?” Daphne asked with a playful smile.

“I did know that since I heard it from other women I met when I was down here a few weeks ago,” Kristin replied quietly. “I’m just surprised to hear you call him that.”

Daphne squinted as she reached out to wipe at something on Kristin’s cheek. Kristin was horrified Escort Kaynarca to see semen on Daphne’s fingers.

“We all know he’s a prick, but we all also know he’s got a great prick, and he knows how to use it,” Daphne said before sucking her fingers into her mouth. “And he tastes so good. Don’t you think?”

Jealously flared in Kristin’s eyes upon the realization that Rick had clearly been fucking his assistant.

“Come on now, don’t be mad. You are just one of many of the conquests he’s had in this building,” Daphne said teasingly. “The only women who haven’t had Rick’s cock in their mouth are the old bitties, and I bet most of them wish they had. I wouldn’t be surprised if he hasn’t fucked at least one or two of the better-looking ones.”

Kristin giggled at the joke and felt an easy kinship between her and the young woman. “He’s just a lot, you know? One minute I hate him, and the next, I want his cock up my ass.”

“Girl, I know exactly what you mean,” Daphne said as she took Kristin’s hand and led her back into the hall. “For what it’s worth, I would have loved to watch what you two got up to in the elevator.”

Kristin smiled as she entertained the thought inside of her head.

Rick stood next to Kristin in the conference room as he introduced her to the room. He placed a hand on the top of her back as he spoke, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my extreme pleasure to introduce you to Kristin Grace.” His hand slid down to the top of her buttocks, giving her a gentle and encouraging pat. “She’s one special lady who loves to give.”

Kristin hoped that her face didn’t betray how Rick’s innuendo made her feel. “Thank you, Pr… Rick, for the warm introduction.”

She watched Rick take a seat at the end of the long table, where he leaned over and whispered something to a ruggedly handsome man next to him. Whatever he said made them both chuckle while looking back at her. Daggers formed in her eyes again, and Kristin cleared her throat and looked away from Rick before beginning her presentation.

After the meeting, Rick led Kristin back to his large corner office. The far end was made of a bank of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking downtown Miami. The sunshine streaming through them warmed Kristin and encouraged the triumphant feeling she had after delivering her pitch to the board.

“Well, I think that went as well as could be expected,” Rick said a little flatly. Seeing Kristin’s hurt look, he continued. “I’M TEASING! You did great! They loved you!”

Kristin allowed Rick to give her a little congratulatory hug. “I think we should celebrate. What do you think?” he asked.

“Thanks, but Dave is waiting for me at the hotel. We’re were planning to spend the rest of the day at the beach,” she said. “After this morning, I think that will be the only celebrating I need.”

“Ok,” Rick replied, disappointed. “At least have a drink with me.” Kristin started to protest, but he continued, “what’s the harm in one small drink? You deserve it for all of your work this morning.”

Kristin let herself smile at Rick’s less-than-subtle innuendo. “Ok, but just one drink, and that’s it for me and you for the rest of the time I’m in Miami.”

Rick made a show of pouting his lips. “Sure. Whatever.” He reached for the intercom button on his desk. “Daphne, will you please come and fix us some drinks?”

“Right away, sir,” the intercom crackled in reply.

“I hope you like martinis,” Rick said to Kristin. “She makes a killer martini.”

Daphne’s martini is definitely killer, Kristin thought to herself as she stood at the massive windows with Rick while they surveyed the downtown landscape and made small talk. She had taken her jacket off and laid it over an office chair at a small conference table near the windows. Basking in the sun’s late morning glow and still feeling good about her presentation, Kristin forgot about Rick’s assistant until she spoke up again.

“Sir, is there any other service I can provide?” Daphne asked.

Rick and Kristin turned towards his assistant. Rick’s broad smile returned while Kristin’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Daphne was wearing nothing but her heels and a charming smile.

“What the fuck, Rick?!” Kristin rasped.

“I thought you deserved a little reward for putting together such a fantastic presentation this morning,” Rick answered. “And I can think of no better reward than having Daphne’s face between your legs.”

In response to Rick’s lewd comment, Daphne clasped her hands behind her back and hopped slightly onto her toes, causing her ample C-cup-tanned tits to bounce exquisitely. She looked absolutely giddy at the prospect of shoving her tongue into Kristin’s womanhood.

“I told you my husband is waiting for me, Rick,” Kristin snapped. “What happened between us this morning is the absolute last time. While I appreciate Daphne’s… hotness… I don’t go that way.”

“No offense,” she added to Daphne.

“None taken,” the young woman smiled. Daphne couldn’t help but notice that Kristin’s eyes never left her firm breasts.

Taking Kristin’s empty martini glass and placing it on the desk alongside his, Rick took her by the hand and led her to a dark leather chair in the far corner of the room. He gave Daphne a conspiratorial wink as they walked by.

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I just got back from work. For more than two years I have been a literature teacher in secondary schools for adults. A bummer. His silly jokes, his lascivious looks… All the time I feel that I am naked with my gaze. That in their thoughts they touch me, bite me, do things to me that I love. Things that will surely never be fulfilled in reality. But luckily, no one can watch me in my imagination.

There I see myself, surrounded by boys and girls from eighteen, nineteen, to twenty-three. We are all naked, but they only have eyes for me. I am his queen, his goddess, his greatest desire. And I take advantage. I seduce them by just existing. His hands roam my body like hungry and dangerous snakes. I approach the one who seems to be more shy. I take her hand and lead to my breasts. He squeezes them, first, with fear. When he comes into confidence and squeezes them harder, I force him to suck them. He doesn’t know how to do it, which gives me a lot of tenderness. I feel like many hands start to take over my body. They touch, squeeze, scratch. An eighteen-year-old blonde, with clear eyes and a model’s body, approaches me looking at me intensely. I take it for the never and drag it to my mouth. Suadiye Escort We kiss as I slide my free hand into her youthful, moist pussy. My other hand has been busy masturbating a sizable dick for a while. I’m too hot.

I feel how several hands take over my pussy. I cannot anymore. I need to eat a good cock. Or several. That’s why I organize the boys to stand around me while I kneel. From that position, all the cocks look huge and delicious. I try one by one, staying longer with the ones that fill my mouth the most. To the side, the girls kiss and touch each other. It looks like a scene detached from hell itself. I lie down on the floor and open my legs. The moisture in my pussy makes it look like an irresistible delicacy. I point to one of my students. He knows what I want. He drops to his knees and penetrates me with one blow. He hurts me, but he loves me. He begins to move inside me with more and more violence. I feel like his cock explodes inside me. As a new cock enters my insatiable cunt, one of the girls sits on my face and I start sucking her cunt. I feel like he cums all over me several times, which drives me crazy. After the fourth student fills my cunt with Suadiye Escort Bayan cum, I decide that I want to be her subject. I get on all fours, waiting for a good cock. But not just one arrives, but two.

The first cock fills my completely soaked pussy, but the second one makes me delirious with pleasure. She enters my ass with tremendous violence, which makes me explode in a cascade of continuous orgasms. My face is against the ground, my tits feel the cold of the surface. Someone teases me forcing me to suck his dick. Someone else imitates him. I have two cocks in my mouth, one in my pussy and one in my ass. I feel like I’m in a beautiful book between heaven and hell. Around me everything is a delirium. Several girls are penetrated in all their holes, it’s as if more and more people were in the room. The moans and insults fill the whole place. It is impossible to know where a body begins and where it ends. I cum countless times, while the cocks enter a hole and pass to others without any order. I’m exhausted, but my desire for pleasure is stronger than my sanity. When I come to my senses a little, I’m on my knees, with five of my students preparing to unload Escort Suadiye a huge dose of cum on my face. I open my mouth wide, while one of the girls, from behind, kisses my neck and violently masturbates my pussy. The first, the second, and so on, all of them finish, depositing their semen on my face, in my mouth, in my eyes, on my tits, drowning me in the most delicious juice of life.

I wake up lying on the couch, totally wet and with my tits in the air. My nipples so hard they hurt. The fantasy was beautiful, but I need more. I start touching my pussy harder and harder. I think of my students, yes, but I also think of you, who are reading this. I think about you reading to me while you masturbate. I want you to imagine that your hand is my mouth, my pussy or my ass. I want you to feel that you are fucking me, that I am blowing you like nobody else. I imagine that your cock is my hand, that’s why I masturbate with more and more force. Hold on, hold on a little longer. Keep fucking me like this, yeah, keep going, don’t stop. Can’t you resist anymore? Me neither. Come on, hurry up, give me more strength. Give it like this Download. Throw all that where you want. Fill my cunt with cum, burst inside my ass, drown me. Finish and force me to finish you… it was tremendous. I cannot feel my legs. I feel a hell of heat and tremors in my pussy. I feel the milk of my student’s mix with yours and I despair. I despair that our meeting will one day come true.

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Cruise Slut 08: Last Day

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Sir wasn’t in bed when Reggie came to get me. I was prepared as usual, scrubbed and cleaned out, but then the routine changed. Instead of dragging me in for the morning gang fuck, he had me put on makeup. Not too whorish, but red lips and lots of cheap mascara. My dark hair was dry now, loose around my shoulders.

When I was made up, but still naked, Reggie looked at me sternly.

“No crew right now. There are other men coming. Answer the door. Spread your legs. Shut your mouth – no talking, no screaming.”

Um. OK. And then there was a knock at the door. Reggie gestured with his chin that I should open it. I guess on a sex cruise I shouldn’t have worried about opening the door totally naked, but it gave me pause.

A very large man stood there, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, bearded, lots of tattoos peeking out from his white wife beater and shorts.

He moved into the room and I let him come in. I closed the door behind him and waited. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the bedroom, all the way up on the bed. Damn that hurt, but I was immediately turned on by how forceful he was. He flipped me on my back and before I knew it, he had me pinned to the bed, his big hands pressing down on my wrists. He looked into my eyes with the most predatory stare I’d ever seen. I don’t think I could have moved under the weight of just his eyes, let alone his whole body pressing down on me.

He took one hand off my wrist and covered my mouth. The other hand moved to my left nipple. He pinched and TWISTED and OUCH that hurt! I remembered Reggie saying not to scream. Or talk. I was glad this guy’s hand was smothering the screech that wanted to come out. The guy smiled and twisted the other nipple even harder. I closed my eyes, trying to process the pain.

“Open your eyes, bitch!” he demanded.

I tore my eyes open. I guess he wanted to see the pain swimming there. When my tears started making the cheap mascara run, he finally let go of the nipple. He moved that hand down and swiped between my pussy lips. His finger moved easily, I was so wet. Without warning, he plunged three fingers into my cunt and finger fucked me hard. It’s a good thing his hand was still covering my mouth. I could feel an orgasm building under his hand. But then he stopped.

“I don’t care if you cum or not, bitch. You’re just a fuckhole I’m renting for a few minutes.”

He sat up and grabbed my legs, pulling me down further on the bed. He quickly stripped out of his shorts – no underwear – and was straddling my face before I knew it. His cock was as massive as the rest of him. I gasped and gagged as he shoved it down my throat. While he was mouth raping me, he reached back and started spanking my pussy. It’s a good thing I couldn’t scream out from the abuse.

He pounded me for a while, I don’t know how long. I know I was a gagging, drooling mess by the time he was done. Well, not done, just done using my throat. He flipped me over and pulled me to the edge of the bed. At least he used a lot of lube, on his cock and on my asshole, before he tore into me. He spanked me as he fucked my ass. I don’t know how long that lasted before I felt him jet a huge load into me. He paused there just a few moments before smacking my ass, pulling on his shorts, and leaving. As he went, I heard him toss something at Reggie.

“Here’s your money, pimp.”

Pimp. Well it’s not much different than what Reggie had been doing all week. Did Sir know? He must know. He must have set all this up. Right?

I didn’t have a lot of time to think about that. Reggie dragged me out of bed to the bathroom. It wasn’t a full repeat of the morning, but he scrubbed my face and rinsed the cum out of my gaping asshole. Now I was really wondering if Sir knew about this. Reggie ordered me to fix my makeup, which was a teary mess. I had barely finished when someone knocked at the door again.

This time it was a skinnier, shorter guy. He didn’t even take me into the bedroom, he just pushed me to my knees, grabbed handfuls of my hair, and whipped out his cock for me to suck him off. But he took a long time to cum. Every time he seemed to be getting close, he’d pull back, dragging out his experience. He also liked dragging on my hair. Finally Reggie told him he only had 5 more minutes and he started pumping my throat in earnest. He let loose a huge torrent of cum, so much I could barely swallow. Fortunately I’d had a lot of practice lately!

And fortunately I didn’t have to clean up before the next guy, because no sooner had Throat Fucker tossed Reggie some money and left than the next guy showed up.

It was one guy after another, like the FuckMyWhore.com nights, except Sir never joined in. And I was always cleaned up after, instead of keeping pools of cum to excite Sir.

I missed him.

It got very mechanical after the first few, just like the FuckMyWhore nights, except here the guys were mostly rougher, spanking, slapping, choking -never enough to leave marks or damage me, but enough that I had to struggle not to scream. Maybe Reggie had set up FuckAndAbuseMyWhore.com. Not talking was easier – none of them wanted Aydınlı Escort to talk, they just wanted to use my holes. I lost track after the fourth or fifth guy, just trying to stay in the moment and get through whatever guy was using me.

Eventually the knocks stopped coming. Reggie cleaned me up and gave me some chicken soup and a few crackers. But he wasn’t done with me. And if I had known then what he had in store, I might have run screaming from the cabin.

“You are coming with me. You remember your Master told you to obey everything I tell you to do. He has turned you over to me for the day. Don’t shame him by disobeying me. I will hurt you if you don’t obey.”

I was still naked from the string of guys who rented me. Reggie didn’t bother to dress me, he just had me put on the red Fuck Me heels before he fastened the dog collar from the day before around my neck. And yes, he attached the leash. At least he didn’t insert the tail, but I still felt embarrassed to be led, naked, by a leash, out of the cabin and into the crew area. We passed many people working and they all stared. Some called out to him and he stopped to talk, leaving me to stand there while others checked out my body. A few time he ordered me to stand with my legs apart and hands behind my head while he let men touch me. A few times he ordered me to turn around and bend over, spreading my ass cheeks and showing off my freshly-shaved cunt. At least there was no cum leaking out of it. Reggie let a few men penetrate me with fingers, but no one fucked me.

We took an elevator down, down towards the bottom of the ship and down several long hallways. In one hallway there was a line of guys leading up to a dead end. At the end of the hallway was a monitor. As I got closer, I could see the monitor was showing a bed on the floor, with a white sheet. Also as I got closer, I could see the men looking at my naked body. Hungrily. I seriously might have run right then, except for the Fuck Me heels and the leash that was towing me down the hall towards the last door.

The door was open, showing a small room, barely big enough for the bed on the floor. Reggie unhooked the leash and gestured to the bed.

“On your back. Spread your legs. Remember what I told you.”

He told me not to shame Sir. He told me he would hurt me if I didn’t obey. And even if Reggie didn’t hurt me if I refused, I was pretty sure that group of guys wasn’t letting me go anywhere until they dumped their loads. So I laid down. I spread my legs. And I waited.

I didn’t wait long.

Reggie sat in a chair by the door. He had a standard line when each guy came in.

“Ten dollars. Use lots of lube so she’ll last longer. You have 5 minutes. If you don’t cum, you can go out and wait in line again.”

Not only was I a whore, I was a $10 whore. I was worth $2 a minute.

At least I didn’t have to do anything. They pushed me around like a sex doll, sucking here, bending there, spreading everywhere. A lot of guys were done in just a few minutes. Some guys were still spurting cum when Reggie threw them out, desperately trying to finish what they started. A few guys had to leave before they got off. I could hear the jeers down the hall as they left, because of course everyone could see what was happening on that big monitor. I was my own porn fluffer. Most came in ready to burst and plowed right into their preferred hole. Many used all three holes before adding to one of the rivers of cum pouring out of me.

God, I hoped Sir was watching that screen in the hallway, maybe on a closed-circuit TV. Or hell, maybe they were broadcasting me on one of the passenger TV channels. But I wanted Sir to be watching. I wanted him to see what I was doing for him. Because somewhere in my heart this was all still for him. I knew he loved this. I knew he wanted this from me. I wanted to have him come through that door and add his spurts of cum to the loads already there. I was practically swimming in cum, enough to make Sir cum for a year. My cunt looked like a whitewater river. Cock after cock after cock. Even with the lube it started to hurt. My jaw ached. My ass was on fire. My cervix was bruised from some of the longer cocks. The opening to my abused vagina was stretched from the thicker cocks – I was glad I’d had the experience of being fisted by the other whore on the boat, so I knew I could take it if I had to. And I had to take it. Cock after cock after cock. Cum dump after cum dump.

At some point Reggie left me in the care of another crew member. I was too exhausted to say anything. I’d given up hoping that Sir would be the next cock in the room a long time ago – hours ago? Over and over:

“Ten dollars. Lube. Five minutes.”

And then it stopped. And Reggie was there. There were a couple of big guys with him. Had they fucked me already? I couldn’t remember what any of them looked like, not their faces, not their cocks, not their hands. They picked me up and deposited me in a laundry bin. They took the disgusting sheet off the bed, literally dripping with cum, and threw it over me. Reggie wheeled me back up to our cabin. Aydınlı Escort Bayan I don’t remember the trip there, I was too zoned out. I was a fuck zombie, no will of my own.

And even after all that, the thought excited me as much as it disgusted me. I just fucked more guys in a few hours than I thought I’d fuck on the entire trip. I survived it. I hurt. I was a mess. But I survived it. And I’d do it again if I was ordered to. The thought of being the receptacle for all that sperm still gave me a thrill.

Once more, Reggie hauled me into the bathroom. He was more gentle this time as he cleaned me up. It took a few washings to get all the dried cum out of my hair. He put some of that salve on my pussy and ass, the stuff we got from the other boat whore. He towel-dried my hair. He gave me another bowl of soup. After he put me in bed he sat by me for a moment.

“After this trip, if you want, I know a guy. He could use a whore like you. You’d make top dollar. It’d be more like this morning, not like the afternoon. Guys will pay a lot more if they can hurt you a bit. A couple a months there, you’d be set. Let me know if you’re interested.”

He left a card on the bedside table with his name and a phone number.

I stared at the ceiling for a while before I fell asleep. Even in my dreams there were cocks invading every hole. I heard myself moaning and crying. And then I realized, it wasn’t my dream. It was coming from the living room.

I got up and headed through the door. Sir was there in front of the TV, gripping the remote. I was surprised when I realized the recording was of this afternoon, surprised because I hadn’t realized I was moaning and crying so hard. At the time I felt dead.
He looked at me standing in the doorway. His cock was hard as a rock, but his face was stricken.

“How could you endure this?”

Not a question I expected. Not a question I could easily answer. But he obviously needed an answer.

“You wanted this. It’s why you brought me here.”

“God, what kind of monster am I?”

“Sir?” I was so confused.

He looked back at the screen, then looked away, like he was disgusted. Disgusted with me?

“I didn’t know. I should have known. I should have thought things through. I told Reggie he could do what he wanted with you. I should have known he’d want something like this. I didn’t think. I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I was just going to grab my things and go, change my flight so you wouldn’t have to see me anymore.”

Disgusted with himself? Ah.

“I’m glad you didn’t just leave, Sir.”

“You’re right. I guess this is better. I owe you an apology. I owe you better. You deserve better. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t understand, Sir. I thought you planned all of that. I thought you were watching. I was surprised that you weren’t there, but I figured you had a reason.”

“Oh, sweetie, you give me too much credit. I was too much of a coward to face you, after…”

I went and knelt by his feet and placed my hands on his knees. He flinched at first, then leaned over and pulled me too him and kissed me, hard, passionately, a kiss that went all the way down to my toes. I was breathless when he pulled away, recoiled almost, as a groan came from the recording. We both looked. Mostly the soundtrack had been flesh slapping flesh and male grunting, underplaying our last few minutes of conversing, and kissing, but now there was a giant laying on top of me and fucking me like a jackhammer with my legs drawn back. My face on the TV screen was contorted with pain. This must have been one of the huge cocks that made me glad I’d survived the fisting.

Sir watched, fascinated and horrified, as the giant’s face contorted as well, but his was filled with ecstasy as he unloaded his massive cock into my cunt. His ejaculation seemed endless; he was one of the ones Reggie had to chase out, still pumping some cum down his leg as his cock slowly deflated. On the screen, I watched myself softly sobbing as the next guy came in.

“Ten dollars. Lube. Five minutes.”

The next guy tried my cunt, but it was probably too ruined to feel like anything to him, so he flipped me over and lubed up my ass.

“Sir, are you unhappy with what happened? Did I do anything wrong?”

“Oh, God, no! You are an angel. You’re a dream girl. I have never seen anything so absolutely fucking sexy. But what kind of pervert am I that I love you but I can’t fuck you unless I subject you to that?”

As if on cue, the ass fucker spewed his load in me, roaring as he did so. The next guy came in.

“Ten dollars. Lube. Five minutes.”

He didn’t even need lube, I had so much cum in my ass and I was still gaping open. He plunged in, grunting noisily as he fucked me.

“You…love me?”

“I loved you from the moment you walked into that hotel room. But I told myself it was just lust. You were so incredibly sexy. I was terrified that after you left that room you’d come to your senses and stay away. But you came. You flew all the way across the country. You got on this boat. You let me subject you to….to being paraded Escort Aydınlı naked through the streets, to being gang raped in a bar, to being tied to a table and whipped. Hell, you couldn’t even get back on the ship without running a gauntlet of cocks. And I let it happen. I loved it happening. But I told myself it couldn’t be love, because if I loved you I wouldn’t do these twisted things to you.”

“Why not?”

“Why not what?”

“Maybe you love me because you CAN do these twisted things to me. Maybe you love me because I love having you do these twisted things to me. Does that make me sick and disgusting? Sir?”

I pulled his eyes away from the screen where yet another man was using me, this time gagging me on his cock so tears were running down my face. This time I kissed him. Passionately. Deeply. He said he loved me! I needed to tell him with my kiss that I loved him back. Passionately, deeply.

“Sir, my cunt is raw and aching. My ass hurts so much I don’t know how I’m going to ever shit again. My throat is sore from all the cocks in it. And I would do it all again, every guy, even more guys, if that’s what you want. If that’s what you need from me. Because I love you, too. Not from the very first moment, but every day, every dick, I felt myself more and more bonded to you. And last night…l wanted last night to last forever, except I knew it couldn’t. Because I know you enjoy a slut like me, but how could you want someone who needs that much cock to be satisfied?”

“Really?”

He grabbed my shoulders and looked me square in the eye.

“You would want to live like this? Like…that?”

He gestured to the screen where a guy was jazzing all over my face while I just lay there like a zombie.

“Yes, Sir. I never knew I had so much need to be a slut. I can’t really go back to how I was before. I figured…well, Reggie just offered to set me up with a pimp. And I figured that was going to be the best thing for me because if I need this much cock, I may as well get paid for it while I can. Even if I am only a $10 whore. Because…”

“What?”

Now it was my turn to look disgusted with myself.

“Because I also need the pain, Sir. I loved it the most when those men were hurting me. I didn’t love the endless train with the crew, but I loved how brutal and painful it was. And Reggie said he could find men who would pay well to hurt me.”

“Then dammit, I guess I have to make you a better offer!”

And with that he swept me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. Where he still couldn’t get hard until he called and asked Reggie to send up three hard cocks to dump their loads in me. And after THAT he fucked the stuffing out of me, while playing the video of my sex train on the bedroom TV, to the endless refrain of:

“Ten dollars. Lube. Five minutes.”

EPILOGUE

I was incredibly tender the next morning. Thankfully Sir was also pretty spent so he didn’t fuck me the next day, in the cabin, off the ship, and on the trip home. It felt strange after being a total fuck hole for hours every day. He fell asleep as soon as we hit our seats in first class, so he didn’t even try to display me to the other men on the flight. He took me straight from the airport to his condo where we cuddled all night long.

In the morning, he was incredibly horny, and honestly so was I, but he still couldn’t get it up enough to penetrate me without having a few loads in me. I had an idea – the university Greek row wasn’t that far away, and I was guessing even on a Monday morning there’d be someone in his old fraternity who would help a brother out.

I was right. 🙂

He dressed me in a tight, black, super-short mini skirt and a white cotton halter top that was so thin you could clearly see my nipples. And the red Fuck Me heels. He walked me up to the front of his former fraternity and asked to see the highest ranking officer present. After explaining the situation, the officer gladly agreed to assist with rounding up a few hard cocks, as long as he got to be first. Once again, I was naked, on my back, legs spread, while a line of men used me, one after the other. But this time, Sir was part of the line. He gloried in fucking my slutty, cum-filled holes. He delighted in driving me home from there with cum on every part of me. He didn’t let me wash the whole day, just kept me in bed and kept fucking me all day long.

And we lived mostly happily ever after. I got to quit my job and be Sir’s full-time fuck toy. There were some rough parts, especially in the beginning. We had to learn how to communicate with more than just our naked bodies. We had to get past the “we just lived out our fantasies on a dream vacation” and get into day-to-day life together. We ended up hiring Reggie away from the cruise line to come and be our full-time butler, house keeper, and slut minder. He prepared me every day, and worked out a schedule for all of the willing men on fraternity row to come by and fuck me in the morning to get me ready for Sir to use me. Sir even bought a house the next street over from fraternity row so they had easy access to me. On weekends, Sir would take me to a house and let them gangbang me all night long, taking his turns after my holes were creamy enough. And because Sir knew what a masochistic pain slut I had turned into, he hired people to come and teach the fraternity boys how to spank me and flog me and tie me up.

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Retirement Plans Ch. 02

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There is a certain level of human debauchery that is degrading and humiliating enough that it pays very well for those that are willing to submit to it. Some women even enjoy having their bum welted from a spanking or even bloodied from a whip of a rod.

I don’t do ‘pain’ at all.

Force your long fat cock down my throat or smash it into my tender ass, now that I can handle. They used to pay well for it on the big screen, with good presentations and a pretty face a girl could do well. Now you need a great vlog channel to make that pay, and I was getting too old for that. Twenty five was the new forty in porn and 30 was just laughable. But in person, now there I could still get paid, if I had enough of an audience.

Lou set up my first appointment at a nightclub near the waterfront. I had never seen the inside, but it was only a few tables and a lazy bartender. The real party was in the private club that we entered through a sliding door in a closet.

I had a packed house, with a dozen men crowding the bar and at least 20 others at a dozen tables that circled a raised round bed. The bed was slowly rotating but I could easily mount it, when I was ready.

Most of the men at the bar were fully clothed. Some were wearing masks, as were some that were sitting. Three or four of them were naked, but wearing a full head mask to keep their identities a secret.

I was wearing a full length raincoat. They could see my red and silver, 4 inch fuck-me pumps, and my dark silk stockings. I walked confidently (I hope) to the bar, undoing my coat as I walked. I pulled the coat open, to reveal my night garments.

A black garter belt held my stockings up while my large breasts were being cupped and presented to the world by a firm uplifting bra, which allowed my nipples to see the world, like periscopes. The pink, semi-sheer panties were trimmed in black, including the missing part, around my pussy and anus.

I handed my coat to the barkeep and he passed over my small case of toys. I turned and walked proudly to the stage. I might have looked like a sexy pool hustler, but everyone knew that I was there to give them a performance that they would remember for a long time.

I set the case on the bed and opened it. Ataşehir Escort I felt a bit of a tremor in my hands, at the realization that I would soon have more than 2 dozen horny young men lusting for me, as I masturbated for them. I was getting wet.

Two smiling young men helped me onto the stage and stepped up with me. When I lay on the bed, they each took one of my legs and buckled my ankles into the posters at the base of the bed.

Cameras would supply closeups for the bar tv and the monitors around the room.

I could reach the toy box from my central position, so I grabbed the gel, to put a coating on my labia and the pucker of my ass. It made them shine for the camera. The labia were swollen. I’m sure that I could have measured my pulse on them. They felt hot.

When I reached for the next tool the room got quiet. I suppose that they had seen my videos.

There were murmurs, as I positioned the long, glass dildo, spreading my labia for the shaped head. I was not just wet. There might have been some white cream, already oozing out of me. I am only human.

The special lighting enabled them to see my pink flower, from the stretched lips to the flattened cervix. My white cream was coating the inside and threatening to squeeze out at the pussy lips.

The outside of the glass dildo was fashioned to give the best view, but it was not the best surface for stimulation. I reached into my treasure box and found the drum sticks.

My assistant announced the lucky winners for the silent auction. Four men came forward. All wore masks.

Two men went to kneel at my breasts, while the other two knelt, ready to tap on the base of the glass dildo. My playlist finally came to play on the audio system. Inspirational music is important for every production, and this would be no less deserving than any other.

My two ‘tit suckers’ set into their work, while the little drummer boys (adults, I assure you) started tapping on the exposed part of the glass dildo.

Of course I was fully aware of how intense the tapping would feel. I have enjoyed this particular treat more times than I care to admit. Each time, it has the desired effect.

As they became more proficient at banging Ataşehir Escort Bayan on their drums, I became more and more aroused. Their misses, which tapped my labia, might have been even more complicit in the climax that I was fast approaching. I was gently pulsing my hips upwards as the crest of my desires tumbled me into a gushing and squirting orgasm.

The applause continued as the cream flowed. There might have been a little squirting, though I couldn’t swear that none of it was pee. My legs were quivering and my toes were curling and uncurling. I was in no hurry. Some of them were jerking off under blankets. Others had already cum, and they were cleaning themselves up. I put the dirty dildo back into its spot in the case and grabbed the spreader dildo. It was a vee shaped glass device which spread my labia as wide as they could get if I delivered a baby. The walls were ribbed, so that a half inch thrust would roll my vaginal wall in a very stimulating way.

The two tit-men also got to push the first glass dildo into my pink anus. The entry was already creamed, and the dildo was coated in my own jizz, so they had no problem inserting it to its full depth. Now they could see into my ass, not that there was anything to see, other than the pink walls, that look so similar to the view on the other side.

The drummers returned to drumming, while the thrilled ass fuckers returned to my nipples. One of them whispered ‘wow’, which he was not supposed to do, but it snapped me out of my orgasmic coma! I have to stay on top of these exhibitions, or it will collapse into an outright, and uncontrollable orgy.

My timer chimed and the full lights came on to signify the end of the demonstration. The four helpers continued to be useful as they unbuckled my ankles and helped me to return the dildos and vibrators to their cushioned home in my toy box.

I knew that six of these young rapscallions had paid to fuck me, but the new arrangement meant that it had to be private, and separate from the non participants. The contract was for 6. I would have negotiated as many as 8, but there would be no last second additions.

Strong hands clamped onto my elbows from behind, then he pulled me to his chest. Escort Ataşehir I could feel his hard cock between my legs and pressed hard, up against my wet slash.

He released my elbows and put one hand around my waist, while the other guided his cock to my pussy. I arched my back to give him a better entry angle. I was rewarded with a thrust and a pull on my hips with his strong hands. There was no belly bumping me in the ass, just his thighs slapping against my ass and a sweet cock filling me very nicely.

Two more guys came toward me. They were naked, and their cocks bobbed as they approached me.

The first cock to find my mouth was wearing a cherry flavored helmet. I really appreciate the effort so I made a mental note to mention it to him later. Maybe I would get his number. I looked for more details on cherry dick so that I could evaluate his other performances. I was sure to entertain him 5 to 7 times over the next 4 hours.

I ran my tongue from side to side. I didn’t need a special bit to press my tongue stud across the underside of his splendid pickle. He pressed his pelvis against my nose. He could have hurt me with a hard push, but he was strong and he had control. He kept his eyes on mine as he pressed the head of his penis into my throat. He was looking for me to beg for mercy with my eyes.

I was still able to breathe, but I wanted him to experience the power, so I faked the struggle for breath. I undulated in his grasp for 10 seconds, then he released me to show his god-like power.

His eyes went crazy and he hammered into me, which let me turn my good acting into a real orgasm. I love my fucking job.

Over the next four hours only two of them fucked me in the ass, though one of them returned three times. My good tongue action brought them to my face a lot and my pussy was never lonely.

I got the cherry dick phone number, though I still don’t know what to call him. I’ll probably give him a call in a week.

The limo service picked me up at the prescribed time. The driver is a connected guy. If I don’t come out or text him the right words, he makes a call, and a dozen brutes show up.

I had no trouble with this performance. I had a connection so I would have a sleep-over with cherry dick, to do some market research. My accountant told me to keep the receipt.

I checked my email and then I remembered to check my new burner phone.

I had a message from my agent and an e ticket, first class to London England.

Details to follow.

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A Passionate Night

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Sam and Emma 2

Sam kisses Emma again as they wait for their new friend to come over and join them. Javier, the young man the two had met earlier that day was eagerly running to them, a noticeable bulge in his swim trunks. Sam chuckled and said “looks like he may be even more excited about this than us,” he said as he once again kissed her.

Emma said “I don’t think that’s possible” in a very seductive tone, she bit her lip as her nipples became erect. She began a rub her pussy as Javier grew closer. He finally reached them and enthusiastically threw off his shorts revealing his thick throbbing member.

Javier leans down and begins to kiss Emma. She very enthusiastically kisses him back. His large rough hands begin to caress for supple breasts, He plays with them groping her while their tongues interlock. He breaks their kiss and immediately goes down to suck on her nipple He sucks on it roughly nibbling on it while roughly caressing her other breast.

Emma moans in ecstasy as he has his way with her. He continues to suck on her breast as one of his hands makes its way down her body reaching her dripping wet pussy, he shoves his fingers into her roughly and fingers her as she moans and wriggles at his touch. He continues to finger her and suck her breasts, switching between the two until she eventually convulses and cums hard on his fingers.

Sam watches enjoying the sight very much. He strokes his once again hard cock as he watches a stranger Maltepe Escort finger his wife. He looks over to her and leans over and she leans back and they share another deep passionate kiss. He whispers something in her ear She smiles nods and gives him another peck on the lips.

She crawls over it too Javier gets on her knees and tells him to stand up. He does so leaving his big cock in front of her face. She bites her lip looking at it then looks back to Sam and blows him a kiss. She turns her attention back to Javier’s thick member and takes it in her hand. She begins to stroke it, she smiles as she feels every inch in her hand before leaning towards it and kissing it.

She strokes his cock, it feels long and thick in her hand. She licks his tip and traces her tongue up and down his thick shaft. She then opens her mouth and places the tip in her mouth then slowly takes it deeper and deeper until she can feel him in the back of her throat.

Sam continues to stroke himself watching his wife give another man a blowjob. He loves watching her head bob up and down, loves hearing her moan in pleasure as she sucks on his cock, and loves looking at her sexy plump ass on her knees. He continues to masturbate until he can’t take it anymore He stands up and walks over to Emma.

She, almost out of instinct, immediately grabs Sam’s cock and begins to stroke it as she sucks on Javier’s. She then removes her mouth from him and begins to suck on Sam moaning Maltepe Escort Bayan loudly as she does so. She takes his cock out of her mouth and looks back to Javier and says “Fuck me, fuck I need you to fuck me hard” She lets these words out before going back to sucking sam’s cock.

Javier did not need to be told twice He immediately got behind her, grabs her by her hips, and pulls her towards him. He positions himself in between her legs and presses his cock against her tight wet opening. He pushes in slowly inch by inch. She moans without removing the cock from her mouth as he continues to push into her. He pushed inside and pulled out slowly and then back in.

She moans as he slowly but rhythmically fucks her. She takes Sam’s cock out of her mouth and utters only a single word “Harder”. He obliges and begins to thrust into her hard and rough the slapping of their hips echoed through the night along with the crashing waves. Emma drooled and moaned as his hard cock rammed into her.

He rams into her harder and harder smacking her ass as he did. He continues to thrust over and over harder and harder. Her eyes roll back and she moans loudly. Sam’s cock falls out of her mouth and she collapses to the ground in ecstasy as Javier continues to ram into her pussy. His cock stretches her out it enters her hard and fast over and over. Her pussy tightens and her toes curl as she cums.

Sam can’t hold back any longer, He tells Javier to lay down, Escort Maltepe which he obliges Then whispers something into Emma’s ear that immediately makes her happy. She crawls over to Javier and begins to suck his cock licking it tasting her juices as she does so until he is rock hard again. She positions herself over his cock and lets herself down onto it going deep inside her. She lets out a little moan as she does so she places her hands on Javier’s shoulder as Sam positions himself behind her and begins to thrust his cock into her too.

Emma screams in ecstasy as she takes both of the men’s cocks inside of her. Her husband thrusts away hard And enthusiastic as she bounces off of the younger man’s cock. She continues to ride and get fucked as Javier takes one of her nipples and sucks on It roughly. she moans in pleasure as she takes both men’s cocks, they continue to ram into her over and over, their hard cocks reaching deep inside her. Emma, drunk on pure ecstasy and bliss screams and moans loudly as the waves crash behind them. The two men thrust and moan along with her as they all grow closer to orgasm until they all finish in unison. Sam finishes inside her while she drinks every drop that Javier deposited in her mouth.

The three continue their passion-filled fun, they fuck in different positions Emma always having two cocks inside of her, they fuck until the sun begins to rise, the couple say their goodbyes to Javier as they pack their belongings. The two hold hands and walk away Emma leans her head onto Sam’s shoulders “Best vacation so far babe” she says, Sam squeezes her hands and smiles “We should do this again soon, it’s another woman next time though” he says Emma chuckles and nods as the two prepare to finally return home.

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The Good Neighbors Ch. 05

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Mrs. Hastings stepped out of the closet, and Tommy felt his jaw drop.

Sheer stockings ran up her thigh, held tight by black garter belts. Her red silk kimono was back, untied and blowing free, revealing a corset beneath. She glided toward him on four inch red heels, her hips swaying as she moved. Heavy breasts heaved against their tight constraints.

It was his every fantasy come to life. He felt like he was on the edge of orgasm just from looking at her. And he could tell from her face that she knew the power she had over him now.

“My God,” was all he could manage to say.

Mrs. Hastings smirked, but it quickly disappeared. “No,” she said. Her arm snapped forward. There was a short, black riding crop in her hand, and she jabbed him in the chest with it. “Not your god. Your wife.”

Tommy blinked at her. “What?”

“Your wife,” she said, leaning in closer, her eyes running up and down his tight body. “It’s only fair. If my husband has you to satisfy him, you should have me. You have your own needs that need to be taken care of. Any time you want me.”

Tommy nodded, as if that made sense.

“Any way you want me,” she whispered into his ear, and flipped the crop around to hand him the handle.

“But,” she went on, her face drooping, “this was going to be a surprise. I really didn’t mean to spoil it already.”

“You didn’t spoil it,” Tommy assured her.

“No, I did. I’m no good at keeping secrets.”

“You didn’t need to keep secrets from me,” he said.

“Do you mean that?” she asked, and he nodded quickly.

She sank onto the bed and scooted closer to him. After a moment, her finger began to trail up the length of his thigh. His cock jutted wildly against the mattress. She watched it, then grinned and pounced on him. He felt her hips grinding into him, and he moaned hard into her mouth as her small tongue stroked against his.

She undid the lace of her corset just enough for her breasts to spill free. He pulled her closer, drowning himself in her chest.

“I want you to cum inside of me, dear,” she breathed. “I’m your wife. You need to breed me.”

Tommy said nothing, hardly hearing her. He tugged a thick, dark nipple into his mouth and lapped at it until she moaned. His hands wrapped around her generous ass, and he groped at it hungrily.

“I’ve been a bad wife,” she sighed. “I told a secret I shouldn’t have. And I’ve kept you in need.” She twisted in his lap, and crawled toward the headboard on all fours. “You’ll have to teach me to be better. You’re my husband,” she said, stretching herself out like a cat, pressing her thick ass into the air.

Tommy gripped the riding crop harder, feeling the slick of sweat across his palms. He stroked the wide, flat strip of leather against the curve of her skin. It weighed almost nothing at all. He pulled back.

With one sharp crack, she moaned Kadıköy Escort like she was at the edge of ecstasy. He stroked the length of her inner thigh with the leather. He pulled back, and snapped it against her other cheek.

He could smell her need already. He didn’t stop until she begged him for it.

“Please. Please. Your wife needs your cock. Breed me, Thomas,” she moaned. “I’ll be a good wife. I swear it. I swear it!”

Tommy tossed the crop to the ground. She groaned and pressed her ass higher into the air. It rocked back and forth, needing him. Tommy pulled back his hand and clapped her hard on the cheek of her ass until she laid back down and was silent.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he told her. Then he mounted her from behind.

She was warm, and tight, and soaking wet. He pounded against the soft cup of her ass. He looked down at her leggings and garter belt. It was too much for him. Ten strokes in and he screamed his throat raw. His hips dug deeper into her, with his every ounce of strength, and she moaned with him. Every time he thought he was done, he would suddenly feel like his balls were full to bursting again, and his hips would pump away until the feeling passed.

When he finally pulled out, panting with exhaustion, he was still rock hard and ready for more. He just didn’t have the strength to do it. Mrs. Hastings rolled onto her back and stroked his balls with the palm of her hand.

“I… have another secret that you might be mad about,” she said, after a few minutes of petting.

Tommy’s glassy eyes blinked at the ceiling.

“My friend, Mrs. Greene. You met her earlier?” She paused, waiting for a response, but Tommy’s brain was out for the count. “Well, it was supposed to be a secret, but you said not to keep secrets from you. And, well, she asked me -begged, really -that, when you came inside of me again I would let her… you know… taste it?”

“That’s fine,” Tommy said, shrugging lightly. His eyes drifted shut. He was still in his dress shirt and tie, with his nice pants around his ankles. He wasn’t sure what time it was, or if it was already past eleven. He could hear the cheers and moans outside their door, as loud as ever. Nothing much bothered him at the moment.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so sweet to me!” Mrs. Hastings squealed. “I’ll be right back!”

The bed rocked, and she was out the door a moment later.

Tommy’s brain flickered back to life. He rolled over onto his elbow and saw the room’s open door.

Half a breath later, Mrs. Hastings was back, and the woman in red was in tow. Tommy grabbed for his pants quickly, and pulled them up to his hips.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Mrs. Hastings laughed as she locked the door again.

“No need to be shy,” the woman in red, Mrs. Greene, told him. She had silky brown hair that ran down to her chest. Her heavy breasts Kadıköy Escort Bayan were ready to spill out of her dress. She looked nearly fifty, but her body seemed in excellent shape, and her dress left nothing at all to the imagination.

Mrs. Hastings climbed backward onto the bed and pulled Mrs. Greene with her by the hand. They both made their way closer to the headboard as Tommy rolled out of the way.

It evidentially was not Mrs. Greene’s first time there. She stretched out a long, thin arm and pulled a rope from beneath the mattress. It was a black strap, he saw, with a handcuff at the end. She pulled one from each side and wrapped it carefully around Mrs. Hastings’ wrists. Mrs. Hastings gave them each a tug, and found she couldn’t move an inch. Mrs. Greene whipped her hair over her shoulder, and then bent down.

Tommy’s eyes went wide. It felt like he’d taken a shot of adrenaline right to the heart. The women moaned like he’d never heard before. Mrs. Greene wasted no time at all on foreplay. She mouthed Mrs. Hastings’ pussy like a starved animal. He couldn’t tell which of them was getting more pleasure out of it.

Mrs. Hastings tugged at her wrist straps. He could see the muscles of her arm straining to break free. She used the only power she had and wrapped the smaller woman within her thighs, bouncing weakly against the mattress with her need to reach climax now.

The sight of her stockings and garter belts high in the air, as the woman in the red dress lapped at her cunt, had Tommy at the edge again. The image of it alone, he knew, was something he would be jacking off to for a lifetime.

Mrs. Greene’s eyes suddenly spread opened, though her tongue didn’t slow. She turned them toward Tommy.

“I can taste you inside of her,” she said, panting for breath. Her mouth quickly went back to work.

“He came so much,” Mrs. Hastings breathed.

Tommy watched in awe. The wet sounds they made was overwhelming his brain.

“Does he have anymore?” Mrs. Greene asked, her eyes on Tommy again.

Tommy kicked his pants to the ground and crawled closer on his knees. He had no plan, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“I see some right there,” the woman said. She snatched at his cock with one hand, and sunk it down the length of her throat. Mrs. Hastings used her legs to push the woman even closer.

“Mmmm,” Mrs. Greene said, wiping her lips. She nodded to him in thanks, then turned and dragged her tongue up her friend’s pussy again. “Have you let him have your ass yet?” she asked.

“He’s eaten it,” Mrs. Hastings moaned, “and he’s fucked it good. He’s so sweet to me.”

“He knows how to treat a woman,” Mrs. Greene said, grinning. “Have you had her tied up before?” she asked the boy. Tommy shook his head. “Then now’s the time to take advantage. Her mouth’s there, free for you to use.” Her Escort Kadıköy head disappeared back between Mrs. Hastings’ thighs.

Mrs. Hastings’ eyes found him again. She looked drunk from pleasure. The woman was right. She was his to use.

With one hand, he ripped the rest of her corset free. He pawed at her massive tits with his hands. She screamed in pleasure. She screamed and screamed. It was deafening. It was distracting. In a fury, he crawled up the length of her, straddling her head. He held her by the cheek, bracing her still, and then rammed his cock between her lips. That shut her up. She sucked it down greedily as he undid his shirt and tie and tossed them aside.

“Oh my God, what a view,” he heard Mrs. Greene say.

He could feel Mrs. Hastings writhing beneath him. She tried to bob her head, but he didn’t need her to. He gripped the headboard with both hands and fucked her mouth as hard as he had taken her from behind. He pulled out suddenly and lifted his sack into her mouth. She suckled his balls gently until he couldn’t take it anymore, and he fed his cock back into her, pressing into the tight confines of her throat.

“I want it.” Mrs. Greene’s voice was low and husky. She clambered over her friend like an animal, and pushed Tommy onto his back. She took the length of him easily again, pressing her face hard against his pubic hair until he was in as deeply as he could go. Then she slid back and worked her lips around the head at a lightning pace.

“I need it,” Mrs. Hastings begged.

Mrs. Greene grabbed Tommy by the hips and pushed him back onto her. As his eyes rolled back, he felt the woman in red’s fingers stroking the crack of his ass. He pressed back against her until her fingers found his hole. The woman rubbed faster and faster until-

“UGHGGHGHGHG” Tommy screamed, on and on. Mrs. Greene’s finger pushed inside of him and hooked. His scream turned high pitched.

Mrs. Hastings mouth worked at him until he collapsed beside her again. He saw Mrs. Greene crawl up the woman’s body and they kissed.

Mrs. Greene turned to Tommy and she opened her mouth, revealing a pool of pearly white cum against her tongue. Strands of it clung to her teeth and lips. She leaned back down and passed it back to Mrs. Hastings.

After spitting the last of it out in Mrs. Hastings’ wet mouth, Mrs. Greene arched herself backward, straining the thin dress she wore. She reached back and slipped a finger inside her friend. A minute later, Mrs. Hastings was bucking against the mattress as she came..

That was enough to knock Tommy from his daze again. Without asking, he flipped Mrs. Greene onto her back and slipped his head up her dress. She held his head and guided him through her first orgasm. The next few he did all on his own. When he added a finger, she squeezed him tight enough to hurt.

“She’s still chained up,” Mrs. Greene panted, nearly an hour later. “What should we do to her?”

Tommy ran his hand down Mrs. Hastings leg as he considered it.

“Well, she spilled another secret,” he said. Mrs. Hastings made a fearful, whining noise. “I think she needs to be punished.”

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