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She was sat in the chair at her desk. She wasn’t contemplating her next phone call in order to drum up business, she was looking at her closed office door hoping nobody would come in when the hot tongue would be circling inside her sopping wet cunt.

She had been told to wear stockings and suspenders underneath her skirt but crucially she had been told to wear no underwear! She arrived early to find her lover naked in her chair. She quickly shut the door behind her and locked it leaving no sign that she was in. Her lover kissed her open-mouthed, twisting his tongue around hers as he ran his hands through her hair. His large cock was against her stomach and already her nipples were enlarged and rock hard with anticipation.

He reached inside her blouse as he started to kiss her neck and throat, flicking his tongue against her smooth skin. He could smell her Guerlain perfume but all she could smell on him was pure unadulterated lust. He was now caressing her breasts as he kissed her neck, her throat and her mouth. She felt herself flood and she moaned at his touch. His warm hands circled her breasts, gently squeezing them before running his thumbs over her hard nipples. The slightest touch from his thumbs fired little bolts of pleasure through her so when he rubbed the top of her nipples she thought she would faint with excitement.

He started kissing down her chest and suddenly swooped on her nipples. He sucked hem into his mouth, lashing them with his tongue. She was giddy with pleasure as he quickly moved back and forth. His tongue circled each nipple in turn and she could feel her wetness start to ooze out of her. He must have sensed it too, for he reached down and under her skirt. His hand found her immediately and he began to run two fingers over her lips before very gently parting them and began touching her central wetness. She moaned loudly as the pleasures coming from her bullet hard nipples joined with the rivers of tingles coming from her cunt as his two fingers slowly dragged up and down between her lips. His fingers found her clit and started to stroke it. She knew resistance was futile; this man could capture her with his touch and escape was not an option. His fingers started moving in and out of her while his thumb rubbed her clit. She felt the sensations beginning to build up; those irresistible bursa escort feelings of hedonism. Her breasts connected to her cunt and his tongue was the bridge between them. She was flooding uncontrollably now and her mind was flying with the sheer pleasure when she was hit like a hurricane as she orgasmed.

Her moan seemed to last an eternity to her as the tingling burst from all her nerve endings. Her legs buckled and had he not been holding her, she would surely have fallen. He continued to kiss her nipples even as she orgasmed and the pleasure was so intense it was nearly painful.

Her lover took a half step back and grinned. He knew what she needed now. He reached out and took the back of her neck firmly in one hand and forced her to her knees. She whimpered as she saw the enormous cock and opened her mouth to take it in as she felt his hand on her neck bringing it to her. She opened her mouth and began to suck like the wanton slut this man turned her into every time she was with him.

His cock filled her mouth but she took it in enthusiastically tonguing it and using the saliva in her mouth to pleasure him. His moans excited her and she could still feel his cock getting harder. He forced himself into her mouth and she gagged but he relentlessly pushed until he was in her throat and her cheeks bulged. She sucked him fast and hard, using her hands on him to increase his pleasure. She felt him enlarge and then he withdrew. Surprised that he had not wanted her to make him flood her mouth before swallowing his seed she looked up only to see his strong hands reach for her again, only this time to pull her up, spin her around and bend her over her desk.

She felt her legs being pulled apart and then she felt a slap on her ass. As she yelped her back arched and he grabbed her hair by one hand and pulled her backwards onto his waiting cock. The huge cock sliding deeply into her honey passage instantly dispelled the slight pain she felt in her hair. He moved quickly in and out of her, his cock rubbing against her clit as he moved. She could feel herself coming and she let her inhibitions go and shouted at the top of her voice. Her cunt tightened around him but he carried on for a further five minutes making her come twice more. She reached around and cupped his balls in her hands gently squeezing him until bursa escort bayan with a strangled gasp; he emptied himself loudly into her.

He sat down in her chair while she knelt before him and licked their mingled juices off his cock and balls. Finally she stood up in front of him. He reached down beside him and pulled some ben-wa pleasure balls. The two balls connected by a cord. He inserted them into her cunt, knowing that they would move about inside her all day pleasuring her with tiny tingles. He then stood up and dressed her before dressing himself. He opened a window to allow the odours of their lovemaking to dissipate.

She stood silently at the window overlooking downtown Houston, tears streaming down her beautiful face. The shattering orgasms always left her weakened emotionally. He massaged her shoulders and rubbed her temples in gentle circles.

‘My angel. I will see you at 5.30 tonight,’ he murmured.

5.30 arrived with indecent haste. All her staff had left her office when he quietly slipped in through her door. He came quickly around her desk to where she was sitting and kissed her ferociously. She felt instantly giddy and felt rather than saw him hitch up her skirt and kneel between her legs. She felt so deliciously wanton as her lover put her legs up on each arm of her chair and pushed her head back. His tongue touched her wetness and she instantly orgasmed. A small but intense one. His tongue was now lapping at her steadily but slowly and she could feel his routine after a while. He would start at the bottom of her cunt lips and run his tongue over the outer lips to the top. Then he would part her lips with his tongue and rest his tongue on her clit momentarily, lightly flicking it. Then his tongue would move tantalisingly downwards slowly, maddeningly parting her lips completely. His hands would be caressing the insides of her thighs as his tongue moved up and down her fully parted lips. Then his style would change; he moved his tongue straight into the core of her. She moaned loudly every time he did this. It was so thrilling that she was sitting half-naked in her office being tongued by her lover. It was an awesome situation to be in and she gave thanks that this man was prepared to circle his tongue inside her, fulfilling her needs like nobody else did. She loved him and he loved escort bursa her, regardless of marital situation and that would never change.

His tongue was circling inside her now and she could feel his hands moving. She knew what that meant; his fingers were about to send her over the edge. Some things thrilled her every time and this was definitely one of the highlights. Firstly he reached inside her and removed the ben-wa balls, which had been pleasurably tickling her all day.

His left thumb ran between her wet lips and came to rest on her clit. He began to rub her clit very slowly and very gently. The bolts of pleasure began shooting through her. His forefinger coated itself in her juices and began to move downwards towards her other passage and she moaned at all the various sources of pleasure. His finger, slick with her juices was now tickling her around her anus. She felt his finger slide itself into her and he started to move it in and out of her. As he did so his tongue mimicked the movement of his finger so now both her holes were being filled and his thumb was now rubbing more quickly over her clit and she could not afford to resist much longer. She felt herself start to build, feeling her breathing pattern change. He could feel her stomach getting tighter and tighter with each breath as he stroked his finger and tongue in and out of her. His tongue moved more quickly and his thumb rubbed her engorged clit and she knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer when suddenly the dam burst and she screamed with passion. She grabbed his head and pulled it tight between her legs. He responded by lapping at her clit with his tongue sucking, licking and caressing. She came a further two more times and her stomach muscles were aching with all the pleasure.

Finally he slowed down and backed away. Her legs slid off the chair arms and she slid down the chair until she was barely balanced. The seat was soaked with her juices and she didn’t think that she would be able to get those stains out with any amount of hot water. Hell, who cared?

Her lover’s eyes were vivid green and he was focused on her face, smiling gently. He turned and wrote on some notepad on her desk before leaning to kiss her tenderly on the lips. She could taste herself and she tasted sweet. He slipped out the door as quietly as he had arrived. She tidied herself up prior to going home before reading his note.

”11 am tomorrow morning in my apartment. You will be pleasured by two of us.”

A thrill shot through her; man or woman she wondered.

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(Note: To those of you who read my stories, you know I write long ones rather that several shorter segments. In the end, it’s the same thing. And, this one, of course, is another long one. Enjoy.)

1. How it began

Robert Connor lay back against the pillows on his bed. He was watching his mother, kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. His mother! It was so damned hot that he had a hard time not coming almost immediately.

His mother, Kathy, an attractive 45-year-old with, lustrous brown hair and cool green eyes, looked up at Robert and winked while continuing to run her tightly stretched lips up and down his thick manhood.

Robert couldn’t hold back anymore. He groaned and whispered hoarsely, “Yes, yes, Mom. I’m going to come. I’m going to come, Mom.”

Kathy didn’t stop. She didn’t take her mouth off of her son’s super rigid cock. She kept sucking on it while looking him in the eyes.

“Aaahhh!” Robert cried out loudly. His cock began erupting with pulse after pulse of his hot semen, boiling up out of his balls.

Robert’s mother kept sucking and sucking while swallowing her son’s thick load of cum, until no more came out. She raised her mouth off Robert’s cock, letting it flop down, and gave him a big, happy grin.

“Mmmm!” I liked that, Robert. Now, are you ready to lick my pussy?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Robert replied, as the fantasy dissolved from his mind and he reached for the tissue box he kept on the bedside stand. But that part of the fantasy is going to have to wait, he told himself.

He was home for the summer from his first year at college and it was Saturday afternoon. His mom had gone to look for new outdoor furniture to put by the pool. The patio furniture they had now was several years old and well-used, time to replace it.

Robert figured she was due home any time now so he wiped up the semen that had shot out of his cock and sprayed over his belly and chest. Then he got up and walked naked to the bathroom down the hall to clean himself better with a damp washcloth.

He looked in the mirror and saw a reasonable handsome young man looking back at him—dark, nearly black, curly hair, and in need of a haircut; well placed grey eyes, like his father’s; a strong nose and chin; broad forehead; and full lips that, when at rest, hinted at a smile. He stood five feet, eleven inches barefoot and had a tight, muscular body, with strong, well-developed legs. Sprinting was his sport in high school and now in college too.

“You are one sick bastard, Robert,” he told his image in the mirror. “Fantasizing about your mom sucking your dick . . . and about licking her pussy and fucking her. Where did that come from? When did that begin?” But he knew exactly where and when his mother-fucking fantasies began.

He had come home from school one weekend to surprise his mother for her birthday. That had been in February of the present year. He had come into the house quietly and took his bag into his bedroom. It had been just after noon on a Friday. The garage door was down and he had assumed that his mom was at work, as usual.

Then he had heard a strange noise. He had stood in the doorway of his room to listen. He heard it again . . . coming from his mother’s bedroom. He had crept down the hallway and peeked around the corner of the master bedroom doorway, which was open. There he had seen his mother, totally naked—and looking really good too, he had noticed, although that thought had surprised him at the time.

His mother had a long, double-ended dildo with one end stuffed into her pussy and the other end stuffed into her ass. That had shocked him, that, and the fact that she obviously shaved her pussy. She also had a small vibrator in her hand and was stimulating her clitoris. Her eyes were tightly closed and she had been panting and moaning. Then he had watched as her body suddenly convulsed and she cried out loudly as, obviously, she’d had an orgasm.

Robert hurriedly retreated to his bedroom, grabbed his bag, let himself out of the house extra-quietly, got in his car and drove to the closest coffee shop, hoping his mother hadn’t heard him leave. He also realized as he was starting up the engine, that his jeans seemed too tight in the crotch. That was when he realized that he had a nearly full erection. That had really shocked him.

Robert took one of his school books into the coffee shop, ordered apple pie and coffee and tried to study. But of course he couldn’t. The image of his naked mother double penetrating herself, using a vibrator, and having an orgasm kept parading through his head. And, those images kept his dick in a state of perpetual partial erection.

He stopped trying to study after twenty minutes and allowed himself to focus on what he had seen. He knew that his mother took care of herself physically, but she wasn’t obsessed with it. Still, to Robert, at nineteen and actively dating women of his own age, his mother’s body had looked pretty darned good. He had always known that she was a damned good looking woman, but he hadn’t seriously bursa escort thought about her body, although he had seen her in bikinis every summer. Of course, he had noticed as a teenager that his mother had a good body, but she was his mother and that was the end of it. But to see her totally naked . . .and in that situation . . . well, that had been a shocker and an eye-opener.

It was also an erection-maker and that part bothered him. She was his mother after all. He wasn’t supposed to get turned on by his mother. Robert put it down to the pure, raw, sexual nature of what he had seen, that and the “animal” part of his brain reacting to that pure, raw sexuality.

After an hour, Robert left the coffee shop and drove slowly back home. He didn’t know just how much self sex his mother might be into, whether that was her first and only orgasm, or if she was going to make an afternoon of it. He had never thought of his mother in such an overtly sexual way, so now he didn’t know what to think. Watching porn movies on his laptop at school probably wasn’t a very good way to judge this situation, but it had taught him that there were a lot of people out there who had many diverse sexual practices. Not that the porn videos were real. But if someone had made a video of it, then he was sure that someone had done it before the video was made.

When he got home he parked his car at the curb and carried his bag up to the front door. He made a lot of noise getting the key into the lock and unlocking the door. The garage door was solid, no windows, so he couldn’t tell if his mom was still here or not.

“Surprise!” Robert yelled out. “Anybody home?” The house was silent.

He put his bag on his bed and went down the hall to his mother’s bedroom. The door was open, as before, but he couldn’t hear anything. He cautiously peeked into the room. No one there. The door to the master bath was open and he could see it was empty, too. No one home now.

Hmm! She must have come home for a “nooner”, Robert thought to himself. But by herself? That made him wonder about his mother’s sex life. His dad, Steve, had died of a massive heart attack two years ago. He had been ten years older than his wife and had owned a successful, commercial printing company. He had also been overweight and had high blood pressure and couldn’t be bothered to diet or exercise. He had died at work, in his office.

Robert’s mother worked out regularly—aerobics, weights, and interval training. She kept herself in very good shape. She also continued to work full time as the sales staff supervisor at Macy’s although she didn’t need too. She hadn’t needed to when her husband was alive. Then, after her husband had died, Kathy had found a buyer for the printing plant in a very short time and got nearly the price she originally had been asking for. With that money and the large life insurance policy Steve had taken out, well invested, she had enough now that she could retire and live comfortably for the rest of her life if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to. She liked her job and liked working and couldn’t imagine being a lady of leisure.

Thinking about his mother coming home for a “nooner” made Robert’s cock begin to swell up again. “Jesus!” he said aloud. He went back to his room, closed and locked the door, threw his bag onto the floor. He took off his shirt and undid his jeans to ‘free Willie’. Then he laid back on his bed and began stroking himself thinking about that double-ended dildo shoved into his mother’s . . . .

“Hey!” Robert said out loud to himself. “Mom shaves her pussy.” He just now remembered seeing her pussy with the dildo in it and there wasn’t a hair anywhere.

He went back to visualizing the double-ended dildo in his mother’s pussy and ass. He visualized her body. It was trim and athletic and tanned, with no tan lines, he now realized. He hadn’t seen his mother’s naked tits after he’d hit puberty and she had decided that it wouldn’t be in his best interest to walk around the house naked. But today he had seen them . . . and he saw them as a man viewing a woman’s breasts. She had been laying on her back and her tits were flattened somewhat, but not sliding off to the sides and under her armpits. They were a medium size with small areolas and large nipples, which had been quite erect.

Robert’s mind wandered back to the fact that his mother had been fucking herself in the ass and the pussy at the same time. His cock was fully erect now and he was stroking it fast. His eyes were closed and he concentrated on what he had seen. In his mind’s eye he was seeing, up close, the round, flexible dildo stuffed into his mother’s tightly stretched asshole. The other end was shoved between the folds of her labia and who knows how deep into her pussy. . . or, for that matter, into her ass. He saw her left hand on the dildo where it bent into a ‘U’ and how that hand had been pushing rhythmically on the dildo. He saw her right hand holding the vibrator, moving it slowly around the top of her pussy lips, obviously stimulating her clitoris. And then he bursa escort bayan saw how her body had convulsed up and twisted sideways a little and heard, again, her loud cries and groans of pleasure as she achieved orgasm.

At that point, Robert, thinking about his mother fucking herself, cried out, “Oh God! Mom!” and his body shuddered with intense pleasure as he achieved his own orgasm. His hard, swollen cock spewed several shots of thick white cum up into the air, which then fell back down onto his body. It was one of the best orgasms from masturbation he had ever had and it both scared him and intrigued him..

2. How it continued

Robert’s mother had come home that Friday and had been duly surprised that her son had come home for her birthday, which was the next day, Saturday. She didn’t show any sign that she knew of him having come into the house earlier when she had been fucking herself.

They had dinner at home on Friday and went to a restaurant of Kathy’s choice on Saturday. By Sunday afternoon Robert was headed back to college, a four hour drive.

At first, he had tried to put the image of his mother on her bed fucking herself, out of his head, but he couldn’t. He went to his favorite free porn site and began looking up mother-son incest videos. He didn’t like the choices, most of which seemed to be German or Russian and shot on the cheap. And, of course, who knew if he was watching a real mother and son having sex.

He then started to look for women who reminded him, even a little, of his mother and imagined that it was her. It didn’t take too many times before he began imagining that he was the man fucking her. He knew that was sick, but it really got him off and he all but became addicted to it.

Now he was home for the summer and being here, in the house, close to his mother, was driving him crazy. After all the fantasizing he’d done at school about her now all he could think about was what it would be like to actually fuck his mother, to lick her pussy, to have her suck his cock, to fuck her in the ass, because she obviously liked anal sex.

Of course, he wasn’t around her all day long. He had taken summer employment and his mother had her job to go to, Monday through Friday, from nine in the morning to six in the evening. But he saw her in the mornings just before he left for work, when she would walk into the kitchen wearing a T-shirt that was mid-thigh in length and, he was sure, nothing else. Oh, how he wanted to go up to her and reach under her T-shirt to see if she was wearing panties or not. And, oh, how he wanted to push her T-shirt up over her hips, free his cock from his jeans, pick his mother up and slid his cock into her pussy and begin fucking her right there against the wall in the kitchen.

Sometimes he fantasized about really doing that but, as strong as that fantasy was, he knew that he would do no such thing. His mother would scream and fight and be angry and disgusted and horrified. He would be embarrassed and disgraced and have to leave home. After all, he wasn’t going to rape his mother. He wanted her willing participation. That’s what his fantasy was, her wanting him as much as he wanted her. Still, he nearly always left for work with a stiffie just thinking about it.

In the evenings, his mother would come home take off her business clothes and put on a pair of shorts, which showed off her well-shaped and tanned legs, and a regular length T-shirt. Sometimes Robert could see the curve of her breasts and, when she moved just right, the points her nipples made in the light cotton fabric.

Because Robert had done so well in his first year of college, and because they didn’t need the money, Kathy had told him that he didn’t have to look for work, if he didn’t want to. But he did want to. He hated laying around trying to fill his days with busy work or worse, doing nothing. So he had gone to the printing plant that his father had created by hard work and smart work and applied for a job. When the new owner found out that Robert could run several of the presses, from working for his father during summer breaks in high school, he hired him. Robert even got a day shift job.

As bad as mornings and evenings were, being around his mother with his new found appreciation for her sexually, weekends were worse. They had a large swimming pool in the back yard and his mother would swim a little and sun a little, wearing skimpy bikinis . . . and looking years younger than her age. Then she would lay on a chaise lounge under one of the large umbrellas and read.

Sometimes he’d have to go to his room and whack-off, imagining removing his mother’s bikini by the pool and kissing her, caressing her, working his way down to her pussy and licking her, and finally fucking her on top of their towels at the side of the pool, her knees pulled up and thighs spread wide while her arms held him tightly and he fucked her pussy, or ass, in long fast strokes.

He had friends in town, of course, and went out on weekends, but that was usually at night. And he even dated escort bursa a couple of girls he had known in high school, scoring with one of them right away. But as good as that sex was, and it was good, it couldn’t take away the sexual fascination that he now had about his mother.

Then, one day while working at the printing plant, he got an idea. He would write about his sexual fantasy regarding his mother. He could write it on the desk top computer in his room and when his mother wasn’t home he could send it to the printer in the office and print it out. Then he’d have his own little book about his mother and him having sex.

When Robert got home that day, he had been thinking about sex stories and erotic literature and went on-line to see what was there. Almost immediately he discovered a site called Literotica and spent the next hour or so exploring it. That is, when he saw the section on incest stories, he went there and started reading. He was amazed at all the stories about sons and mothers, not to mention the ones about daughters and fathers, mothers and daughters, brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, and even grandparents all fucking each other. Either there were a lot of sick people in the world—such as himself—or incest, at least incest fantasy, was a normal part of human sexuality.

He decided then to write his story and submit it to Literotica. The thought of writing out his fantasies about his mother and publishing it where others, lots of others, would read it, excited and aroused him.

Robert made several attempts before deciding to tell the story just as he had seen it—his mother masturbating—followed by how he fantasized about seducing her and fucking her. But, of course, he didn’t use his or his mother’s real names. Now, he was finishing up his second chapter. In it, his mother had just finish sucking his cock and swallowing a big hot load of his cum. The first chapter was about his mother masturbating, as he had seen her when he had come home for her birthday. He had titled the story “Mom and Me.” Not very original, he knew, but just seeing the title and knowing what he was writing excited him.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Robert was home alone this weekend. His mother had gone to a seminar in San Francisco. Robert hit “save” then got up from his computer and answered the door. When he opened it, he was looking at his best buddy from high school, John Thompson.

“Dude!” I heard you were in town,” John said.

“My God, John! How is the Army treating you?”

“Could be worse. And it’s about to. I’m shipping out for Afghanistan on Wednesday.”

“Oh shit! Buddy, I don’t know what to say.”

“Not a problem. Just wish me good luck . . . and come with us. Look, I’ve got Darla out in the car. We’re going to my Uncle Dave’s place in the country. Kenny, Tamara, Jolene, Jared and, hell, I don’t know who else are going to be there. Uncle Dave’s going to buy the beer, but we have to spend the night. You with us Robert?”

“Well, I . . . .”

“Come on buddy. I’m your best friend. You’ve got to come. Hell! You don’t even need a change of clothes. We’re going to party, get drunk, fuck, do whatever. You know. You can wake up grungy and I’ll bring you home to shower and recuperate from your hangover . . . ’cause you know you’re going to have one.”

“Okay. You’re right, John. Let’s go.” Now that Robert thought about it, a party, especially a send-off party for John, seeing that he was going into a war zone, was something that he could really get into.

“You need to tell your mom or anything?

“Nope, she’s gone for the weekend. All I have to do is close and lock this door,” Robert said as he stepped outside, closed the door, took his keys from his pocket and locked the front door. The rest of the house was locked up, he knew.

“But, I’ll take my own car. I want to bring a friend. That is, can I bring a friend?”

“Male or female Robbie boy?”

“Female, of course.”

“Well, duh! Then of course you can. And, when you’re passed out, maybe I’ll get a little sympathy from her.” John leered and chuckled at Robert.

“And maybe you won’t make it to Afghanistan, buddy, what with having a couple of broken arms” Robert responded.

They both broke out laughing.

“You know how to get to my uncle Dave’s place?”

“Yep. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Robert walk to the curb where his car and John’s were parked. “Hi Darla.”

“Hi Robert. So you’re coming to the party?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. I’m going to go pick up a friend . . . that is, if she can come. If not, well, I’ll be there anyway.”

“Cool,” Darla smiled at him. “See you there.”

3. How Robert’s mother found out about his fantasy

By early Sunday afternoon Robert hadn’t made it home yet, but his mother had. She noticed that his car wasn’t parked at the curb, but thought nothing of it. As Kathy was carrying her overnight bag down the hall, she glanced into Roberts room and noticed that his computer screen saver was on. She sighed because she didn’t like wasting electricity. After putting her bag on her bed she went back to Robert’s room to “save” and then turn off her son’s computer. No telling how long he had been gone, nor how long he would be gone.

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I walked into my tiny little one bedroom shit-hole of an apartment as tired as I think that I have ever been. My eyelids felt as if they weighed ten pounds apiece, and I was scared that if I sat down to take off my boots, that I would just sleep there on the couch. I rolled my neck around and considered getting a quick bite before I turned in, but I see that Anthony, my live-in lover, left the kitchen a mess, so I didn’t want to bother. I just tossed my coat over a chair and… noticed two glasses on the coffee table. Hmmm. I listened intently in the dark, being as still as I could be. Murmuring sounds coming from the bedroom. Anthony gets his kid next weekend I thought, but, even then, it’s a Thursday. I crept down the hallway and placed the palm of my hand on the bedroom door and pushed just a touch. Good, no squeaking. I held a riding crop in my hand and my fist tightened around it. Taking a deep breath, I pushed violently on the door and barged in. My boyfriend Anthony, the self proclaimed ‘Italian Stallion’ was on top of some whore pumping her cunt with his needle dick! I can’t believe that they couldn’t have heard me! I drew the riding crop back and as hard as I could, I brought it down on his balls.

“THWACK!” The sound of slapped flesh filled the room.

“Urgh! Ohh!” His fat naked ass fell forward on the bed, fighting to maintain consciousness and get a breath at the same time. The Hispanic bitch that he was fucking absolutely freaked out and was yelling bloody murder. She ran towards me and I threw a beautiful left jab, right uppercut combo that cut her screaming short. I grabbed her hair and finally recognized her as the neighbor from across the hall.

“Let’s see what your husband does to you when he figgers out whatcha was doin’!” I dragged her the half dozen steps towards the front door and threw her naked ass out into the hall.

Let him deal with her, I thought. I had seen her many-a times with a nice shiner when the previous evening I had heard them yelling through the paper-thin walls of these condemnable apartments.

“Mariko! You…BITCH!”

I turned to see Anthony, cupping his rapidly swelling balls and leaning against the wall in the hall. I stood and waited for his inevitable bull rush. What was it about New York bred Italians that makes them think that they can ‘lay hands’ on their women?

He raised his hands and ran at me. Fat, pathetic little man. I easily dodged his rush and stuck him good with a straight right to the temple. I didn’t put my all into it; I wanted him to suffer a bit.

His face was beet red and he shook his head, as if to clear out the cobwebs. Again, he ducked his head and rushed, this time swinging his fists like a helicopter rotor, and again, I easily dodged it. I was through playing with has ass, and I launched a knuckle missile that caught him right on the button, and his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell, losing control of his bladder, pissing all over his naked self. I watched him for a moment, just to make sure that he was out before I strode to the bedroom to grab some clothes prior to me splitting.

I was halfway through shoving clothes into a little knapsack when I caught my image in the mirror. I could see why that girl freaked out. I was dressed all in leather, thigh high shiny leather boots with a six inch heel, leather thong and bustier, elbow length leather gloves, blood red lipstick, black wig and even blacker make-up. She probably thought that I was some vampire or demon coming for her adulterous ass. I wasn’t though; I was just coming home from a double shift as a Dominatrix. I’m damn good, too.

I grew up in a very fucked up family. My Japanese mother passed when I was seven and my brother, Benjamin was eighteen, and he left not long after. I don’t remember a lot about him, just that he would call me every week to ten days to check on me and see how I was doing. He hated my dad, and I grew to feel the same way. I learned how to fight from my dad, who used to teach at a self-defense school and in the military before he hurt his back working on the docks. He taught me everything that I knew by using it on me first. It made me tough. I was eleven when he first made me perform oral on him, and not much later than that he was fucking me. He never would enter my vagina; he would put it in my ass, or make me suck it. He would always say that I was ‘Daddy’s Little Virgin’. I would lay awake at night and dream of horrible ways to kill him.

The last time that I saw my brother was when I was thirteen. He was on leave from the military and he knew that something was wrong and tried to take me from Dad. My last memory of him was our tears running together down our cheeks as he fiercely hugged me goodbye.

“Hold onto our special place, in here,” He touched my chest, “go there when bad stuff happens and I will be there, O.K?”

I fought back a sob as Dad corkscrewed the rifle into Ben’s ribs and told him to get out. They argued and cursed each other all the way down the drive. bursa escort I couldn’t hear what they were saying anymore; I could just hear the inflection in their voices. Ben pointed at me sitting on the stoop and said something to my dad and turned and left. That was fifteen years ago. I don’t know what he said to him, but he never touched me again, in fact, he avoided me like the plague. Dad died two weeks prior to my graduation, and a lot of the town offered to take me in etcetera, but I was already eighteen and I really felt as if a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders.

I crossed the stage to get my diploma and kept right on going, jumping into dad’s 1992 Ford Super Crew diesel and going to the big city, I didn’t even shut the utilities off at the house, I never went back there. Luckily, father didn’t believe in banks and after he died, I found his stash of cash; even then, I was not ready for the city life.

I was very athletic growing up, playing in organized sports year round, mainly to keep me away from that god-awful house, but, in spite of myself, I was pretty good. Couple that with being a shut in and not having anything to do but read, I became quite the expert in fitness and exercise, which helped me get the job as a personal trainer in a gym in Brooklyn.

I was in demand, a blonde, 5’8″ fairly good-looking woman. I had an aspiring body builder’s musculature, tight ass and legs, defined abs, chiseled back and ripped arms.

Then, after about two years, Arthur Manfrido walked in.

This guy was something else. A moneybags 75 year old man who always got his way. Rumor was that he owned over half of the sex clubs in the city and was a tireless recruiter. He had heard about me through one of his paisanos. I flat refused him the first one hundred and fifty times that he offered me the moon, but, as my money ran low, so did my reserve.

“Wit yer bawdy, baby!” He cracked in his gravelly voice, “We’ll own the world!”

He took me in and gave me a lot, a set of 36 DD’s was the first thing, short sexual sessions every other week, and training in the BDSM world.

I took on the moniker of Mistress Pain and for over four years I was the Queen of the kinky world. It never failed to amaze me how many men wanted to be dominated, nay, humiliated by a muscular woman. My exotic look didn’t hurt, either. I looked like my mother, a gorgeous Japanese native, but with the height and blonde features of my father. I have shit on men, pissed on them, made them fuck themselves with dildo’s, whipped them, tied them up, you name it, I’ve done it. I got my fervor from the hatred I had for my father, and I took it out on those weak men that came to see me.

Invariably, I screwed things up. I got involved in a series of dead end relationships with losers and started doing a couple of lines every now and again, then, more often. Arthur booted me himself, which is when I got hooked up with that fat ass Anthony. Now, I am homeless again. Broke, again.

I sat on a bench at a bus stop to try and get my bearings. The cold wind whipped up around my legs and I realized that I was still wearing my uniform under my long coat. Not much protection from the cold. A solitary tear streaked my cheek as I realized the futility of the situation.

I snarled at a couple of men who stopped and asked me how much. I realized that I needed to get hoofing or I would get busted just sitting there. I bent down to get my bag…gone. FUCK!!!

I just doubled over and sobbed like the lost little girl that I was. Homeless and alone in a hard, cold city. I was at the end of my rope. I stood, deciding where to go next, when for some reason, I turned and looked at the bench that I was sitting on. The most familiar face stared back at me. Benjamin?

On the bench that I was sitting on was an advertisement for an attorney named Benjamin Harada, specializing in bankruptcy, divorce, yadda, yadda. I could barely tell if that was he. It looked like him, just older, with some gray around the temples. Very handsome. It then dawned on me that Harada was my mother’s maiden name; he must have assumed her name when he left us. A wave of nausea rose in me, I hadn’t seen him in fifteen years and couldn’t find him when I looked for him, he had changed his name!

I half staggered to a phone booth and stepped in, trying to regain my breath as my trembling fingers picked up the phone.

“Directory assistance, what city and listing?”

“Uhhh. Benjamin L. Harada, Brooklyn.” I was scared.

“Hold for that number.”

I almost passed out as the computer voice read off the ten digits.

I let the phone ring six, seven, eight times. It was after two A.M., I couldn’t expect much. Disappointed, I went to place the receiver down when I heard a muffled voice.

“Hello!” I nearly screamed into the phone, excited as I could be for being this cold.

“Who is this?” An obviously tired voice asked, none too pleasantly.

“Benjamin Wistler?” I inquired, heart pounding.

Silence. bursa escort bayan Silence from both ends of the phone.

“Mariko? Mariko, is that you?”

I burst into tears, great racking sobs that took my voice from me. Finally, my storm abated and he asked me where I was.

“Brooklyn Heights. East 37th and Glenwood.” I responded, choking back the tears.

“Oh my god, how long? I am in Sunset Heights! Don’t go anywhere, I am picking you up!” The phone went dead in my ear and I holed up in the phone booth for as long as I could, waiting out the cold. Finally, a nondescript late model Toyota Camry pulled to the curb. I watched as a man stepped out, scanning the area, looking for something, or someone. I left the phone booth and he turned my direction, locking eyes with me.

I launched myself at him and he deftly caught me in a bear hug, not too easy when you realize that I am over six foot with my heels on and about 145 pounds.

“Hey, hey, reunion time is later, let’s go get warm, I have some coffee brewing at my flat, and you can explain these to me.” Ben said, touching my boots.

I nodded and blushed, following him to his car.

Several miles later, he pulled up to a nice apartment building and he led me inside.

“Miko,” He used a nickname that only he and mom would call me. “Let me get your coat, I’ll hang it up.”

“Uh, I really don’t have much on under this, brother.”

“Fine, upstairs to the left is the bathroom, go take a hot shower and grab some sleep clothes from the dresser. You look hungry, I’ll cook something up.”

I bussed him on the cheek, still trying to convince myself that I was with him again, and ran up the stairs.

While I waited for the shower to get hot, I stripped down and admired my nude form in his wall size mirror in his master suite. My muscular form would put off some men, but I was still girlish. I had both of my long, sensitive nipples pierced, my belly button, my clit, and both labia. Yeah, I thought that I was hot.

After languishing in the paradise of that steaming hot shower for a little too long, I got out, toweled off and began to look for something to wear, as I had nothing. I rifled through Ben’s underwear drawer and nearly grabbed some boxers, but a colorful pair of bikini underwear caught my eye. I slipped them on and they fit like a pair of boy shorts, and they felt good against my shaved pussy. I slipped on an old Yankees jersey and looked at myself in the mirror, wet hair hanging around my shoulders, my tits made the fabric strain; my nipples were clearly outlined, even through the thick polyester. I undid the top two buttons, allowing my cleavage to spill out. Perfect.

I padded barefoot down the stairs when the smell of home cooking hit me and I realized how ravenous that I was.

“Wow, little sister isn’t so little anymore!” Ben joked.

I struck a little pose as he pointed to the dining room table. He had made Okinawa soba, lettuce wraps and steamed rice, all traditional Japanese foods, none of which I had eaten since mom died. Ben just watched me as I inhaled plate after plate of the delicious cuisine. Finally, I sat back and pushed the plate away from me.

“You can eat!” He smiled.

“Where is your wife, Ben?” I probed.

“Divorced.” He answered. “Three years ago. She didn’t like the fact that I was growing my own practice and had little time for her or time to start a family, so, off she went. I went to college after the military and then law school. As you can tell, I really immersed myself in learning mom’s culture, I am now fluent in Japanese and Chinese and my clientele is mostly Asian. I am no big shot attorney, but I get by.”

“You look like you do well.” I told him, looking around the large, split level flat that he owned. “You look good, too!”

He blushed deeply.

“Thanks. Your turn.”

“Well, dad stopped fucking me after you came to the house that time when I was thirteen, he pretty much never said two words to me at a time, which I was pretty much thankful for.”

Ben had a combination pitied/amazed look on his face. I continued.

“I bolted for New York city after I graduated and got tied up in the sex industry.” I was doing my best to shock him, and it was working. “I am not a prostitute, I worked as a Dominatrix, and I had a client list that would rival Heidi Fleiss. I had gotten involved in some rather fucked up relationships and started in on drugs pretty heavily. Next thing that you know, I am out in the street, and I see your face on a bus stop bench. My guardian angel.”

I smiled up at him nonchalantly as he was silent. He came towards me and took me into a hug.

“I am here for you now, we will never be separated again, honey. Remember our special place?”

I was bawling now, nodding my head and I reached out and touched his chest and then mine. We held each other for several minutes, both of us crying for the lost years.

We sat on the couch and drank escort bursa hot tea until the sun was high into the sky. Ben called his office and told them that he wouldn’t be in until Monday.

“Come on, you need to get some sleep, I’ll set you up in my spare.”

“No, the couch is fine, heck it’s a lot nicer than the bed that I had, I insist!”

He finally gave in and he retired up to his room. I nodded off briefly and was awoken by some random nightmare, not totally sure of where I was. Scared, I ran up the stairs to Ben’s open bedroom.

He had kicked the covers off of himself while he was sleeping and I got a good view of him. He was about the same height as me, five-eight or so, but he’s pretty wiry, thin with clearly defined musculature. I used to call him my ‘Bruce Lee’, because his body resembled his so much, and now, twenty years later, it hadn’t changed. He was sleeping on his back, clad only in some boxer briefs that clung to his body tightly. I raised my eyebrows at the large bulge in his shorts. Very nice, I thought.

I crawled into bed next to him and he stirred only briefly before settling back into a deep sleep. I propped myself up on my elbow and reached over, touching his chest with my fingertip, tracing his pectoral muscles lovingly. I grinned as his nipples stiffened; I love men’s nipples. My finger made its way down his abs to the little dusting of hair above the waistband of his underwear, and my heart was pounding in my chest so loudly I thought that he would awaken.

I looked at the monster that was lying just beneath the cloth that was his underwear. I was amazed, the shaft was lying to the left, and the big flange of his cockhead was very apparent. I traced my fingertip down his long shaft and over the tip of his penis, and then I felt back up his length between my thumb and forefinger. I was shaky with the thought of the taboo that I was inducing.

I sighed deeply and lay down with my head on his chest and fell into a heavy slumber.

I have been staying with my brother for nearly two months now. He was pretty strict with me, but he has helped me get over my drug problem, and now that I was clean, I went back to being a personal trainer. Benjamin is the only man that I have ever met that didn’t want to just get into my pants, he is my brother, but I was in love with him. I kept telling myself that it was just an infatuation, which it wasn’t real, but it has stuck with me like fine china white.

Not that I haven’t done everything in my power to get his attention aside from just jumping on him, I walked around the house in as little as possible, never with a bra, to no avail.

“Go get some clothes on, Miko.” He would say.

Finally, one Saturday afternoon, about two weeks before Christmas, I dragged him shopping with me. I was browsing through some blouses, selecting a couple to try on while listening to him complain about women shopping.

“Ben, you have never told me what the people at your office think of me.”

“Well,” He paused, “they like you, they think that you are a sweet girl.”

“No,” I stopped him, “what do they think I am?”

“What do you mean?” His face reddened, so I knew that he knew just what I meant.

“In all of the times that you have had get togethers, me being your sister has never come up, did you tell them that I am your lover?” I just asked him point blank.

Ben fidgeted around, playing with the zipper on his coat. He cleared his throat.

“I have, uh, never dissuaded them from thinking that you and I were, uh, together, no.” He finally looked me in the eyes and I could see his honesty in them.

I reached out and took his hand.

“Why?”

“My employees look up to me,” Ben started, “and, let’s face it, you are a very sexy woman. Once they met you and just placed us together…well…”

“So you think that I am sexy?”

“Shit yes, Mariko, very sexy. But you are my sister, what I think when you walk around the house in nearly nothing, I, I should be jailed!”

“I never thought that you noticed me!” I gushed, happy that his feelings were one with mine.

“That is a big step, Miko, and I don’t know if we should take it.”

As if to emphatically put an exclamation on his point, I stepped forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Step taken.”

I wanted to get his opinion between the two tops that I had selected so I had him wait outside the dressing room door. I pulled on the form-fitting shirt and looked in the mirror. Nice, I thought. I cracked open the door and asked Ben what he thought.

“Very nice.” He said, smiling and raising his eyebrows. For the first time, I noticed that his eyes crawled over my body, and I tingled to the core.

“Do you want to see the other one?”

“Sure.”

I snuck a peek into the narrow hall of the dressing area, then stood back and took off the top, baring my breasts to him. His eyes got as wide as dinner plates.

“Holee jeez!” Ben whispered.

I reached out and grabbed at the waistband of his slacks and pulled him into the dressing room, shutting the door behind me.

“Piercings?” He said, astonished.

“That’s not the only place!” I said, pulling his head down to my tits.

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My company sent me to Budapest for a few months. I didn’t speak Hungarian, but being unattached and knowing that a majority of the recent porn stars came from Central and Eastern Europe, I was looking forward to the trip. I arrived in late spring at Ferihegyi (the airport outside of Budapest), made my way through customs, and took a taxi to the apartment that my company had rented.

The taxi driver spoke some English, so he gave me advice on things to see while in country. As he navigated through the traffic, I kept getting distracted from the conversation by the women walking on the sidewalks. The fashion that spring seemed to be a white cotton dress which fell smoothly to just above the knee and a white thong. From the way their tits swung as they walked, it was apparent that most of the women were not wearing bras.

We reached the apartment, I unloaded my bags, paid the driver and collected his business card. After figuring out the locks on the door, I took the lift up to the second floor (three floors above the street, because Hungarians count “Ground, 1, 2,…” when numbering floors) and found my way to the apartment. The building was constructed around a central courtyard. The lift and a set of stairs were at one corner of the courtyard. Each floor had an open air walkway that ran around the courtyard and provided access to the apartments. My apartment was caddy-corner to the lift, so I had to walk halfway around the courtyard and past other people’s apartments to reach mine. Amazingly, I managed to unlock the apartment door and turn off the alarm system on the first try and without rousing the locals. That taken care of, I examined my home for the next few months.

Two bedrooms, the equivalent of two full baths (Hungarians have one room for the shower/bath and another room for the toilet with a sink in each), kitchen, dining room, and living room. Hardwood parquet floors throughout, plaster walls, somewhat older furnishings but a high speed wireless internet connection. The windows of one bedroom and the living room faced the street. The window of the other bedroom, the kitchen, and the dining room faced the courtyard. It’d do. Having found through past travels that the best way to cope with jet lag is to stay up as long as possible, I showered to remove the stink of the trip and then went out to find something to eat and drink.

The apartment building was on a street with a variety of stores, everything from a bakery (closed at this hour on a Sunday) to an electronics shop. I went into a bar, sat down, and ordered dinner and a beer. A few beers later, I’d come to the conclusion that the best one available was Leffe blond, a beer made in Belgium. Afterwards, I returned to the apartment and unpacked. As I switched through the TV channels available, the only ones in English were the BBC, the music channel, and the travel channel. Having gathered all of the news that I could stand during my journey, and not caring for the crap on the music channel, I left the travel channel on while I read. At the top of the hour the Travel channel turned to porn! Some of the scenes were in English, some were in Hungarian, most were pretty graphic. regardless of language, it made for relaxing watching prior to bed.

The next morning I got up, showered, and decided to go to the bakery for breakfast. I walked in and joined the end of the line, observing the customers in front of me closely to see if there were any peculiarities in ordering that I should follow. I couldn’t help but notice the young woman who was working the counter. Golden blond hair that fell in curls to between her shoulder blades, grey-blue eyes, a strong nose between high cheek-bones, and full lips above a well defined jaw were just the beginning. She had a dancer’s grace as she moved between the pastry case, the coffee pots, and the cash register. Her full, round breasts moved slightly beneath the white button down shirt and the globes of her ass caused her black skirt to sway as it fell to her ankles.

When my turn came, I greeted her in Hungarian, and ordered coffee and a croissant in a mixture of Hungarian, English, and gesture. She smiled at me as she got my order together and asked “British?”

“Nem, America-bul,” I replied.

She nodded and told me the pendik escort amount due in perfect English. I pulled bills from my wallet and handed them to her. She wished me a good day as she returned my change to the saucer on the counter. As a few of the other patrons had done, I left the change as a tip. She smiled again and thanked me as I turned away. I took a table that allowed me to watch both the people passing on the street outside and the girl behind the counter. It was a delight.

As I finished my breakfast, the line of customers disappeared and she began moving around the small cafe area, collecting used dishes. She stopped at my table to ask if everything was okay, “Very good,” I replied. “What is your name?” I asked.

“Kriszta,” she replied. “And yours?”

“I’m Jim,” I said. “You speak English very well.”

She smiled, “Thank you. How long will you be in Hungary?”

“A few months,” I said. We continued chatting for a few more minutes. I told her about the apartment across the street, what my company does, where in the US I’m from, etc. I did my best to pay attention to the conversation and not her proud breasts (which were just above eye level) or her spicy perfume. As she was getting back to work, she smiled and said, “I’ll see you later.” I watched her ass as she swayed to the back of the shop.

I spent the rest of the day in a haze of horniness. The women in their on the subway going to and from work, the secretary in our branch office, and the waitresses and patrons in the bar at dinner all served to tune me up to a sexual frenzy. All of them were attractive, many of them were dressed provocatively by US standards. That night, however, it was Kriszta who filled my fantasies.

Imagine my disappointment when I entered the bakery the next morning and realized that Kriszta was not the girl behind the counter! Swallowing my chagrin, I greeted the girl with a smile and ordered my breakfast with the same combination of english, hungarian, and gesture that I’d used the day before. Although, not as classically good looking as Kriszta, this girl was very attractive. Petite; dark brown, almost black hair to the small of her back; small perky breasts; and a full round ass. She gave me a sweet smile and wished me a good day as I paid for my meal and left the change once more as a tip. I sat at the same table as the day before, with one eye on the women passing in the street and the other on the girl behind the counter. The bakery’s uniform of white blouse and long black skirt suited this girl as well as Kriszta.

Once again, as I went through my day I was subjected to the delightful torment of Hungarian women. Two of the five people in our offices were women, Mia and Natasha. Both had brown hair dyed blonde and were well formed. Mia was slender, her hair to her shoulders and dyed completely blond, blue eyes, perky tits and a heart-shaped ass. Natasha had larger breasts and wore her hair longer but she, too, had blue eyes and a heart-shaped ass. Monday both women were dressed relatively conservatively and were all business. By Tuesday, they had begun to let traces of humor through.

I had lunch that day at a sidewalk cafe. On the way to the cafe, I was distracted by the secretaries, sunning on their lunch breaks. At the cafe, I watched as a fellow diner dropped her napkin and bent over to pick it up, her micro skirt riding up to expose a white thong to the world. On the street and on the escalators to the subway the bright summer sun shone through white cotton dresses, often outlining a woman’s thong-covered mound and dark nipples to my eager view.

That night Kriszta once again filled my fantasies. Wednesday morning I went back to the bakery. Kriszta wasn’t working, but the same petite brunette was. I found out her name was Jana before sitting down at my now customary table and enjoying the scenery as it moved past.

That day, Natasha wore a white, button down blouse and a dark skirt that came to just past the middle of her thigh. In the morning she came into my office to chat. We agreed that I should learn a new Hungarian word every day and started with “lashban” or “slowly” as in “speak more slowly, please.” Natasha spent most of the time we were talking with her hands up “fixing” her hair. escort pendik Since this position emphasized her large breasts and her blouse was unbuttoned in order to display a significant amount of cleavage, I quickly came to the conclusion that this girl liked to be watched.

All five of us went to lunch on Wednesday, and again I was surrounded by women wearing clothes that did little to conceal their charms. That afternoon, Natasha bent over to pick up something she’d “dropped” in front of my office door, exposing the top of her black thigh high stockings to me. I pretended not to notice her noticing me looking, while I enjoyed the brief glimpse of black lace and pale flesh.

By the end of the day, what with one thing and another, I was wound up tight. Masturbation wasn’t going to cut it anymore, so I decided to go to a strip club. Maybe not the best idea – going into a strip club alone in a foreign country where you don’t know the rules and can’t speak much of the language. But I figured the worst that would happen is I’d get rolled for a few bucks and at least I could get the girls to spin around “lashban.” I paid the $10 cover in Hungarian Forints and went in.

The club was pretty much the same as any similar establishment in the US, full of dark corners, flashing lights and music just a bit too loud. It was relatively early by Hungarian standards, only 8 pm or so, and the club wasn’t crowded. I found a seat along one wall with a good view of the stage and the rest of the room. A waitress wearing very little came over and took my order for a Lehe. The girl who was dancing when I came in was attractive but relatively forgettable. After another song, having stripped to nothing and performed the typical stripper bumps and grinds she left the stage. The waitress returned with my drink as the second girl got up on stage. She’d started dancing by the time I’d paid for the drink and tipped the waitress.

She wore a gauzy purple dress that fell off her shoulders and almost reached her knees with heels. As she spun, the dress flared out revealing a matching purple thong and thigh high stockings. So entranced was I by her movements, it took me almost a minute to realize that it was Kriszta. By then, the first song was over and her second song began. In classic stripper style she unlaced the front of her dress and slipped it off. The dress was tossed to one side and she continued dancing in thigh highs and thong. The thong was transparent enough that her neatly trimmed bush was visible from across the room.

Kriszta continued to dance through the second song, ending up lying on the floor and simulating masturbation. As the third song began, she lifted her hips and slipped her thong off. She rolled over and rubbed her pussy a little more with her ass in the air, then she climbed to her feet and continued dancing. I got up from my table and walked to the stage. Kriszta saw me coming and smiled. I slipped the Hungarian equivalent of $10 into her stocking, gently brushing the inside of her thigh as I did so and said, “Stop by when you’re free, I’ll buy you a drink.”

Kriszta finished her dance, collecting a few more tips. She stepped off of the stage and back into her panties, slipped her dress back on her arms and tied it loosely. She made her way over to my table as the next girl got into her routine. She smiled as she sat down and said, “What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?”

“Looking for a beautiful Hungarian woman to teach me the language,” I said. We continued flirting as the waitress delivered an overpriced glass of colored water.

Then Kriszta invited me to a back room for a private dance. After checking the price, I gladly accepted. She took my hand in hers and led me past a bouncer into the back room. Stalls were set up along the walls, open to the center of the room with solid walls almost to the ceiling and an oversize armchair in each. Kriszta led me to an empty chair out of direct sight of the bouncer. She pushed me gently back into the chair, then placed a knee on either side of me, straddling my lap.

She put her arms around my shoulders and leaned forward, pressing my face into her cleavage and rotated her torso against me. My hands ran along her legs from ankle to mid-thigh and back. She pendik escort bayan leaned back as she began untying her dress slowly and sensuously. She slid the dress apart, exposing her magnificent breasts. Firm, hemispheres of flesh capped by dark areolas the size of a half dollar and upstanding nipples. She cupped her breasts and rolled the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She leaned forward again, returning her arms to my shoulders, and pressed her bare breasts against my face.

I took a nipple between my lips and sucked gently. She pulled back with a soft laugh, “Ah-ah!” she said. “Can’t go too far on a first date!”

She climbed off of my lap and turned around. Her dress still hung from her shoulders, but I could see the soft curve of her ass through it. She bent forward at the waist and ran her hand slowly up and down the inside of her thigh. I could see the mound of her pussy through her thong and almost-transparent dress, but her pussy lips themselves were hidden by a thicker patch of fabric along the crotch of the thong. She turned and stepped up onto the chair, one foot one either side of me. My hands slid up her legs, from heel to knee, then slowly higher. She was tall enough that her pussy was just at eye-level. I could see her trimmed pubic hair and smell her spicy perfume through her panties.

As my hands reached the top of her thigh-highs, she placed both feet between my legs and slid her body down mine. Her thong-covered pussy brushed against my nose and mouth, then her belly. She paused her slide for a moment as her breasts reached my face and her ass reached my hands. I cupped each globe gently during the pause, then slid my hands along her sides. She ended on her knees between my legs, my hands pressed against the side of her breasts and those magnificent mounds pressed around my rapidly expanding cock.

She rubbed her breasts against my cock a few times. As she did so, I slipped a hand around to gently squeeze a breast. She backed off and smiled while saying, “You can’t keep your hands off of me, can you?”

“It’s just too much temptation,” I replied.

“Here’s what we’re going to do then,” she said. She stood up and slipped the dress off of her shoulders. Tossing it over the back of the chair, she turned around and sat in my lap. She took my hands in hers and laid back along me. Looking over her shoulder I had a great view of her magnificent breasts. My cock rode along the crack of her ass as she began moving against me.

I moaned quietly and blew gently in her ear. As she developed a rhythm, she squeezed my hands tightly, then began sliding her hands, with mine underneath them, across her flat belly. I matched my breathing with hers, then slowly started increasing the pace. Her eyes closed as she continued to rock back and forth and her breathing sped up. Her hands pulled mine up onto her tits.

“Pinch my nipples,” she whispered. I complied.

“Harder,” she said. I squeezed each nipple tightly between thumb and forefinger, drawing a moan out of her. I cupped her breasts, then began rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefingers, paying attention to her breathing and tweaking them harder at appropriate times. she kept rotating her hips moving against me, eyes closed, breathing more and more quickly and I continued to play with her tits. Less than a minute later she let out a sharp moan and shuddered. Her legs squeezed together. Her back arched, lifting her ass off of my lap. She let out a long sigh as she lowered her ass back down to my lap.

She moved to sit up, her eyes opened wide. I pressed her back against me saying, “Stay there for a minute.”

She lay back and looked over her shoulder at me. “I’ve never cum at work before,” she said.

“Well, I’m happy that I could help you fix that,” I replied. She laughed softly.

“I don’t want to get you wet, this thong must be soaked through” she said and slid off of my lap and onto her knees between my legs once more. “I’d love to give you another, more private dance,” she said as she laid her cheek along my still erect cock. She stood up over me, dangling her tits in my face and said, “I get off at 8. Would you like to meet me for a drink at Dr. Watson’s down Tatra street?”

“I’d love to,” I answered.

“Good,” she said. “When we walk out, leave right away and go to the bar. I’ll meet you there after I’ve finished work and cleaned up a bit.” She kissed my cheek and led me from the back room back to the main floor.

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Road Trip to Boston

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“Hey Jenny,” my older brother Sebastian called from the living room. I could hear the question in his voice; I could almost see the blush on his face. With a rush of adrenaline I realized what he was about to ask. “Do we have time for a quick wank before we go?”

I finished washing up and closed the bathroom door behind me. My twenty-five year old math genius brother was sitting on his couch, peering anxiously at me from behind his large, owl-like glasses. We were supposed to be leaving right now. We were supposed to be going downstairs to my illegally parked Jetta, and then swing by my friend Jessica’s place, and then drive up to Boston where Sebastian would be attending a mathematics symposium and Jess and I would be catching our friend’s band playing their first out of town gig.

“Of course we have time,” I said, unable to keep the smile off my face, “But we have to be quick about it.”

Sebastian is so cute, all 6’4″ of him. I don’t understand why he’s never really had a girlfriend. I guess he just needs to find a girl who is smart enough to appreciate his geekiness, and aggressive enough to cut through his shyness. He is kind of like an over-sized Tigger; full of energy and innocence and enthusiasm and hilarity. And then in the presence of an attractive girl (I should know, I’ve tried to set him up before), he gets all stiff and sober and starts going off about Set Theory and Imaginary Numbers and the Calculus of Newton. I swear, sometimes that boy is impossible.

Speaking of being impossible, he already had his jeans down, and his penis was sprawling across his lap, all plump and firm and delicious looking.

We hadn’t done this in a long time, not since he started grad school. Sometimes I thought he must have outgrown our little game, and though I had certainly had my fair share of encounters since I had been in college, I have to confess that I had missed playing with him. This was something special, just between the two of us.

I sat down on the futon couch next to Sebastian. “We have to be quick,” I reminded him, “we’re already late to pick up Jess.”

“I know,” he said, “Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”

For just a moment, I contemplated dropping my head onto Sebastian’s lap, sucking that cock, making him come with my mouth, really blowing his mind. I had had this nasty thought many times before and I had never acted on it. As much as I love giving head (and I do love giving a great blowjob), this was my brother we were talking about. And the rules of the game had always been: As long as it’s only touching, we weren’t doing anything wrong. As long as we just masturbated each other, it wasn’t incest.

It’s amazing, how good the human mind is at rationalizing.

I peeled my olive tank top off so that he could watch my breasts jiggle while I worked. He always seemed to appreciate that, and frankly I liked him watching me.

His cock certainly appreciated the gesture. It was standing straight up, and leaking a little clear precome. I wrapped my hand around his familiar, comfortable girth and started pumping.

Because I was in a hurry and wanted to bring him off quickly; hell because I was turned on and horny and curious about how he’d react, I slipped my free hand between his thighs; caressed his balls tenderly for a moment, and then slid further back into uncharted territory. Probing gently between his ass cheeks, I found his anus. My last boyfriend had taught me this trick and I was anxious to see if Sebastian would like it too. As I stroked his hot dick, I tentatively circled that little hole. He arched his back and moaned. I took that to be a go-ahead signal. Very gently, I worked the tip of my forefinger up inside him. At the same time I pumped his dick hard and fast until my shoulder ached, squeezing him for all I was worth.

I thought it worked just fine. Sebastian arched his back and yowled like a tiger. I felt his body squeeze my finger as he came, which I thought was sexy as hell. Fortunately Sebastian had pulled his own shirt pendik escort off already; he shot a big fat load of semen all over his belly. Some droplets made it all the way up past his nipples! I released him from my grip and went to work slurping up his salty, slightly bitter juices. Hey waste not want not, right?

Normally this would have been the part where I would have pulled down my Capri pants and climbed onto his lap and Sebastian would have gotten his finger nice and slippery and driven me crazy drawing tiny circles around my clit and finger fucking me to a humongous orgasm. But we were already late and Jessica hates it when I’m late and traffic would only be getting worse anyway. So regretfully I pulled my top on and Sebastian got his clothes back together and we headed downstairs to my (mercifully unticketed) car.

We stopped uptown and picked up Jessica (who was late herself and therefore had no grounds to be annoyed) and got on 95 headed north. Sebastian, who doesn’t drive, sat in the passenger seat next to me while Jess sat in the back. Traffic was heavy, and I had to concentrate on driving for a while. It took me some time to realize that Sebastian, ordinarily a chatterbox, was being quiet as a mouse. That could only mean one thing: he must think that Jessica was cute. Well, he wasn’t the only one.

Jessica was a little shorter than me, red-haired, curvy as all hell, smart, and funny. She was my best friend at college, and I had more than a little bit of a crush on her. We had booked a hotel room in Boston together, and until Sebastian had asked if he could come along for his math conference, I had entertained nasty schemes of seducing her.

For a while, Jess and I talked about school and our friends and the band we would be seeing that night, while Sebastian sat and listened. Then the driving got monotonous, and Jess settled back with her ipod for a nap.

I felt something tugging at the drawstrings of my Capri’s. Oh My! Sebastian was being a little frisky… not that I minded; I was still horny from our little escapade early on in his apartment. I glanced in the rearview mirror: Jessica was slumped against the window, eyes closed, earbuds tucked into her ears. I skootched my ass up to give Sebastian better access.

“You think she’s hot, don’t you?” I whispered.

“Maybe.” He whispered back.

“Maybe means Yes.” I breathed back at him, but by then his exploring fingers had found what they were looking for, and I needed all my concentration just to keep the car on the road.

All the way through Connecticut, and halfway through freaking Massachusetts, Sebastian drove me crazy with his long, probing fingers. I couldn’t ever quite come- he couldn’t get quite vigorous enough with his hand inside my pants; and I couldn’t let go enough (I was driving after all). It was exquisitely frustrating, delicious and naughty and tantalizing. By the time we started to get close in to Boston and traffic started to get really intense again, I was quite sure I’d made a big sticky puddle in the drivers’ seat and that the car must absolutely reek of excited female. Sebastian took his fingers back and licked them off for me, looking equal parts sheepish and pleased with himself.

Damn, if I didn’t have an orgasm soon…

We dropped Sebastian off at the University to go play with the other math geeks, then Jess and I parked the car and went to the show. Our friends’ band rocked, there were a lot of people there, and we had a great time. By the time we got back to the hotel, it was after midnight and Sebastian was already asleep on the other twin bed, snoring softly.

We turned out the light and tumbled into bed. I was bone tired, a little drunk, and sexually wired for sound. I had been hyper-aware of my poor swollen clitoris all night long, and I thought there was a good chance I could come by just squeezing my thighs together. I wondered if I had it in me to screw together my courage and make a move on Jess.

Harsh neon light spilled through the curtains escort pendik from the building across the street. I could make out Jessica lying on top of the sheet across the bed from me, wearing an oversized white t-shirt.

I rolled over, closer to Jess. I wondered if she could see my erect nipples through the thin fabric of my bedtime shirt in the dim light. I could feel her breath on me. This was it. I had to say something. I had to make a move.

“I saw what was going on in the front seat today,” Jessica whispered to me “Tramp.”

My heart sank down into my toes. I felt my ears burning.

“You little twat,” she giggled, “He’s your brother.”

I didn’t know what to say. How could I explain to her that it was just a game that Sebastian and I played together?

“So…. Are you fucking him?”

“No…” I felt tongue-tied, “It’s just a game… between us… that we play sometimes…” I trailed off lamely.

“Are you sure?” she smirked. I nodded sheepishly. “I’d fuck him. For sure.”

“You ought to,” I said, “He thinks you’re hot.”

“Really? Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?”

“Mind?” I said, “Of course I wouldn’t mind!”

“I think he’s really cute.” Jessica rolled over onto her back “It’s too bad he’s so shy.”

“I know, I know.” I sighed.

“He finger-banged you all the way from New York to Boston, didn’t he?”

“Pretty much.” I admitted.

Jessica sat up in bed. Her large breasts jiggled pleasantly under her t-shirt. Sometimes I wish mine were big like hers. “You’re nasty Jenny,” I could see the smile on her face, “You sure you’re not fucking him?”

“Jess!” I said, “He’s my brother! I couldn’t do that! We just, you know, play sometimes.”

“I see.” she said, though I wasn’t sure that she did at all.

A little while later, Jessica was asleep. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep. I was way too worked up, way too frustrated. It was late, and my eyes ached.

All too aware of Jessica’s presence in the bed next to me, I squirmed my panties down around my knees. Just the feeling of the night air on my (very!) wet pussy drove me deliciously crazy. The idea of illicitly masturbating next to my best friend (who –gasp- now knew my most deep, dark secret!) just added to the sexiness of it all. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, which was absolutely drooling, and stroked my clit. Sure enough, pretty much right away I was coming, and hard. I tried not to shake the bed, tried not to make too much noise. I bit down on my lip hard.

But one wasn’t going to be enough. My body wasn’t about to allow that. Even as the last spasms from my first orgasm passed, my fingers were busy again. I allowed my fingers to penetrate my pussy, spreading my wetness up down and all around. God, I was exhausted and turned on, drifting in between dreaming and consciousness.

And maybe I imagined it, or maybe I dreamed it or made it up in my head, or maybe it was real after all, but Jessica snuggled up against me. I felt her large, heavy breasts press warmly against my back. She kissed my neck and stroked my hair and her fingers found their way down to that sticky slippery place between my legs, and then they were all over my ass, exploring that secret place between my cheeks where I so longed to be touched, and then her fingertip was working its way up into my asshole and I was so excited I was in tears and she was penetrating me and I felt so full and turned on and I wasn’t sure I could take any more and I didn’t ever want her to stop…

…and when I woke up the morning sunlight was streaming in through the window and I was all twisted up in the sheets and I had kicked my panties off so they were hanging from one ankle and I was alone in the bed.

I heard them before I saw them. I looked over and there they were: Sebastian was lying on his back on his bed squinting as he always did when he didn’t have his glasses on, and Jessica was straddling him on all fours, her red hair a wild mess, her breasts hanging down into pendik escort bayan his face. I have to admit it- the first thought that went through my head was “Damn, she has beautiful tits!”

As I watched, Sebastian sucked and licked on Jessica’s boobs. I felt a twinge of jealousy. My brother’s cock was nice and fat and hard, lying on his flat stomach. I felt bad for feeling jealous. I wanted him to have her.

Jess looked over at me and grinned. She climbed up off him and clambered off the bed and over to her overnight bag. She caught me staring at her nakedness and grinned again, a big happy horny smile. I couldn’t believe what was happening. She looked so sexy!

She tore open a condom and rolled it carefully onto Sebastian’s erection. “This is our second round,” she smirked, “You slept through the first one.”

I couldn’t believe it. My fingers found their self-conscious way downstairs to my pussy which I discovered was already copiously wet. “You’re too far away,” Jess informed me. She was rubbing Sebastian’s latex-clad penis up and down her pretty pussy, which I was interested to note was a slightly darker auburn red than the hair on her head.

Ditching my t-shirt (and the last shreds of my modesty), I climbed onto the bed next to them. Jessica had positioned my brother’s cock right at her opening. Her lips were purple and pouting open hungrily; I could see her wetness literally dripping down onto him in sticky strands. It was downright pornographic.

As I watched, she lowered herself onto him, swallowing his cock until their pubes were kissing. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. It was so hot! Sebastians’ eyes were open, but unfocused. His hands were on her boobs, which jiggled nicely as she moved. I thought I might melt! Jessica was bouncing up and down, grinding herself on Sebastian’s nice big cock. I held my breath and reached out, cupping her ample, jiggling ass. It felt good in my hand, soft and sexy.

“Do it to her,” Jessica rasped, “Finger her. I want to watch.”

As if in a trance, Sebastian removed one hand from her breast. Her nipple was fat, pink and erect. He reached over, in between my legs where my own finger was already busy on my engorged clitoris, and then he slipped his long, talented forefinger up inside me.

“Oh fuck yes,” Jessica gasped, “Make her come!”

Sebastian knew just how to rub me, and between his finger and mine and watching Jess’ body bounce up and down and the smell of sex and her girl juices all over his condom, I was in the stratosphere. I think I actually screamed out loud when I orgasmed, which was kind of embarrassing, but it felt so good I didn’t care.

“Come over here,” Jess told me. I don’t know how, but I knew exactly what she wanted me to do.

Sebastian’s finger was still up inside me. Jessica raised herself up onto her knees so that only the head of Sebastian’s cock was still inside her. I’d never seen another girl’s pussy so up close before. I could see her clit and everything, straining out from behind its little hood. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around Sebastian’s familiar girth and started pumping, short fast strokes like the wings of a butterfly.

It felt weird to be jacking him off through a condom. Weird, but in a good way. He was very hot, and all slippery sticky with her come. I loved the smell of their sex. I pumped harder, faster. Sebastian was super excited, I could tell from the heaving of his stomach and the way his balls were drawn up tight. Jessica had her clit pinched between two fingers and was jilling for all she was worth.

Sebastian’s finger curled up inside me as he shot off, triggering another little orgasm from deep inside me. Jessica was coming too, flushed red and breasts heaving, her fingers a blur on her clitoris. She was so beautiful when she came.

As she settled down and as Sebastian’s cock shyly shrank, I sat up on the bed, feeling self-conscious and exquisitely naked. Jess kissed Sebastian on the lips, long and smoldering and sensual. Then she turned, and taking me utterly by surprise, kissed me hotly on the lips.

“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” she whispered in my ear, “We are going to have a lot of fun together. I just know it.”

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Hospitalized

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“I can’t believe that you sprained your damn ankle, Trina,” said Beth.

Yeah, it all happened pretty fast. I traveled all the way to friend’s small town to visit her, and then I trip over a cord at her house, and now I’m in a hospital bed.

“Well, I can’t believe it got so bad that I had to the hospital,” I responded, staring at my left foot.

Beth was kind enough to set me up with her own doctor. Hopefully that’ll help with the bill not being killer. Plus, she’s talked about him before. He was supposed to be cute.

“Don’t worry,” Beth tried to reassure me. “You’ll be out of here in a week or so.”

“I hope,” I said cynically.

“But shit, you got lucky. A whole room to yourself!”

“I know! I don’t have to listen to old people!”

As we laughed together, the nurse opened the door. “The doctor will be seeing you now,” she said. And then he walked in. He was a black giant! He stood at 6’8″ and was built like a truck. He kind of looked like Michael Clarke Duncan.

He walked to the edge of my bed and held out his huge hand. “Trina, is it?” he asked.

“Y-yes,” I stammered as I shook his hand. Mine were dwarfed compared to his.

“Excellent,” he said. “I’m Dr. Moore. Beth told me about your unfortunate accident. However, a few days rest will cure your ankle.”

I was enthralled. It was as if this guy crawled out of my dreams. I had a thing for black guys, body builders, and intelligence. This guy had it all. I could barely keep my eyes off of him.

Beth looked at her watch. “Shit! I’m going to be late for work. I’ll see you tomorrow, Trina! Bye Mr. Moore.” She walked out of the room, leaving me and Dr. Moore alone. But that didn’t last long.

“I have to go and straighten some things out,” he said. “I’ll return in an hour or so. If you need anything, just ask.” When he got up he accidently hit the nightstand, but laughed it off and left.

When I was sure he was gone, I took off my leg brace and got up. That’s right. I faked it! I wanted to meet Dr. Moore ever since Beth first started talking about him, and now I was going to fuck him. I sifted through all the patient gowns they had, and put on the smallest one I could find. The cloth barely covered my pussy. I was ready to seduce him.

I hid on the blind side of the door. As promised, Dr. Moore walked in and stopped, seeing that the room looked empty. He walked behind him. “Hey, Dr. Moore,” I cooed.

Without being startled, he turned around and looked down at me. “You shouldn’t be walking on your foot.”

“I faked it,” I replied. “I came here…” I pushed my tiny body against him, his mega bulge pressed against my upper belly.

He didn’t back away, which was a good sign for me. “I didn’t know you were a crazy slut.”

“Super crazy and super slutty!” I put my finger between my lips. “Won’t you treat me, doctor?”

He bent down and whispered in my ear. “Tonight. On your bed. Be ready, because you’re in for way more than you bargained for.”

After that he left. I started jumping around like a little girl. I was going to fuck Dr. Moore!

Nightfall came fast. I sat in my bed, my pussy tingling about what was about to happen. Based on his bulge, I could tell that he was at least eleven inches long, and I couldn’t even guess how thick!

At around nine o’clock, Dr. Moore finally entered my room. He closed the door, locked it, and blacked the door window with a piece of black paper.

I started asking questions, trying to keep up my pendik escort personality for him. “What if someone hears us?

“The rooms are sound proof,” he said as he walked across the room to the windows.

“What if a nurse walks in?”

“Your nurse is officially off duty. You need something, you ask only me. Anyways, I own this hospital from the inside out. I’d could bang you in front of all the staff and nobody would report a thing.” He closed the curtains, then started walking over to my bed.

I smiled. “Are you going to abuse me, Dr. Moore?”

He disabled the nurse calling button and pulled a camera out of his lab coat. “Just you see.”

He pointed the camera at me and started recording. “Today’s patient is Trina Fark. She is eighteen, 5’0″, and has a tramp stamp on her back saying ‘Built for Blacks.'” I didn’t know how he knew that. I assumed that Beth told him once. “Now,” he continued. “Our patient today suffers. From a terrible condition, one that I simply will not allow in my hospital: Anal Virginity.” My eyes popped open and my pussy twitched. I couldn’t believe it. He was going to fuck my virgin ass, and I had no problem with it.

“Please, cure me doctor!” I said, playing along with the role-play.

“You asked and you shall receive,” he replied. “Now, get on all fours. The audience needs to see how bad your condition is.”

I obeyed without question. I got on my hands and knees, displaying my ass. My dress rode up, revealing my wet pussy.

He pushed the gown up and showed my tattoo off before pointing the camera at my anus. “As you can see folks, this is a class-A case. I bet that I would have a hard time fitting a pencil in there. Good thing I have the right tool for the job.” He undid his pants and flopped out his cock, making my mouth drop. It was eighteen inches long, and was as thick as a wine bottle! Not to mention his huge, orange-sized balls.

He smiled. “Treatment will consist of a full, forceful insertion in the anal cavity. Lube is not going to be used.”

He climbed on the bed behind me. “Do you want to be treated, slut?” he asked.

I bit my lip. Although I was scared I reached back and spread my butthole apart as far as possible. “Cure me doctor!”

With that he forced his head against my asshole. I groaned in pain as he probed me, trying to fit. I honestly did not believe that he could actually do it. It was simply too big. But if he wanted it, I wanted it. Even if it did hurt like a motherfucker. I was turned on by sexual violence anyway.

Dr. Moore finally got the head in my no longer virgin ass. “Beginning treatment now,” he said right before thrusting hard inside me. I cried out in pain. I felt like I was tearing apart. Yet I wanted more.

As more inches were forced into me I began to wonder if I made a mistake sleeping with this guy. At this rate, I’d be ruined for life. But then I remembered all of the cocks I’ve seen. Some were small and tiny, while others were average. The biggest she had seen in the past was seven inches, and this monster was packing another eleven. “I’d be a mistake to NOT sleep with him,” I thought to myself.

He got his cock halfway inside me before changing things up a little. He pulled a tripod out from under the bed and set the camera on it, with the view focused on our side. I guessed that this just happened to be the room where he fucked patients. Then he reached around and grabbed my neck with huge hand, choking me as he deflowered my ass. Then his pace quickened, escort pendik forcing more of himself into me. I could feel it. A strong climax was building.

When I finally felt his heavy balls slap against my drenched pussy I orgasmed instantly. My whole body convulsed and spasmed, my ass tightening around his thick pole which was still fucking me. As I was lost in the most blissful orgasm of my life, his hand squeezed my neck harder, not only choking me but nearly crushed my windpipe.

After half an hour of brutal sex that looked like hate fucking, he finally pulled out of me when I was close to orgasming again. I was irritated about that, but I couldn’t stay mad at him. I knew he had other plans for me.

He got off the bed and took the camera in his hand again, pointing it at me and my gaping ass. “I have good news,” he said. “You are officially cured of Anal Virginity. But your treatment is not done yet.”

He positioned me on my back with my head hanging of the bed. He pointed his cock at my face. I stared at it in disbelief that I took it all in my ass.

“The second part of your treatment,” he began. “It will consist of an insertion in the throat to dispense medicine into your stomach.” My pussy twitched again, and I smiled. This man gave me the anal orgasm of a lifetime. It was only fair for me to suck him off.

I opened my mouth as wide I could. I stared at the cock as it entered my mouth, glimmering from the juices in my ass. I started gagging once the head was in, but he didn’t stop there. He began face fucking me as hard as he ass fucked me, until he finally slipped into my throat. I could hear him grunt as he rammed more of his cock in me. I couldn’t breathe!

He didn’t seem to care though, and forced more and more in my throat, until his fat balls were slapping my nose. His pace quickened, and he starting thrusting harder. I reached around and grabbed his ass. I could tell he was going to cum, and I wanted every drop.

After four powerful strokes he gave a mighty groan as he shot a pint of hot cum straight into my stomach. His cock seemed to pump for ages before stopping. He kept his cock in my throat. “Treatment complete,” he said.

Right when I was going to faint from the lack of air, Dr. Moore pulled his cock out of my throat, letting gasp for air. I coughed up a mix of saliva and cum, which spilled on the tiled floor. He smiled and placed his cock on my shoulder, still recording. “Will you be visiting us again?” he asked me.

Through teary eyes and a damaged throat I managed to say “Yes.”

I sat there, kind of embarrassed. Beth stared at me in my new condition. She left thinking that I had a sprained ankle, and now she finds me here with huge bruises on my neck, a bruised pelvis, and anal and intestinal trauma. Twelve hours ago I earned all these, and forgot to consider how Beth would feel about it.

Yet she didn’t look mad at all. “I take it you had fun last night?” she asked.

I smiled and tried to speak. I sounded like I lost my voice after screaming over a rave. “Dr. Moore is a monster!”

She smiled back. “Oh believe me, I know. I rather enjoy coming in for my flu shots, if you catch my meaning.”

I giggled. Beth knew the glory of her doctor’s cock, and I wasn’t surprised. Who knew how many times they’ve fucked. I bet God didn’t even know.

“Hey,” I said. “Did you happen to see my phone anywhere? I can’t find it.”

Before she could answer, the door opened, and Dr. Moore walked in. When I pendik escort bayan saw him I got glassy eyed and stared at him. I felt like a middle-schooler that had a crush on a teacher.

He walked up to Beth and handed her a wad of cash. “You’re cut,” he said.

I was confused. A cut? Like a payment? I managed to ask “for what?”

They both smiled at me. Beth walked next to me and showed me her phone. A video was playing. It was me, getting fucked by Dr. Moore! As I was in shock, the video minimized revealing that it was posted on an illegal porn site! “You’re quite the star,” she said. “Six million views. And Dr. Moore got another thousand subscribers.”

I couldn’t believe it. Dr. Moore ran a porn site? And made money off of it? But I still didn’t understand why she got a cut. “Why did you get a cut, though?” I asked.

“For bringing you here. I showed a nude of you to Dr. Moore and he wanted to cast you in a video. So I invited you to visit. It was obvious that you faked your ankle, so I took the opportunity to take you here.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, even though it hurt. The whole situation was hilarious. They set me up, and I fell for it. I wasn’t even pissed. I was thankful.

Then Dr. Moore entered the conversation. “Now about your bill. I noticed that you don’t have any insurance at all.”

“Great,” I thought to myself. He still wanted his money, even after last night. “Fine” I said. “How much do I owe you?”

“Eleven thousand dollars.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Eleven thousand? He had to be kidding. “You can’t be fucking serious!” I tried to yell.

“I’m dead serious. Plus I’m doubling it since you were such a slut last night.”

Now I was pissed. I couldn’t possibly pay that all off. After how amazing this guy was, I would have never guessed his big flaw was that he was a money-grubber. “How the fuck am I supposed to pay that?” I asked.

Beth smiled as Dr. Moore spoke. “You’ll be paying off your debt with more videos every night. You better get used to using your ass, because my viewers are demanding more. Depending on the revenue of each video, I’ll tick off a bit from your bill. But don’t expect to leave this hospital for another month.”

I should have been angry. I should have felt betrayed, but instead my pussy twitched. I was okay with this. In fact, I was quite happy about it!

Dr. Moore walked over to me and pulled his cock out, letting it land on my shoulder. “But because you sassed me, you’re also going to swallow my cock every day for breakfast, starting now.” I couldn’t stop staring at his cock. It was like seeing it for the first time again.

“Also,” he continued as he pressed his cock against my cheek. “It’s not going to help your bill. As a rule, I only record at night, so you’re gonna do it for free.”

I was so turned on. My ass and throat were going to be so tender and sore every day, and he was still going to fuck me. I already made my mind that I would do it, but I wanted to know his end game. I wanted to know what card he had up his sleeve.

“What if I refuse?” I asked innocently.

He smiled and pulled my phone out of his pocket. He was the one who took it! “If you refuse, then I’ll send all of your personal information to my subscribers. All one million of them. Address, phone number, job, even your favorite glory hole. Hell, because you had the nerve to ask, I might end up posting them anyway! But not until after I break every hole you got.”

It was all so damn hot. I was on fire. I was glad that Beth brought me here, even if it was for profit. This was going to be a good long month, and I was ready for it. I opened my mouth so that he could fuck my throat again, right in front of Beth.

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Right or Left? Ch. 06

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It has been awhile since my last chapter, and I want to thank everyone once again for your support and encouragement to continue writing this evolving incest saga.

The story continues with Jeff and Wendy (brother and sister) and his new girlfriend Kylah as they prepare the weekend before their upcoming spring break vacation.

In this chapter:

Four Fucking Days (Thursday).

Backstory:

Kylah’s mom, Jasmine, tried to seduce her daughter’s boyfriend, Jeff; but instead, he took control, and she spent the afternoon having the best sex of her life. After realizing there was more to life than being a pastors wife, she decided she no longer wanted to be with her domineering husband.

That evening Jasmine told her husband she was leaving him and fearing for her safety her and her daughter took refuge at Jeff and Wendy’s house.

As chance would have it, Jeff and Wendy’s parents are in another city looking for a new home to coincide with their dad’s promotion and transfer. Their trip left Jeff and Wendy alone in the house for four days to fuck, suck and get nasty.

This story may contain peanuts so if you’re allergic to incest, brother/sister, and mother/daughter, anal, oral, multiple partners, ass to mouth, fisting, or sex, in general, please do not go any further.

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Thursday Night

Jeff stood naked in his bathroom, the reflection in the mirror stared back at him, piercing blue eyes taking account of what they saw. Tall, dark-haired, slim with a muscular build, an above average cock. A rugged face, handsome, but not in a pretty-boy fashion. Jeff rubbed a hand over his well-defined abdomen down to his floppy cock; he was a ‘shower.’ His soft cock was substantially larger than most men’s full erections and much thicker. Jeff knew he was well endowed but never bragged about the size of his cock or thought he was better than any other man; it just was what it was. He liked the hefty weight of his cock, it felt good in his hand as he lifted it up, his fingers not quite touching his thumb because of the thickness. Jeff wasn’t narcissistic in his evaluation of himself he just felt Karma had blessed him.

Filling a glass of water, Jeff took one of the ‘blue pills’ his friend Dr. Low had given him earlier today. The pills were to supplement his prowess when he joined Wendy and Kylah on their spring vacation next weekend. Jeff decided some chemical enhancement might be needed to keep up with them. Right now both of them were waiting for him to return to the bedroom and fuck them. The biggest surprize was Jasmine, Kylah’s mom, had joined in as well.

Jeff entered his bedroom and the soft light from one of the night table lamps cast shadows over the three naked women. They were all lying on their bellies on the edge of his bed their feet on the floor, and their bare asses pointed at the bathroom door. The girls were talking and giggling among themselves as they held hands and waited for Jeff to return and fuck them.

Wendy, Jeff’s sister, was on the left, his girlfriend Kylah was in the middle and Kylah’s mom, Jasmine, was on the right. The moment was too precious not to record, so unnoticed he picked up his phone and captured a few pictures. As Jeff admired the three women he thought they blended perfectly, Wendy with her white skin, Kylah with her mocha skin and Jasmine with her black coffee skin. Wendy and Kylah shared similar ass shapes with Kylah’s just a little wider; Jasmine, on the other hand, had a full ass, not fat but extra wide and what most referred to as a ‘bubble ass.’ Jeff stood quietly enjoying their bonding, not wanting to break their intimate moment,

Kylah saw him first. “Hey boyfriend!” she said as she admired his semi-hard cock, “we’re ready for action!”

“I can see that!” laughed Jeff as he admired the view, “Three perfect asses and pussies. Now, where do I start?”

Each girl shouted ‘me’ as they tried to entice him by twerking their bum’s at him. Jeff casually walked up to them and ran his hand over one ass then onto the next and back again. He would stop at each woman and lightly rub their rosebud before sliding a finger down to explore how wet her pussy was. Jeff wasn’t surprised to find each woman aroused.

Jeff chose his sister first, grabbing her by her hips and slowly pushing the swollen head of his cock into her, “hmm nice and tight,” he said. Wendy tried to push back on his cock, and Jeff quickly pulled out. “Not so fast little sister!” he laughed. Wendy moaned out her frustration, “Oh god Jeff, you’re such a fucking tease!”

“Are you ready Kylah?” asked Jeff as he moved behind her and tickled her bum hole with his thumb.

“Yes Jeff,” she said. Kylah was a little worried that he was going to push into her virgin ass and sighed with relief when she felt her pussy stretch to accommodate him.

Jeff did the same thing to Kylah only inserting the thick head into her pussy as he waited for her reaction. “Ah, another tight pussy!” said Jeff. As soon as Kylah started to push back, Jeff pulled out. “Not yet!” he laughed as he moved tuzla escort on to Jasmine. “Oh fuck Jeff!” begged Kylah, “Wendy’s right you are a tease! Please fuck my cunt!” Jeff gave Kylah’s butt a playful slap, “soon Kylah,” he said as he stepped behind Jasmine.

He had resolved that Jasmine would be the first to receive his full attention. “Are you ready Jasmine?” asked Jeff. “Do you want my cock?”

Jasmine basked in the attention to her body from Jeff. “Yes Jeff,” she said, as she wiggled her black ass, “fuck my pussy with your beautiful cock.”

“Spread yourself for me,” said Jeff as he stroked his cock to make it harder.

Jasmine released her daughter’s hand and reached back spreading her ass cheeks for Jeff. Her body was on edge waiting for his massive cock to enter her once again. “Do it, Jeff,” said Jasmine in a husky voice, “fuck me.”

Jeff looked at her perfect shaved pussy; the pink inner lips contrasted to her black, black body as they glistened with anticipation. Jeff lifted his cock and rested it on Jasmine’s ass slapping it down hard on her “other” hole. Jeff loved anal sex, and right now there was a very strong desire to fuck her cute puckered ass. “Hmm, maybe I should take your ass first?” said Jeff to Jasmine as he rubbed his cock on her rosebud, “would you like that?”

Jasmine had enjoyed Jeff’s fingers in her ass earlier today, and even though the thought of his monster cock in her ass scared her, she wouldn’t refuse him. “If that’s what you want Jeff,” said Jasmine hesitantly, “Wendy said you do that to her a lot and she likes it. Go slow please, this will be my first time.” Jasmine’s body tensed, and she squeezed her daughter’s hand tightly as Jeff pushed his cock against her star. She could feel herself tightening up with anxiety, wondering how bad it would hurt.

The fact Jasmine would let him be the first to take her virgin ass excited him, but he would leave that for later this weekend. “Maybe tomorrow,” said Jeff pulling back and lining his cock up with her pussy. “We have four days to fuck ourselves silly,” he smirked as he felt Jasmine’s body relax, “but I will fuck your ass this weekend,” he said with authority, “Wendy will show both of you how to clean themselves before having anal sex.”

“Okay Jeff,” Jasmine groaned in relief and pleasure as his huge cock pushed in. “Oh god, you’re so fucking big! I love how you stretch me!”

Looking at Jasmine Kylah no longer thought of her as just mom, after everything that happened today she was now an equal sex partner. She felt no jealousy in ‘sharing’ Jeff with her mom or for that matter with his sister as well. She loved Jeff, and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him, to him or with him. “I love his big fat cock too,” whispered Kylah into her mom’s ear as she squeezed her hand. Kylah’s lightly kissed her mom; a lovers kiss as their lips met, tongues touched, each taking turns sucking, back and forth while she felt Jeff fuck her mom.

The muscles on Jeff’s hard abdomen tightened as he fucked Jasmine slowly, the blood-gorged-head of his cock disappearing into her tight pussy. He watched his cock force her pussy to open wider and wider as he pushed his tapered cock into her until the thickest part at the bottom of his shaft had expanded her fully. He held it there, not moving, enjoying the pulses, steady like a heartbeat, coming from her pussy as she grasped him internally.

“Fuck, I love your pussy!” shouted Jeff to the room. Jasmine glowed inside knowing she was pleasing Jeff and even though she didn’t need to she tried to tighten her pussy for him.

Wendy admired her brother as she watched him fuck Jasmine, in her eyes, Jeff was the perfect man in every way. That silly app he installed on her phone said it all; she would swipe right all day long for him. She rose from the bed and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around him, kissing his broad back. Her perky breasts rubbed against him as she snaked one hand down the front of his body searching for his cock. Her fingers touched Jasmine’s ass, and she decided to play with Jasmine’s barren hole and slowly forced her thumb in, together they fucked both of Jasmine’s holes.

“Fuck her Jeff!” said Wendy as she pushed her thumb deeper up Jasmine’s ass, “stick your big cock deep in her cunt!”

Jeff felt Wendy sync her body movement to his as he fucked Jasmine’s pussy. He let Wendy take over and start using his body and cock as a surrogate host, her hips pushed him forward, and her hand drew him back as she picked up the pace.

“Let me use you,” said Wendy, “I want to fuck Jasmine with your cock.”

Jeff relaxed and let himself be controlled by his sister as she turned him into a human dildo. Jeff crossed his arms over his chest. Every time his cock bounced off the bottom he could feel Jasmine’s pussy clamping down on his cock not willing to let go.

Kylah watched their synchronized bodies as Wendy and Jeff fucked her mom. Jeff had his eyes closed, his head leaned back, and his arms crossed over his chest. She could see Wendy was now the puppet master as her body controlled tuzla escort bayan Jeff’s.

“Fuck my mom Wendy,” said Kylah, “use your brother’s cock to fuck her good!”

Wendy’s hips rushed back and forth with increasing force as Jasmine was slammed against the bed eliciting moans of pleasure. Kylah felt empathy contractions in her pussy with each hard thrust. She wanted to be a part of the ‘group’ and debated fingering Wendy from behind but decided instead to get on the bed and offer her pussy to her mom.

Kylah released her mom’s hand and crawled up on the bed. Jasmine watched her daughter spread her legs wide open and shimmy towards her face; her beautiful wet pussy looked so inviting, she couldn’t wait to taste it.

“Smell my cunt Jasmine,” said Kylah, “beg for it.”

“Please Kylah,” said Jasmine to her beautiful daughter, “let me suck you!”

Jeff watched as Kylah’s pussy got closer and closer to her mom’s face. Kylah was teasing her mom staying just beyond the range of Jasmine’s mouth and tongue. The combination of being fucked by Jeff’s cock, Wendy’s thumb up her ass, and the smell of her daughter’s pussy was too much for Jasmine as she threw her arms over Kylah’s legs and pulled her the last few inches.

“Eat her Jasmine,” said Jeff as Kylah locked eyes with him, “eat your daughter’s pretty cunt.”

Jasmine went crazy eating Kylah’s pussy, her head bobbing and weaving side to side, backward and forwards. If a stranger witnessed this, they wouldn’t believe they were mother and daughter or that this was the first time for both of them to be so intimate.

“Oh FUCK!” shouted Kylah as she pulled her mom’s head deeper into her, “suck my cunt mom!”

Wendy could feel her pussy juices running down her legs and in her mind ‘she’ was fucking Jasmine with ‘her’ cock. It felt good to be a ‘man,’ especially one with a massive cock. Every thrust represented power over Jasmine, and she could see why Jeff was addicted to this emotional and physical control over another person. When Jasmine screamed at Jeff, she was close and to fuck her harder Wendy went into overdrive.

“Yes, yes,” shouted Wendy, “take it like a good slut! Come all over ‘my’ cock.”

Jeff felt his body being manipulated by his sister as she repeatedly slammed him into Jasmine’s black ass. He was close to coming as well and was struggling to hold out to make sure Jasmine was satisfied first.

“Now!” screamed Jasmine as her orgasm hit and she bit down on her daughter’s pussy lips, her body went rigid as she arched her back and raised her ass up.

Jeff was right on edge, and as soon as Jasmine screamed, he did too. “YES, right now!” he shouted as he rammed his cock in hard and exploded shooting his cum deep inside her. “OH FUCK, it feels so good!”

Wendy could feel Jeff’s balls contract and release as he shot load after load into Jasmine’s pussy. As soon as Jeff finished, she roughly pulled her brother back and dropped to her knees attacking his cock, taking him as far into her mouth as she could as her hand rushed to her pussy. She moaned as she sucked his cock and her fingers flew in and out of her soaking slit. The taste of Jasmine and Jeff was like the sweetest nectar on earth.

The ‘blue pill’ was working as Jeff’s cock stayed rock hard. “Suck me, Wendy,” said Jeff as he wrapped his fingers in her blonde hair and took control to fuck her face. “Hmm, I love your sexy dirty mouth!”

Not to be outdone Kylah had her hands in her mom’s black hair and was humping Jasmine’s face. “Suck it, lick my cunt,” she shouted as her ass bounced on the bed, “oh fuck, I’m close!”

Wendy’s need was growing, and she needed both of her hands to satisfy it. The fingers, on the one hand, were in her pussy and she reached behind to finger her ass as well. She loved the feeling of surrendering to her brother as he fucked her mouth while she self-abused her other two holes.

Kylah came first with a series of gasps. Jeff watched as Kylah held her mom’s head in her wide open legs. “OH, OH!” Kylah moaned, “thank you mom, thank you!”

Jeff pulled out of his sister’s mouth and shoved her face into his balls. “Lick me,” he said, “suck my balls.”

Wendy licked her brother’s balls like he wanted and tried to reach his ass with her tongue but it was too far away. She was so close to coming and yet so far away. She needed his cock.

“FUCK!” shouted Wendy, “I can’t cum! Fuck me, Jeff, fuck my ass or cunt, I don’t care which hole you use, just fuck me!”

Jeff lifted Wendy up and threw her on the bed rolling her over on to her stomach, exposing her love holes. His cock was slippery with Jasmine’s juices, his cum and Wendy’s saliva. He chose his sister’s ass, pushed hard, and the large head of his cock finally popped in. He held it there to let Wendy catch her breath and adjust to his size.

“Do it, Jeff!” Wendy begged as she pushed back against him, “Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!”

Jeff saw Kylah and Jasmine wide-eyed and open-mouthed as they watched.

“Oh my god,” said Jasmine in awe, “his cock is in Wendy’s ass!” Kylah escort tuzla and Jasmine couldn’t believe Wendy’s small ass opening could take such a big cock. Wendy grunted as she tried to take more of her brother’s cock up her ass. Slowly she inched back until she had about half of his shaft in her.

“Fuck!” shouted Wendy, “I’m still too tight!”

Jeff pulled back until just the mushroom head stayed inside her tiny ass. He looked at Kylah and Jasmine and pushed their heads towards his cock. Both girls could smell Wendy’s ass on Jeff’s cock as they got closer and closer to his giant cock. “You know what to do,” he said. Kylah was the first to start licking, and when Jasmine’s nose rubbed against his cock she tried to back off, but Jeff held her in place. Finally, she relented and started licking his cock as well.

“Good girls,” said Jeff, “Jasmine, I think we are going to need to practice this a bit until you can do it without hesitation like Kylah.”

“Sorry Jeff,” Jasmine mumbled, “I’ll try harder.” To make up for it, Jasmine was licking faster now, trying to cover as much area as possible. When Jeff felt his cock was wet enough, he pulled Kylah and Jasmine apart and pushed his cock back into Wendy’s ass, with much less resistance now.

“Oh FUCK!” shouted Wendy as she pushed back, “That feels so good! Fuck me, Jeff, stick your big prick up my tight ass!”

Jeff fucked Wendy’s ass as she begged. His cock was almost all the way in now. He grabbed his sister’s hips, and in one hard thrust, the rest of his cock buried itself completely.

“Fuck,” said a wide-eyed Jasmine, amazed Wendy’s little bum took all of Jeff’s cock, “does it hurt Wendy?”

“Oh Jasmine,” Wendy exclaimed, “It hurts but feels fantastic at the same time. I think I need you both to lick Jeff’s cock one more time though before he can fuck me hard.”

Jeff pulled his cock back slowly not wanting to escape her tight tunnel entirely. He waited to see what Kylah and Jasmine would do. This time Jasmine didn’t hesitate, and both girls licked his cock together.

“You’re doing great mom!” said Kylah, “Sorry, I mean Jasmine.”

“Thanks, Kylah,” Jasmine said, “It’s not so bad now.”

“I’m so proud of both of you,” said Jeff as he watched them, “who wants to be the first to suck my cock?” Jeff pulled his cock out, and both girls looked up at him with a shocked expression; their anal innocence was about to be shattered.

Jasmine looked up at Jeff, the thought that it had just been buried deep in Wendy’s ass made her want to gag, but she didn’t want to disappoint Jeff. “I can smell her Jeff,” said a reluctant Jasmine, “it’s on your cock.”

“It’s okay Jasmine if you don’t want to suck me,” said Jeff as he didn’t want to force her. “But it’s only a little smell; it won’t hurt you.”

Wendy had given herself an enema earlier tonight before Jeff got home, so there were not any nasty surprises inside her. She had planned on having her brother fuck her ass but never thought Kylah and Jasmine would join them.

Jasmine leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock as her hand pumped the thick shaft. She kept repeating to herself; it’s only a smell, it’s just a smell, as she finally took him in her mouth. She licked around the head and let Jeff’s hand push her head further down, but she couldn’t help gagging a bit.

“That’s great Jasmine,” Jeff encouraged, “make it nice and wet so I can fuck Wendy’s ass again.”

The need to please Jeff won out over the thought of where his cock had been. The smell wasn’t too bad now, and to spur herself on she imagined Kylah and Wendy doing the same thing for her when Jeff fucked her ass. She was still amazed at how Wendy could take such a big cock up her little ass.

Jeff was very pleased with Jasmine as she focused on sucking his cock. He watched as her facial expressions relaxed and her mouth and tongue serviced him. Jasmine was sucking hard now, drawing him deep into her mouth but not in her throat. Jeff felt her tongue swirl around his shaft as she tried to get his cock as wet as possible.

Kylah couldn’t believe how sexy it was to watch her mom suck Jeff’s cock. With every push in, she could see an outline of his cock in her throat. Next time she knew it would be her turn to do the unappetizing act.

Wendy was more than ready to get her ass fucked again, “Fuck me, Jeff,” his sister said, “stick your cock up my nasty ass.”

Jasmine was having a hard time letting go of Jeff’s cock, but at the same time, she wanted to watch it go into Wendy’s small ass again. With one last deep suck, she reluctantly pulled her mouth off and wiped the drool from her chin with the back of her hand. Jasmine beamed with pride when Jeff complimented her on how well she sucked his cock. “Thank you Jeff!” exclaimed Jasmine, “let me know if you need me to suck you again.”

Jeff loved fucking his sister, as he pushed against her tight star he couldn’t believe how their new sexual relationship had blossomed to include Kylah and her mom. With a slight push, the engorged tip entered Wendy’s relaxed ass with little to no resistance. Jasmine was on one side and Kylah on the other, their faces and eyes trained on watching it happen. Deeper and deeper Jeff pushed until he had the whole length of his thick shaft in his sister’s ass.

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I am 45 year old. I have been married to my college sweetheart for 20 years, have 3 kids and work full time. I am your typical middle aged woman approaching menopause. Well with one exception. I think about sex all of the time. Not, just sex, but kinky sex. I am open to all ideas and am willing to try anything once. I had never cheated on my husband, but I think about it a lot.

I love to suck cock. I have been with my husband for the last 25 years and I go down on him as much as he allows. He isn’t into oral sex or sex, in general as much as I am. I would love to suck cock much more than he allows. I love the control I have when I feel his shaft start to get hard, and how he rolls his eyes when I am taking his cock in my throat. I love the control that I have over him when his cock is in my mouth. Several years ago I met Keith. He is about 5 years older than me. He is average build, average height and average looks. I can’t figure out why I am so attracted to him. I keep on telling myself he must be releasing a hormone that makes me horny. I felt like at any second that I am around him I am going to suck his cock. Every time I am in his office, I would have to resist the urge to say this out loud and then go down on him.

One day after working for 10 hours. I realized it was only Keith and I in the office. I decide today is the day; I am finally going to approach him. I walk into his office and sneak behind him. I take my silk scarf and wrap it around his wrist and then through the chair. Keith looks at me and says what are you doing? What I have been wanting to do for years now. Having my way with you. What, he said. I am married. I don’t care and so am I. I don’t want anything back, no strings attached, friends with benefits. While he was pondering this, I tied his other hand down. What do you think you are going to do with me? he asked. Whatever the fuck I want to do with you. Do you trust me? He paused looked me in the eyes and shook his head yes. I leaned over him and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Chills of excitement ran through my body. For the first time in years, I felt alive, really alive. Already my pussy is starting to get wet with anticipation. My clitoris is throbbing with desire.

I looked at his nipples and ask him if he likes them to be licked and sucked. He said of course, who doesn’t. I laughed if only he knew how boring my husband is. I went down on my knees, eagerly looking at his nips. Before I leaned in to suck them, I take a look at his package. I have been checking that package out for years and wondering what it is like. He asked me what are you thinking, I say you will soon find out. I focused my attention back to his chest, it is perfect. Just enough hair to be manly, but not so much to be a turn off. I lean in and place my mouth around his nipple. I lick and flick my tongue on his pink nipple. My hand reaches to roll his other nipple in between my thumb and bursa escort finger. I squeezed it just a little. He sighs giving in to my control. I switched nipples and then said to him barely in a whisper, Can I bite them, please? He says do I really have a choice? I told him yes, I will honor what you request. He said whatever you want mistress you can do. I think, mistress why is he calling me mistress? I have thought about domination, masochism and sadism for years. My husband would never allow that. Enough thinking about your husband as I continue on.

I bite his right nipple while caressing the left one with my hands. He lets out a primal growl. I say to him let the pain turn into pleasure. He looks at me and says I will try. I continued to gently bite down on his nipples, switching from one to the other. He continues to moan in what I think is pain. He looked at me and said I get it now, you are right the pain does turn into pleasure. I just smile at him and continue to play with his beautiful chest. As I reached down to caress his cock, he looks at me and says I am afraid I am going to disappoint you. I think to myself, really, men have the same self-doubt issues as women. I laugh out loud and said you could never.

I caress his cock on the outside of his pants. He moans and looked at me. I can’t do this, I can’t cheat on Lisa. I made a commitment to her. I look at him and whisper does she satisfy you sexually? Does she like to suck your cock until you cum? He looks down and says no. Then you aren’t cheating on her. If she was satisfying you sexually, you would have never let me get this far. Look we both have needs and we both aren’t getting them met by our spouses. We are friends, I trust you and you trust me. Now do you trust me enough to let me continue on? He looked almost sad and said I guess.

I get up from bending over him. I walk over and sit in my favorite chair in his office. I say why don’t you take the time to think about it while I wait. I reach slowly into my bra and bring my massive DD breast out its bra cup. I lift my nipple to my mouth and suck on it. I am so horny all I want to do is make us both cum. He watches me with anticipation. I remove my pants and underwear; I turn towards him so he can have a view of what is next. I reach down and stroke my clit. I am so wet and turned on; I could have cum at that touch. But I won’t allow myself to just yet. I look at him and said I am going to make your chair wet. He just chuckled and told me to continue on. I rubbed my clit some more and then entered a finger into my pussy. Oh the feel of myself all wet and ready to be entered. I let out a moan at about the same time he did. I continued to finger fuck myself until I almost cum. I force myself to stop. Keith is breathing hard and not concerned with Lisa anymore. I asked him if he has decided. You are right, we both have needs. I am okay with friends with benefits. I bursa escort bayan look at him and started to suck my juices off of my fingers and say are you sure? He shakes his head yes. I ask him if he would like a taste of what am tasting. He shakes his head yes again. Ask me, I told him. Ask you what. Ask me to taste me, ask me to finger fuck myself again so I can get the sensual taste of eager pussy on my fingers for you. He looks at me and says would you finger fuck yourself again? I smile and say no, you didn’t ask nicely. Please mistress, Keith says, please finger fuck yourself so I can taste your juices. I grin at him and say as you wish. I sigh with excitement and start to finger myself again. When I had gathered my juices, I walk over to him and asked him if he wants a taste. He shakes his head yes and I slowly start to finger fuck his mouth. I lean over and began to kiss him at the same time. How I love the taste of his mouth with my juices on them.

I slowly make my way with my lips back down his chest and then to his cock. I ask him do you want me to unzip your pants. Please mistress, please. I slowly unzip him. After I did that, I reach to my bag of goodies. What are you doing? he says. I am cleaning you master. I gently lift his cock and balls out of his underwear. I then take my wipe and begin to gently clean him as he moans in pleasure. I looked at him and said I am not disappointed, you are what I expected. His cock is about 6 inches long and nice and thick. As I clean it, he is hard in my hand. I then lift his balls and clean around them. I also pay attention to his anus as I have plans for it as well.

I complete my cleaning and reach into my bag again. He just stared at me and said what all do you have in there. I smiled and said you will find out in due time. I grabbed my lubricant. One of my favorites, it is bubble gum flavor and it tastes really good. I squeeze it into my hands and gently rub his shaft. Keith shuts his eyes and concentrates on what I am doing. I placed his head into my mouth and run my tongue around his edge. He moans, and I ask him do you like? He said yes, Lisa never acts like she likes it. I look at him and say it isn’t an act. I love sucking cock especially yours. I continue to lick his head and rub his shaft. What a turn on, I am so horny watching him get off. I start to rock as I am sucking. I take his entire shaft into my throat. I love to feel the gag reflex begin. I take a deep breath through my nose and fight the urge, shoving his cock further into my throat. I begin to hum as I continue to rock. I switch my position so I am sprawling his leg, like a dog fucking and I start to hump while he continues to enjoy his dick being sucked.

I reach up and start to play with his balls. He moans in ecstasy. I remove my mouth from his dick and start to suck on them. Oh I love this. I continue to rub his shaft and I cup my hand around his head escort bursa and embrace it so it feels like he is fucking a virgin’s pussy. I am so close to cumming as I continue to fuck his leg while softly sucking on his balls. I won’t allow either of us to come yet.

I stop sucking his balls and ask him if he close. He shakes his head yes. I put his head back in my mouth and continue to rub my tongue around his head. He moans. I tell him lean back into your chair and scoot down a little. He looks at my curiously. I look at him and say I hope you don’t mind that I am humping your leg while I am getting you off. He smiles and says of course not. I smile and I say I hope you don’t mind what I am going to do next.

I put more lubricant on my hands. I continue rubbing his shaft and fist fucking his head. I lean into him again and start to lick his balls. Oh, I can’t handle this. I need to cum. I tell myself to hold on. It can wait… I then start to lick around his asshole. He looks at me again with that look on his face. I say what you don’t like it. He said you don’t have to rim me. I ask again, Keith don’t you like it? I do like it, but you don’t have to he says. I told you I want to. There are woman out there who enjoy this, I am one of them. If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t. I then go back to licking his asshole. I lubricate it with my tongue. I then take my finger and slowly enter his anus. I am so excited. My husband would never let me touch his asshole. I know how much I would enjoy it and I am eager to please Keith.

I slowly finger fuck his ass and I turn my mouth back to his dick. I then realize that Keith has untied his one arm. He takes my hair and starts to shove my head onto his dick even more. I am so consumed with Keith’s dick and balls that I almost can’t breathe. The urge to cum is beginning to be too hard to fight off. I continue to suck and finger fuck his ass as I gyrate on his leg. I can feel him stiffen up just as I am about to climax. He is moving my head and then he says I am about to cum you can stop sucking. I think, are you kidding me, I am cumming at the same time you are and you want me to stop sucking. I continue on caressing, licking, sucking, and finger fucking his ass as I hump his leg. I can feel it, I am almost there. He is almost there. His breathing has intensified, oh lord I am cumming just as he starts to stiffen to achieve orgasm. I can feel his cum in my mouth as he moans in pleasure. I have just had the best orgasm I have had in 10 years. He is still cumming as I lick and suck and swallow his glorious explosion. Oh how I love the control of giving head. I love the power to make him cum. He has finished and lays there panting.

I look up at him and smile. Was it good? Good that is the best blow job I have ever had. I look at him and laugh and said next time will be even better now that I know what you like. Next time he says? Yes, next time. Friends with benefits, ok. I say and grin. He grins back and says friends with benefits I like that. I think to myself, wait until the next time Keith. I still have toys you have never seen and a pussy that you have never fucked. Friends!!

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Prologue

My name is Rick (Richard really, but everyone calls me Rick); I’m 43, 5’11” and about 220 pounds, but at the time of this story I was only 23 and about 190 pounds. I’ve always been athletic and always enjoyed sport, and still do. I’m the only son of Tony and Jessica, and I was returning to my family home after the breakup of a long term relationship. At the time I thought this was the end of the world, but looking back I couldn’t have been luckier. This is the story of how my life changed.

A New Start

Louise, my ex, and I had met at university and moved in together. We both secured well-paid jobs with different companies after both graduating with honours. As a couple we were financial very well off, and as our relationship blossomed I was convinced that she was the one for me. I agreed that we wouldn’t get married for a while at Louise’s request but we did set up home together, which resulted in us buying a house. It seemed that Louise wasn’t satisfied with all of that. She decided to run off with Robert, one of her clients, in what I can only assume was an attempt to find greener grass. So after only 4 years in total our relationship was at an end. We had finally agreed in principle to the financial and legal aspects of our separation but it would still take about a year to resolve everything including the sale of our house. With solicitors dealing with the formalities and Louise having already moved in with Robert, it was time to return to my family home.

I had had many long talks with my mum over the last 6 months or so and she had invited me to move back home for a while until all the legal and financial issues had been resolved; selling our old property and splitting the assets of our failed relationship. I had been able to transfer my job from Manchester to an office in Bristol, so I only had a reasonably short commute every day from Bath, where Mum lived. I’d already moved most of my possessions down to Bath, some at home and some into storage, so having finished work in Manchester, and starting work in a couple of weeks time in Bristol, there was nothing to keep me in Manchester anymore. With everything set I’d locked up my old home and handed the keys to my solicitor and I hit the road leaving my old and recently very painful life behind me.

The drive from Manchester to Bath was about four and a half hours. I was thinking how strange it would be going back home. Strange because when I left to go to university Mum and Dad saw me off, but with Dad having died in a car accident 3 years ago, it would only be Mum at home to greet me.

The drive was a little slow with the typical Friday evening traffic on the roads and with no great rush I stopped off a couple of times for a coffee, and took the opportunity to phone Mum and let her know how my journey was going. Eventually at around 10:30pm I backed onto the drive and parked next to Mum’s Audi TT and got out of my car.

As I was stretching I heard the front door of the house, and then Mum’s familiar voice, “Hello Darling, how was your drive?”

I turned towards her. “Hi Mum. It was fine thanks. No surprises and I made reasonable time once I got south of Birmingham.”

She came up to me and gave me a big hug and a motherly kiss on the lips, then said, “It’ll be nice to have some company. It’s so quiet around the house with you having left and Dad having gone, it will be nice to have you around.”

“Hopefully I won’t turn the house upside down,” I replied, and then continued, “I’ll enjoy some company as well. It’s been pretty lonely since Louise left.”

“That bitch doesn’t know when she’s on to a good thing.” Mum said with some venom in her voice, then softening, “Anyway, I’m glad it’s all over and you can spend time home sorting yourself and your future out.”

I was a little surprised at the venom in Mum’s comment about Louise, but I smiled at her and said, “It’s good to be home Mum.”

I took a couple of things from the back seat of the car and grabbed my suitcase from the boot, leaving the rest for the morning. I locked the car and Mum and I went into the house.

I went up to my old room, freshened up from the drive and did a quick change into some joggers and a sweatshirt. When I got back downstairs Mum had made some cheesy crumpets, my favourite, and had poured me a lager. I thanked her and we spent another hour or so just catching up on the latest developments in my saga, before eventually going to bed.

Tomorrow would be the start of my new life, but at that moment I had no idea what my new life would be like, and to be honest I didn’t really care.

Settling In

Mum had offered me the second reception room downstairs and said that while I was staying there I could furnish it how I wished. This allowed me to get my TV and sound system from storage and set up that room as ‘my den’. I’d agreed with Mum that it would be 6-12 months before everything was sorted and she had said that I was welcome for as long as I wished.

So over the next few weeks I’d settled in, got into a bursa escort routine working in Bristol and had met some of my old sixth form college mates and had started to slowly forget the pain of the last year.

Living at home with Mum was a little strange at first. We both had to adjust to the fact that there was someone else in the house. Mum had admitted to me that one morning she’d come down to the kitchen to make a coffee, forgetting I was in the house, then realised she was completely naked. I had also nearly done a similar thing, but had remembered where I was as I went to open my bedroom door. We had a good laugh about it.

Mum was what most people would call pretty. She wasn’t stunning and she rarely turned heads, but she had an almost child-like face, which had its own attractions. She kept her dark brown hair fairly short, almost boyish but a little longer and thicker. She had an athletic frame, standing 5’5″ not too curvy and with an adequate chest, probably 34B or 34C at most. She kept herself very fit, as she had done all her life, with a trim waist and extremely toned legs, and at 43 years of age, she was the envy of many women 10 years her junior.

Mum was not hung up over things like nudity or sex, and often spoke to me and advised me when I was in my mid-teens. I was more relaxed talking to her than I was talking to Dad, who always seemed to try to tell me what to do. I was able to talk to Mum about girls and sex and she would just give me facts and advise me on avoiding some of the traps many young people fall into. Although it was sometimes mildly embarrassing for me Mum never judged me and never gave me a hard time on the few occasions I ignored her advice. She knew that it wouldn’t take me long to realise that whatever she said it was always in my best interests. Although it may not have always been apparent to me a few years back, I am eternally grateful for her advice and still seek it when I have a problem.

Weeks turned into a couple of months and I had truly settled back in at home. Mum and I were both comfortable around each other, and we’d settled into a routine that suited us both. We tended to have breakfast together before leaving for work and then most evenings we’d eat together before one or both of us went out with friends. We rarely did anything together except food shopping, which we tended to do early on a Friday evening, so we only really got together to talk late on in the evening.

It was one such evening when I’d stayed in but Mum had just returned from playing badminton at her club. I was sitting in my den, when there was a tap on the door and Mum popped her head in.

“Hi Rick,” she said. “Are you doing anything special?”

“No not really.” I replied.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“Of course not,” I said and sat more upright on the sofa.

“Would you like a beer? I could do with one after Badminton.” She asked.

“Yes please.”

Mum disappeared and brought a couple of bottles of lager back with her and came in and sat next to me on the sofa. She smiled warmly as she handed me one of the bottles and asked, “It’s been nearly 2 months now. How are you coping?”

“I’m okay thanks. The house sale is taking a bit of time due to the value dropping a little. Just about all of the other financial arrangements have been completed, so it’s really just the house left now.”

“That’s good,” she said. “I hope you know there is no rush for you to change anything here. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.” This was delivered with a warm loving smile that reminded me of Mum when she spoke to Dad in years gone by.

Smiling back at Mum I replied, “Thanks Mum, I’m not sure what I would have done if I’d had to stay in Manchester.”

“It’s lovely having you back home, and having someone else to consider rather than just myself.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then continued, “You’re a good lad and it’s what mothers are for.”

I reached over to give her a hug, but she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. She smelled wonderful; there was a muskiness that her perfume seemed to enhance without it being at all overpowering. It was a smell that drifted back to me from many years ago. It was Mum’s favourite perfume which she often wore when going out with Dad when I was a kid. I mentally brushed the thought away and enjoyed the physical closeness that I’d missed.

Mum gave out a sigh as she also seemed to enjoy the closeness and contact and we sat and held each other and just watched the TV and sipped our drinks. I was a son being comforted by his mum and she was a mum comforting her son.

Eventually Mum had finished her beer, then instead of cuddling back in she said, “Well, with work tomorrow, I’m off to bed.”

I smiled up at her and said, “Okay. Goodnight.” Then after a brief pause I added, “Thanks Mum.”

She smiled back and leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. After standing back up with a smile still on her face she quietly turned and left the room.

I sat for a while and thought bursa escort bayan back at the closeness that Mum and I had, and the warmth of her body and the smell of something that simply said “Love”.

I recalled the days when I was 14 or so and discovering a pair of Mom’s dirty panties in the laundry basket and the smell they had. There were many occasions when, as a pubescent teenager I had borrowed Mum’s used panties and masturbated to some significant orgasms. Deep down I had a bit of a thing for Mum and having her so physically close reminded me of my adolescent feelings for her.

After another half hour or so I decided to go to bed, and turned everything off, making sure all the doors were locked. I climbed the stairs and went into the bathroom, I peed and cleaned my teeth, and having removed my T-shirt I opened the laundry basket to put in my T-shirt and stopped dead. I could see Mum’s tracksuit, her shorts, her shirt her bra, then right on the top her panties. I stared for what seemed like a lifetime, but was probably only a few seconds. I dropped my T-shirt on the floor and carefully took Mum’s panties and bringing them to my nose I sniffed in her musky scent which brought all those childhood thoughts back. It also reminded me that apart from a couple of masturbation sessions, I’d not really thought about sex since I’d moved back in with Mum.

I went to the bathroom door and locked it and by this time my cock was standing tall and erect. With the crotch of her panties positioned at my nostrils I masturbated to the smell of my mother for the first time in over 5 years. It was instinctive that I just kept pumping my cock and as my orgasm took hold of me more quickly than expected I used my Mum’s panties to catch my semen.

After recovering from my gratification I realised that it might not be a good idea to simply leave the panties in the laundry basket as they were. I couldn’t wash them, which might be noticed in the morning if Mum grabs them to wash. They’ll possibly still be wet or damp at least. I got some toilet tissue and soaked up the semen leaving the panties relatively clean and dry. After this I placed them back in the laundry basket and added my dirty clothes on top.

This seemed to mark a turning point in my life at home and it seemed that the fantasies of my adolescence were returning. Over the next few weeks I grabbed Mum’s dirty panties at the end of the day on many occasions and used them to assist in my sexual relief and gratification. I’d also started to look at Mum in a less than motherly way. She was a vibrant, attractive, sexual and sensual woman and those aspects of her womanhood were filling more and more of my thoughts.

Although looking back, it should have been obvious, at the time I must have been lost in my adoration of Mum, because there was a change in her behaviour around me that I failed to notice. It was very subtle and something that could have easily been missed. Mum and I spent more time together at home at her request. She would choose to join me in my den or ask me to join her in the lounge.

Conversation was lighter and Mum in particular was a little more flirtatious than I’d previously noticed. She also changed her morning routine so that instead of coming downstairs dressed and ready for work, spending only about 15 minutes or so with me, before I left, she was more likely to be in the kitchen before me in a robe, or night dress, or something else that gave me a better view of her body. As I say at the time I was just happy for the opportunity to see Mum’s legs, or her panties and bra through a thin robe or negligee. It was never overt or overly provocative, and it remained on the acceptable edge of decency.

The problem with all of this was that the more I used Mum’s panties and fantasised about her the more I had an erection whenever I was around her. There were a number of occasions when talking, or sitting with Mum, I noticed a small smile on her face and a flush to her face. At the time these less subtle signals were also lost on me. So I went on in ignorant bliss of anything changing.

Found Out!

It was a Friday night and Mum and I had gone out to the supermarket to do the grocery shopping. Everything was fine and after an hour or so we arrived home with the groceries and we proceeded to put the food in the cupboards and the fridge.

Mum was stacking most of the food and I was getting a bit of an eyeful, with her skirt riding up showing her stocking tops when she was reaching up to the high shelves, and the split in the back of her skirt opening showing her panties when she bent down. Watching her had got me all hard and the bulge in my jeans was noticeable.

We’d finished putting the food away and Mum said, “Would you mind putting the kettle on for a coffee please Dear?”

“Yeah, sure,” I replied and got up and went to the kettle.

I was conscious that I had an erection and moved in such a way to hopefully conceal it from Mum. I grabbed the kettle, filled it at the sink then placed it on its base and switched escort bursa it on. When I looked at Mum her eyes rose to meet mine, and she had a faint smile on her face. I felt my face flush and I couldn’t imagine what shade of red it must have been. As a result Mum’s face was also a little flush as she turned towards the lounge.

I made coffee for us both and brought them into the lounge. Mum was sitting on the 2-seater sofa opposite the 3-seater, she was turned towards the television with her feet up.

Still a little nervous about what had happened in the kitchen I handed Mum her coffee. She smiled warmly at me and said, “Thank you Sweetie.”

I just smiled back and sat opposite her. We watched television for a short while then Mum got up and heading out the room she said, “I think I’ll go and change into something more comfortable,” and with a smile she left for her room.

After she’d gone I decided I would get out of my jeans and headed up to my own room, but as I approached Mum’s I heard what sounded like a low groan. I thought about checking to see if she was alright, but decided that if there was a problem she would call for me.

I changed into my favourite joggers and a T-shirt and went back downstairs.

It was about half an hour before Mum came back down. She smiled at me as she came in and sat down. I smiled back at her and wondered why she’d selected one of her summer A-line dresses. It only came down to mid thigh and her breasts sagged a little and her nipples were clearly visible, meaning that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I haven’t seen that dress before,” I commented.

“Oh, it just seemed to be ideal for this evening.” After a brief pause, she added, “I didn’t want to change for bed, but didn’t feel like being trussed up in clothes. This just seemed like a happy medium.”

She smiled at me then turned and watched the television.

About 10 minutes later Mum put her bare left foot up onto the coffee table that stood between us. This caused her hem to rest at the top of the legs. She then lifted her right foot up onto the sofa, with her legs open to about 90 degrees, displaying her panties to all those present, namely me.

I’d glanced over then noticed her position and her panties and got another erection. I shifted my position to make it less obvious and when feeling more confident at not displaying my obvious arousal I exclaimed, “Mum!” pointing to her panties.

Mum just smiled and without moving replied, “What’s the matter Baby, do my panties offend you?”

“No not really,” I replied, “But it’s not very lady like, is it?”

“But darling I thought you liked looking at my panties?”

“What do you mean?”

Completely straight faced, Mum replied, “Well you keep taking them from the laundry basket, and I don’t know what you do with them when you put them back, but they always seem to have this crusty stuff spread over the gusset.”

My head felt like it was in a microwave, cooking nicely, my stomach was knotted with fear, my erection subsided almost instantly and I just sat looking at Mum with my mouth hanging open.

Mum continued, “If I didn’t know better it almost looks as if someone has been masturbating into them.”

I continued to stare, unable to move or speak. I knew I’d been found out and I was just waiting for Mum to go completely ballistic and throw me out.

After what seemed like forever, with me unable to speak, Mum finally said, “To be honest, if someone had been masturbating into my panties that would be really horny. As you’re the only male in the house, and assuming nobody is breaking in, the idea of you sniffing and ejaculating into my panties has been keeping my pussy moist for the last few weeks.”

Still shaking and slowly taking in Mum’s last statement I nervously asked, “You’re not angry then?”

“No, Darling,” she replied smiling warmly at me. She then asked, “Would you like to know a secret?”

I nodded, still feeling very flushed and embarrassed.

“I’ve been grabbing my soiled panties, after you’ve used them, putting them on and masturbated wearing them.” Mum then had this proud grin on her face.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry Mum, I didn’t mean to upset you and I won’t do it again, but I never would have thought you’d be this calm about it.”

“Richard,” Mum said sternly, using my full name and obtaining my full attention. “You don’t understand. I’m not upset, I’m not angry, I’m flattered and most importantly I’m not asking you to stop.”

All of a sudden the penny dropped for me. Mum was happy with me doing this, and at that realisation and the continuing view of her panties, also showing a very clear damp patch, my cock was filling with blood and expanding and stiffening at a frighteningly rapid rate.

I then asked, “You mean you don’t mind.”

“Sweetie, I haven’t had sex for over 3 years, and I hadn’t even thought about sex until a few weeks ago when I found my used panties. I’ll be honest with you; when I found the first pair I was furious for about 5 minutes, but by the end of that 5 minutes my pussy was gushing. I ended up masturbating myself to an earth shattering orgasm at the thought of you pleasuring yourself and using my sexual aroma to help you along.

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