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I left the wooded park, where we had frotted, sharing loads on our shafts, mixing our cum. I drove home, distracted by the dampness inside my pants. An interesting and very raw, sexy sensation.

Time to shower. I started the water, letting it get warm. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could see wetness. Some of his cum had dried. But some was still damp. I pushed my finger along the wetness. I wondered about scooping some up and tasting..

I looked at it, debating in my mind. Butterflies in my stomach, even though I was alone. I weighed the yes versus the no. I deliberately took an extra bit of time to decide, creating this mindset of anticipation. I debated, looking at his cold cum. Do I let the shower take it away? Or do I put it in my mouth? Do I have a private, submissive moment, totally alone, where I privately experience and taste him?

You know what I did. My cock twitched as I became, secretly, his cum slut. Would he ever know? Oh yes! It would be part of my biggest turn on. I would be nervous to share that information, but simultaneously, very much wanting to tell him. And so I showered, and then looked for him online.

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That’s where Derek and I met-online through Literotica. Two married mature guys; we’d been exploring. Our wives now less interested in sex, both of us still wanting to feel raw sexual excitement. So we explored, starting with fantasies and conversation. Daring to speak words that got each of us hard and leaking precum.

Creating that strange feeling in our guts,

Like the first time you saw a woman drop her pants and spread her legs. And the first time, smelling a furry cunt in close. No, cunt taste was NOT honey, like some silly Penthouse story. No, the smell and taste was strange, not wonderful, but at the same time (for me) it was a moment of of awe, curiosity, and raw animal. And I want more. And more. Again.

Now, standing outside the shower, putting my wet finger with our cum into my mouth, that is what I felt. I tasted our mixed jizz. I’m an animal; and this is pure sex.

Gross? Whether it was first dive into pussy, or first taste of my own load, maybe not something you line up for at the candy store. But after a few minutes, yes, I want this. Like my first taste of beer, or scotch, or olives. Or all three at once. An acquired taste but once you’ve acquired, one you want more of it, and you want to know more. Do all women taste the same? Derek, when it erupts out of your cock, does your cum taste like mine?

Derek and I, we had rediscovered our animal side together. For the younger me, being an animal was, first, a hot very sexy cunt. Later, it was new pussy, A new woman with a different taste? And now: is it new jizz?. So, Derek and I are on this new ride together, older but newly experiencing cock. Hard dripping cock. Like we remembered the first smell and look of cunt.

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As I told in my first story, the online fantasies got to the point where we were going crazy and had to meet. We’d met and frotted, me finishing first, then him pumping his cum over my shaft and balls, using my cum as lube as he jacked to the finish line.

On reflection I’d been thinking I liked that I shot load first. Playing the movie back, I wondered if it would have been as hot if I’d used his cum as lube; if he came first and I had finished on his smooth pink helmet. Nope, I thought. I liked that he finished last. Him using my load , and recalling the sound every guy knows: the sound of cock being tugged hard with cum or vaseline or oil, the jerking hand hitting a pube bone. Wacking hard. And the groan of orgasm. I’d done it myself intentionally on the phone to get other guys super horned. Let them hear me wack my cock. I did it on video, wanting casino siteleri to be an exhibitionist. Show time, let the audience hear, and see the jizz.

I’m married and obviously bi, but why did Derek finishing last appeal to me? I wondered. He and I had ended up with sperm over each others balls and dicks. Now, as we texted back and forth, talking about what we’d done, I told him I liked him cumming first. I was worried he’d think I was a submissive sissy. And that our sharing of fantasies would change.

I was 100% surprised when he said he said he wished he’d shot first. That he would have loved being the one to cum dump on me first, then watch me jack off with his sperm as lube. He asked if I would let him do that.

And that is how we ended up. Tease time, reader. Stop and tease some precum if you are hard. Rest for a moment. Feel the drip. Wipe a bit of it across your bottom lip. For us. If you are still hard in a minute, read on!

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I couldn’t say no to Derek. Only fair. I’d given him jacking lube. I was intrigued to be alpha. I had that funny feeling in my gut imagining stroking to a finish with the smell of his cum filling the air. So I said sure, let’s have another session, this time we reverse.

As we texted and talked and explored by mail and verbally (sending hot porn links to each other to reinforce what we each would like) I started imagining even more.

My brain was in overdrive.

I wanted to drive him crazy. Tease by text, by email, by sending hot videos of frottage, guys jacking each other. And then, guys in a 69. Start to finish, the whole time. Not ass fucking at the end, simply blowing each other the whole time.

Then, one night we were very horned and texting. I had had a couple of big glasses of wine and my courage grew. I had an idea. I told him I wanted him to jack off finishing first. But I went furher, telling him how I knew for both of us our desire for jizz and sucking cock drops after we cum. This is totally about cock, not kissing or cuddling.

I told him my idea in more detail. We would lie down 69, on a nice mattress and towel. We would have some porn on for the sound of groaning and cumming. And we edge. We would get our dicks close to each other’s faces. We jack for each other to watch up close. Cocks an inch away from each other’s faces. We talk and work together to get to the edge. Then we try to stay there as long as we can. We tell each other when we are close, then stop. We show each other our precum. Squeeze a drip out of your cock head, I will do the same. Give me an edging show. I will do the same. Let’s see how long we can edge…and drip for each other.

We talk as we edge, encouraging each other to ride that moment of erotic excitement.

He was over that idea like shit on velcro. Our texts and emails went over the options and details repeatedly. It was pure raunchy animal sexy fun. Questions abounded. Would I want him to suck him off to finish? I said I wasn’t sure about load in my mouth. But I knew I loved his jizz on my shaft and balls. I wanted more; but not sure about going that far. But I might change my mind at the last moment. He agreed, saying he felt the same and glad we were on the same page. For now.

More questions. How to cum? Where? It consumed our conversations. Not that I minded. I found the chats incredibly hot. I would be squeezing my shaft, tasting my own precum, as we sent messages through cyber. My balls were aching, but I denied myself a jack off, to save and build up cum in my own balls, and my desire for his fucking cock.

I shared my fantasy where we would be telling each other where we were on the edge wave, how close to finishing. Pulling precum. I told him I wanted him really canlı casino close, twitching. I wanted him to leak, so I could touch it and taste. I wanted him to feel the same.

Then the finishing detail. I wanted a countdown Just like in so many JOI and CEI videos. We would get close and we both agree this time we’re going over the edge. Count together. 5-4-3-2-1. I would aim your dick where I want your jizz. You do same with mine.

In my fantasy…we are both done. But not quite. I told him I wanted to see his cum on my face. I wanted him to give me a facial, my first. But also see it after. A raw mansex facial. An d to see my jizz on his face. We would be cum brothers.

I wanted to plan and remember what it’s like to be a cumslut.

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He wrote me a note saying his wife would be away on a business trip for three days. We could do it. Would I? You know the answer. Absolutely!

We planned it well; we agreed to start mid morning, when we both still had some morning wood. A bit of edible THC; not too much, just a bit to relax and get in the spirit of adventure. I got to his place just after 10:00AM and found him wearing a loose T-shirt and stretchy baggy shorts. He had porn on; it was a compilation of lesbians, bi guys, hairy pussy, cumshots, and facials. I’m not sure if he had assembled it, but it was long and had all the right noises of raw sex.

We sat on the couch, a foot or so apart.

I had similar clothing. I wanted to be an exhibitionist, so I made sure I could easily show a bit of cockhead once I started to harden. He let his cock poke out from the bottom of his shorts, as the sounds of orgasms came and went through the room from the porn. I pulled my cock out the top of my shorts, letting the waistband ride the rim of my head. I was dripping already from the anticipation, and I put my finger to the top of the precum droplet, and pulled a string upwards, showing him my tongue as I licked my fingertip.

He pulled more of his dick out the bottom leg of his shorts, and grabbed the bottom of the shaft, slowly pulling upwards along the base to milk a nice drop up to the cock head tip. He repeated what I’d done, creating a string of precum. But he didn’t lick it. He moved his finger to about an inch from my lips. I understood…without words he was asking what I wanted. I angled my head forward and wiped my lips with his wet finger tip.

As he moved his finger away, I could feel the coolness of the wet. I took a deep breath and told him…told him that I had scooped some of his cum before I’d had a shower. I could see him squirm…it had had some sort of erotic effect.

Our pants dropped to the floor, and I was simply in pure erotic heaven enjoying the sight of him playing with his cock and balls, knowing that he was giving me a show. He was driving me crazy, and I wanted to outdo him.

I stood up and brought my cock to within an inch of his face, he remained seated on the couch, slowly pulling on his shaft. I yanked upwards from the base of my shaft, successfully creating another droplet of precum. This time, he put his own finger out and touched the drop. He brought his finger to his lips, but then, surprising me, he moved his lips to the droplet and kissed it, wiping the precum across his lips, showing me the glossy outcome of his action.

I turned the dial up a notch-I put my leg on the couch, and with my cock very close to his face, I started jerking in earnest. He did likewise in response, sitting on the couch but his arm was in full tugging motion. I started getting harder, and knew we would not last long if we just kept at it.

I asked him if he was ready to do what we’d planned. Yes, that’s what I want, was the reply. He dropped a couple kaçak casino of large beach towels on the floor, in front of the TV screen playing porn. We assumed our planned positions. I grabbed his shaft to bring the end of his dick close to my face.

He got up and siad to wait a sceond. He went over to the TV and put on a new video. All’s I saw was the title JOI Edging to a CEI Countdown and the running length of 22 minutes. It started, and so did we.

The video voice was female, sultry and sexy. Mentally, I liked knowing it was about 20 minutes so I could pace myself. No time for accidents! I was sure he knew the video well and would be able to make sure the ending was at the right time.

What can I say. It was highly erotic, and he and I took turns performing center stage to the instructions. After what seemed to be about 15 minutes or so, our instructor changed tone and became more authoritative. She demanded that her tribe jerk hard and fast, and get RIGHT TO THE EDGE and suddenly stop. We both did our best to comply, and when she said STOP, his cock was twitching, right near my face. I was so fucking close, but I knew I had to stay under control.

The voice did this to us twice more. The last time, a bit of white drool dripped from the end of Derek’s cock. I extended my neck to smell, and then instinct took over and I wiped it on my lips. Derek did not know, but next thing I did was drag my tongue over the wetness.

Our boss was now bringing us to the finish line, starting at 20. One by one she methodically dropped the count. At ten she wanted another fast tug and sudden stop. We were both twitching. I wanted to cum badly, and I knew Derek did also.

We were at five. My arousal was extreme and I started thinking about his load. What did I want? How brave would I be? Take it all and swallow? That was an option I had not thought of until that moment.

But we had a plan. And after many hours of playing that fantasy, I wanted that (with maybe a bit more). Four, three, two, the voi8ce on the porn said, very deliberately. At two, I made up my mind of what I would do. I was jerking my own dick furiously and knew I would hit her mark perfectly. Where my load landed and what would happen with it would be up to Derek. I was ready. I heard the number one from the porn. I felt my orgasm starting and I knew that my jizz was going to land somewhere in about one second. I tugged hard to milk the shaft well. The sexy coach said the magic word zero, and then commanded us to cum.

I had decided at two that I wanted a full facial, with enough on my lips to suck and lick into my mouth. Derek arched and groaned as I did likewise. As he did I grabbed his shaft with my other non-jerking hand, to aim it right at my closed lips. The first big shot hit them, which caused me to unload. I wanted his next burst on my cheek, so I moved his shaft slightly off from a direct lip hit. His spunk was all over the side of my face, dripping towards my mouth and ears.

We were done, as we had planned.

I lay back for a second, the warmth of his load still evident. I sat up, and some of it dripped from my face onto my chest. I looked at him; he was a fucking mess, and I felt great about having provided him with a super load of white cum, dripping from his chin. He opened his mouth and licked his lips. I did the same.

I wanted to see myself, as was part of the plan. There was a mirror by the entry way, and I walked over to it. My face was splattered from chin to my ears, some still near my lips. A shot had hit my eyebrow and was hanging. I was in erotic heaven.

I knew this would not be the last time for something like this. In the meantime, we both would carry, forever, the metal images of our own cum splattered over another mans face. And of seeing our own faces, totally messed with man juice.

To this day, it is a memory that I can access that gets me hard; that I jerk off to. And when I do, I taste my load to bring back the full memory.

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Helping Hand Pt. 03

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“Before we get started,” Alexis began. “I have some homework for you.”

Tom and Elizabeth had welcomed Alexis back into their home with more enthusiasm than she’d experienced before. They all seemed to gel last time. She was expecting it to be the same way that night. They’d already discussed that last session had been an ease in, with a slight focus on making them — especially Elizabeth — feel comfortable with Alexis. Now that their barriers were well and truly down, they were able to plan for what the evening’s session and the following one was to centre on. Elizabeth had said, right away, that she wanted Tom to take control that night. She was more than willing to be dominated by her husband. Elizabeth’s shoulders had perked up slightly as she listened to what Alexis was about to propose.

“Spanking,” She said plainly. “I have a feeling it’s something you guys might enjoy. Have you done it before?”

Tom visibly twitched in his jeans, which made Alexis touch her tongue to her teeth. “Kind of. I mean- wanted to.”

Elizabeth looked to Tom with raised eyebrows. “We’ve done it a few times, right?”

Alexis nodded as she leaned her elbow on the arm of the chair. “I want you guys to try it more often. We’re gonna try it tonight. But over the next few weeks, I want you to — spontaneously — do it. I’ll show you how to do it properly.”

“Properly?” Elizabeth repeated. “There’s a technique?”

“It’s about punishment not about pain,” Alexis said, brushing her dark hair from her face. “The palm of your hand on the fleshy part will give the right type of impact. A good smack. Take your rings off to start with at least.”

Tom seemed to think it was an order and already slid off his wedding band and the thick silver celtic ring he wore on his forefingers. Placing them on the coffee table, he glanced up at Alexis who gave a small laugh. “Done.”

“I like the enthusiasm,” She raised an eyebrow. “Afterwards, you need to take care of each other. You need to soothe the flesh with gentle rubs. The aftercare is just as good as the actual impact,” she promised. “Anyway. I want you two to try it every other day or so, until I see you again. Decide between you something that deserves punishment. Forgetting to lock the door, leaving the kitchen a mess, not doing the dishes? Anything like that. Bend them over your knee, hold onto the kitchen worktop. Whatever.”

“This sounds…” Elizabeth cleared her throat slightly with a little flush to her cheeks. “Exciting.”

“I’m going to make it a little more exciting,” Alexis tilted her head coyly. “I want you to film it.”

“I thought you said that was on the red list?” Tom questioned with a frown.

“For me, yeah. But not for you. Just use your phone. A quick video. How else am I going to know if you’ve done your homework?”

The couple shared a look, a tiny bit hesitant but then they gave nervous chuckles. “Alright,” Elizabeth grinned nervously. “We can do that.”

“Excellent,” Alexis smacked her hands on her thighs, causing her clients to jump a little. “Tom, why don’t you go up and take a quick shower? Meet me in the bedroom in five?” Tom looked to his wife, to check she was alright with this and when she nodded, he practically flew up the stairs.

“This is okay?” Alexis asked, reaching down to her bag. “I just want five or so minutes with him by himself. I have a feeling we’ll have some surprises up our sleeves for you.”

“That’s fine,” Elizabeth nodded, suddenly aware that it was just the two of them and Alexis now had a type of folder in her hand. “What’s that?”

“Um,” Alexis pursed her lips and stood up. “It’s…kind of like a book. Think of it as low pressure feedback. I know that this could be intimidating at times.” She stepped over to the sofa to drop onto the space that Tom had vacated. She was aware of Elizabeth’s eyes on her cleavage which her tight dress was amplifying. “I know that sometimes it’s a little strange to say it all out loud. So you can do this. And in here, also, there’s options.”

“Options?” She asked and Alexis laughed softly to rest her hand on Elizabeth’s thigh.

“Lots of them,” Alexis squeezed her leg. “Toys and outfits.”

“Wow,” Elizabeth muttered as Alexis rested the book on her lap.

“Just have a look through. If there’s anything you want me to use or bring. Anything you want to wear. Or what you want me to wear.” Alexis said as she stood up from her perch on the edge of the sofa. “Anything you want me to show you, make a mark on the book. Kinda like a catalogue.” She watched as Elizabeth opened up the pages and her eyes twitched slightly at the sight of all the items inside.

Leaving her to it, Alexis slunk out of the room and began up the stairs. She could hear the shower running in the hall bathroom and went to the couples’ bedroom. Like the pro that she was, she set up everything in no time, ready for Tom as he came through to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around his waist. She could tell that he’d taken a few extra minutes to roughly towel dry his hair but not much could keep him perabet any longer in the bathroom when he knew what was awaiting him.

Alexis perched on the end of the bed in the tight dress he’d admired from the second she’d walked into the house. He had been surprised that the zip from the top to the bottom of her dress had managed to stay put. It was so tightly fastened around her body. He wondered if it might snap off if she was to stretch.

“So,” Alexis said, dangling her heeled shoe from her foot. Even though she was curvy and soft, she was somewhat sculptured too, with the muscles on her calves almost carved into her legs. “It’s been two weeks. What have you been thinking about since?”

“I thought we decided what we were doing tonight,” Tom said with his lips pressed together. Under his towel, he could already feel himself stirring. “I thought you were going to show me how to…be in charge.”

“I am,” Alexis agreed. “I just wanted to know, away from Elizabeth, if there was anything else you wanted to do, that maybe you haven’t brought up with her yet.” She couldn’t tell if it was the hot shower or the tension in the air between them that was making the skin on his broad chest go a little red with flush.

“We’re still talking about things,” He said, swallowing as he stepped closer. “We’ll let you know.”

Alexis took it as a hint that he wanted focus on tonight for now. “Tonight,” She started with her seductive voice low and slow. “The thing about being the dominant for you, I think, is making it clear what you want.” She caught his full attention, even though she was still sitting on the bed. “If you feel weird about it to start, then phrase it differently. If you’re not ready to give an order, then say what you want. Instead of ‘Take off your towel’, you can try ‘I want you to take off your towel’.” She glanced down to his covered bottom half and he immediately hooked his thumbs to loosen it so that it dropped around his ankles. “See? You keep eye contact. Whisper maybe. Keep your voice steady. Don’t shout or yell. Just speak.”

“You’re so good at this,” He murmured.

“Practice,” She bit her lip, looking down to his package which was growing every second. “And don’t ask for permission to do anything. You don’t need to ask. Just take and tell. Elizabeth and I wanted you to take us. We know the safe word. Alphabet. Until you hear us say that word, then you can do whatever you want.”

With every word, more blood rushed to Tom’s crotch. How could she do this? He thought. How could she make him ache like this whilst fully clothed and with just words? It was like she was reading his mind.

“Stand up,” He said with a slight clear of his throat. Alexis obeyed him right away and moved to stand in front of him. In her heels, she was almost the same height as him. “Take off your shoes.”

Obediently, she stepped out of the heels and dropped a few inches to feel her bare feet on the soft cream carpet. They were standing so close that she could feel his cock brushing against her thigh, still covered by her dress.

“Lizzie and I have been talking about your tits,” He told Alexis, raising his hand up to touch the silver zip in the middle of the snug black dress. “We talked about them a lot. We talked about wanting to feel them, suck them, kiss them. I want to bite them. I want to fuck them. Lizzie wants to suck them to. We talked about what you mentioned the first time we met- that guy sucking on your nipples.”

“Is that something you want to do tonight?” Alexis questioned as he toyed with the zipper.

“Not so much tonight. I want to fuck them tonight. I want to mark them tonight. We’ve never seen such luscious tits, Alexis.”

“You can do whatever you want with them,” She promised him.

With that, he tugged at the zip on her dress. As he pulled it, her breasts seemed to expand now that they were no longer encapsuled by her tight dress. With a yank, they burst free. The bra she wore was dark purple and moulded with a heavy underwire. Tom admired the contraption with awe, surprised at how the material was able to hold up the heaviness of her chest so tightly. As his hand continued sliding the zip downwards to the hem, he exposed her soft stomach and curved hips to reveal her high waisted lace underwear in the matching purple shade as her bra. Without hesitation, he pushed the dress off of her to drop on the floor, joining her shoes.

“Your ass too,” Tom inhaled. “Turn around and let me see it.”

As he asked, she slowly turned to show off her back side. He stepped back a little so that he could admire the view properly: the lace underwear clung around the middle but revealed the bare, milky skin of her cheeks. Slightly dimpled, he could see how much flesh she had there, just begging to be grabbed. He was about to ask if he could grab it before he remembered what she’d said. He didn’t need to ask permission. Alexis was there to do what he wanted with. She was willing. She was his toy.

Alexis heard the sharp smack before she felt it. The sound of a palm hitting her perabet giriş ass always made her inside jump and she felt the slight sting a second later. It wasn’t sore, just a slight surprise.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking about too,” Tom said, holding his breath as he watched as the skin had already started to redden. That was the beauty of her paleness: every mark was visible in seconds. “How many of these can you take?” He asked with another spank.

With a gasp, Alexis swallowed. “As many as you think I need.”

“Sir.”

Alexis smiled slowly at Tom’s correction and she felt weirdly proud that he was finding his way. “As many as you think I need. Sir.”

“Hold onto the bed,” He ordered with a thickness in his throat. Immediately, Alexis leaned forwards slightly to brace her hands on the edge of the mattress. His excitement took over and without even thinking of the best way to do it, he delivered short, sharp smacks.

Blow after blow, Alexis took in breaths, letting her dark hair wall around her face as she clutched her fingers into the soft comforter on the bed.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it, sir,” She gasped as the blows continued. “I want it. Smack my ass, sir. Smack it because I want it.”

At that he stopped and she was suddenly aware of her mouth on that reddened skin. Tom had sunk to his knees and started kissing her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her scolded skin. His hand squeezed her pliantly and dragged his tongue over her skin, overwhelmed by the primal urge to consume her. “Fuck,” He groaned, sucking on her skin, grazing his teeth along her as she immediately began to groan and push back into him to welcome his taking charge.

“Tom,” She moaned and he smacked her again before pulling back.

“Whoa,” He exhaled, feeling his legs go jelly. “Your ass. It’s intoxicating.”

Alexis smiled and reached her hand down to help him back to his feet. “I feel the same way about your dick, sir.” His eyes were glazed over slightly and he had to blink the haze away before he got too distracted.

“I want you to show me the things. The things to use tonight,” He swallowed to make sure he paid attention.

Alexis nodded and stepped away to pick up the bag to place on the mattress. “There’s a couple of things. I didn’t know what you’d want to use quite yet.” Pulling out a few items, she went to hold them up one-by-one. “Blindfold, obviously. Handcuffs with a safety release. Flexible paddle: it stings and is a bit more than just a hand but personally there’s nothing better than getting those handprints on the skin. Restraints that can hook onto the head board,” She held up the black material and ripped the fastening. “They’re Velcro. You pull and pull and they won’t come apart but the second you want them off,” She ripped the fastening again to demonstrate the beauty of Velcro over knots. “These…depending on how much you want to use toys.” She showed him the two vibrators: one that fit in the palm of a hand and the other phallic shaped one, just larger than the fist. “And you can use this,” She showed him the simple harness. “It straps the vibrator in place to force it against the pussy for as long as you want.”

Tom’s eyes had gotten wider with almost every revealed toy. “There are so many…”

“Baby,” She touched her hand to his shoulder. “I gave your wife a whole catalogue. She’s downstairs right now, choosing every toy she wants to use on you, to be used on her, on me.” Tom didn’t yet say anything in response to her, just kept his eyes wide. “These, I think you’ll like to use tonight,” She said and pulled the little box from the bag. Inside, variations of nipple clamps sat; some with chains attached and others with spikes, some rubber and some metal. “What do you think?”

“I think I want to use them on both of you,” He said with a swallow. She handed him the box for him to examine so she could go back to the bag to retrieve the last few things.

“Sir, what do you think?” She hummed innocently as she retrieved the final two items from the bag. “If I’m to be your toy for tonight. What do you want to see me in?” She held up to the two items: one, a dark red boned corset which laced in the front and had a black pattern over the front, and the other, just straps. He didn’t know which one was better. His eyes darted between them with an open mouth. “Don’t worry, what you don’t dress me in tonight, you can see me in another day.”

“How does…” He took the thick black straps from her hand and started to laugh. “How does this thing even work?”

Alexis laughed and dropped her head to the side. “Oh, I have so many magic tricks to show. I think we should save that, maybe.” She took it from his hands, meeting his blue eyes when he tugged it back but then let go with a bite of his lip.

“I like this,” He reached for the corset. “I think you would look magnificent in this.” She raised her eyebrows slightly, not moving until she heard the actual order from him and he took a second to take the hint. “Put it on.”

Alexis pursed her lips and inhaled. perabet güvenilir mi “Yes, sir.” She was able to work quickly but turned away from him to take off her bra and switch to the corset. With a look over her shoulder, she touched her tongue to her teeth. “Do you want to get Elizabeth? Or is this part just for us?”

Tom pressed his lips together, visibly hesitating before he grabbed his towel from the floor to wrap around his hips again, but it did nothing to hide the tent he’d created. Alexis laced up the corset in the front. She’d done it so many times that she could probably fasten it with her eyes closed. She knew how tightly to do it so that she could breathe easily but her waist was snatched and her breasts were pressed together and contained. She’d tied herself into it before Tom and Elizabeth had got to the bedroom.

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows as she stepped into the room, not wholly surprised at Alexis’ appearance but still taken slightly aback. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her cleavage and then down to her curved hips and the purple lace underwear. She could just about make out the red marks on her buttocks, which told her that her husband had already started up with their toy.

“Alexis, show Elizabeth what I’m gonna attach to her nipples,” Tom said straight away, not pausing to reintroduce everyone. He was too hard up for that.

“Which ones do you want, sir?” Alexis asked, picking up the box which contained the clamps she’d shown him earlier. Elizabeth raised her eyebrows slightly at hearing Alexis refer to her husband as ‘sir’ but didn’t say anything.

“Whatever you recommend,” He said, slightly dismissively as he directed his attention to Elizabeth. He slipped his hand around the front of her neck to get her attention and, when she looked up at him, he pulled her mouth in for a rough, crushing kiss. Alexis watched them with a small smirk as she took out the adjustable clamps that were perfect for a beginner. She let the chain slide between her fingers as she waited for them to separate, wanting Tom to ease in his wife. It took a few moments but Tom let go of Elizabeth’s mouth and gave a slight squeeze of her neck before stepping back. “Strip her.”

Alexis smiled and stepped forward to pull at the buttons on Elizabeth’s cornflower blue shirt as Tom spouted off his rules to Elizabeth which could basically be boiled down to one thing: do as I say. Alexis gave reassuring strokes and brushes as she undressed the blonde.

Elizabeth stood with her back straight and her body naked as Tom looked at her and took the clamps from Alexis’ hands. He stepped towards Elizabeth, holding the clamps almost threateningly but his hands were soft enough as he cupped one of his wife’s breasts and stroked his finger over her nipple to prompt it to grow erect. He watched as the nipple stuck out from the soft skin of her breast. She was breathing so deeply but he wanted to hear a gasp. He didn’t have to want for long. As soon as he had pressed the clamp to clutch her nipple, Elizabeth inhaled sharply.

Both Alexis and Tom sent their eyes to Elizabeth’s expression to watch her lips part once the initial tinge of pain subsided. There was a small smirk on Tom’s face. “What do you say?” He dared his wife.

She knew how to play along. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl,” Tom hummed before bringing the other clamp up to attach to her other nipple, finding her gasp just as satisfying as the first. His tug on the slim chain caused another soft moan as Elizabeth jerked forward to his touch but the clamps applied just the right amount of pressure on her nipples to provide ripples of pleasure. “Mm…something more, I think.” He turned to go to the collection of items Alexis has retrieved from the bag and picked up the silicon dildo. It was a representation of a penis, shorter and thicker than Tom’s but something Elizabeth could easily handle. “Alexis,” He said softly, gesturing for her to come towards him. “Get it wet for me.”

He held the phallus up to her, close to her mouth as Elizabeth watched. Elizabeth had a feeling that she didn’t need Alexis’ saliva to get it wet. Still, Alexis obediently opened her mouth and took the silicon into her mouth, keeping her eyes on Tom as she did so. He pulsed it through her lips, thinking back to how she had sucked him a few weeks before. The flesh coloured plastic disappeared into her mouth and she didn’t gag as he pushed it further down her throat to get it slick with her spit. He pulled it out without warning, looking satisfied with the spit around Alexis’ mouth. Quickly, Tom turned his attention to his wife. “Open.” It wasn’t her mouth that he was referring to, Elizabeth knew that. Her legs parted and Tom sunk to his haunches, nudging her thighs further apart. He felt his heart beat fast when he saw the wetness already on her lips and suppressed his grin. He hardly had to tease her slit with the head of the fake dick before her pussy seemed to swallow it up. He easily pushed it into it’s hilt, burying it in her to cause another moan. “Keep it in there,” He commanded with a tap at the thick base, making her gasp in confirmation as she clamped her thighs closed. “Don’t move.” With his order, he turned back to Alexis, who had been keeping an eye on things from a step away. “Get on the bed. I want to tie you up.”

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I was home about three hours early from work – the office needed to close early because the A/C system had broken down and it was unbearable. I figured I would pleasantly surprise my wife, Karen. I’m Carl Motian, I manage the accounting department for a national insurance firm, and we’ve been married 15 years. We have a two story, three bedroom colonial in the suburbs. The garage door was open and my wife’s car was inside. Strangely, there was a Corvette parked in the driveway. I wasn’t sure what that was about, but I pulled behind it any way.

I went in through the garage door, and into the kitchen. There were a couple of empty beer bottles in the sink, but no one there drinking. I heard noise coming from upstairs, so I put my things down and went to explore. I managed to miss the spot on the second step that squeaked, so I was very quiet as I went upstairs. As I got to the top of the stairs, the noises were beginning to sound familiar – and my cock began to get hard. There’s no mistaking the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. As I moved down the hall towards our room, I began to hear Karen’s voice – or, more accurately, the sounds she makes when she is being fucked. Moans, murmurs, sharp intakes of breath. I got to our doorway and paused, wondering whether I really wanted to look.

I quietly moved my head into the doorframe and stared. Karen, my wife of fifteen years, was naked, on her back with her legs up by her ears, on the receiving end of what appeared to be a very large dick. A very large Black dick, as it happened. Whoever it belonged to was balanced on his toes and hands, and his pelvis was thrusting hard and deep into her. I could see his big balls slap at her ass, and watched in awe as he pulled an enormous cock out of her. Her inner pussy lips seemed to cling to it as it withdrew, and her hips thrust upwards. Then he slammed back into her and she groaned loudly. The force of his thrust set her big tits jiggling, and then he did it again. And again. I stared at the spectacle straight out of a porn movie taking place on my bed, starring my wife!

“Honey, this is Derek. His cock is enormous. I’ve been coming over and over again ever since he started fucking me. He’s amazing! I just couldn’t wait for you to get home. Take your clothes off and join us!”

Derek looked up at me, his big Black cock poised to re-enter Karen’s hole. At first he was nervous and startled, so I’m guessing there hadn’t been much conversation before Karen got him into our bed. I wish I had recorded it – his expressions were amazing. Wide eyed amazement, which turned into puzzled wonder, with a tinge of worry – like maybe he was in big trouble – and, above all, it looked like his world had gone “Tilt!”

“Don’t stop fucking her on my account, man! I bet that big Black dick is doing things to her I can’t possibly manage.” Karen moaned in agreement. “I want to see her happy and satisfied and absolutely fucked silly! I’m here to help, so don’t mind me!” By now I was naked, my clothes scattered all over the floor, and my eight inches of circumcised cock was harder than I think I had ever been as I approached them.

“Just turn a bit so her head is off the edge of the bed, okay?” I said. “She’s been dying to get face fucked at the same time a big cock filled her pussy. Right, Karen?”

“I can’t get enough cock” she said. “You guys like pussy. Hell, you like any hole you can stick your dick in. I know that. But Derek, what you and your brothas don’t seem to understand is that there are women like me who love cock just as much. I’m going to wear out that big dick of yours.”

“Never gonna happen,” he said, sensing his manhood was being challenged.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Derek” I said. “I’ve seen her take on young studs and by the time they finished she was still wanting more while they could barely move. She’s insatiable – it’s why I’m not freaking out that my wife is in bed with some stranger while I’m at work. I can’t keep her satisfied, and so far, no one else can. Maybe the two of us can, but that’s doubtful as well. So go back to fucking her as hard as you can. Just don’t be surprised if she wants more than you’ve got.”

In the time it took to deliver that little speech, I had moved up to the bed and Karen had managed to turn them so her head was over the side of the bed. That classic pose you’ve undoubtedly seen in videos – the one that offered a straight line from her mouth to her throat. For his part, Derek has begun to recover and was slowly fucking into her as far as his balls would let her, then pulling out until the head of that big cock was almost out before moving back in. His cock was only an inch or two longer than mine, but it seemed to be as fat as a beer can.

“Carl!” she said sharply. “Stop comparing cocks and give me what I want!” With that her mouth opened and she reached over her head to pull me towards her. I didn’t need much urging.

“Watch, Derek! It’s amazing to see this!” I said as I guided my cock to the back of her mouth. I paused there, knowing she needed casino siteleri a minute to relax her throat muscles. When her hands pulled me forward, I felt my cock slip into her throat and then I was balls deep in her face.

“Damn, I can see your dick in her throat! That’s amazing. Bet she can’t do mine though.”

“Uh oh, dude, them’s fighting words! She heard you. That’s the kind of challenge that turns her on, so be prepared!” I pulled out of her amazing mouth because I knew she had something she’d want to say. I was right.

“Listen, you big dicked Black mother fucker, I can do that with your cock as easy as his. I’m more woman than you’ve ever met, and I can outfuck you in a heartbeat. Just because you got a piece of meat that’s impressed a lot of people up to now doesn’t mean shit to me. Now fuck me hard, already! I can out last any man, even with those stupid little blue pills!”

“I don’t take no pills! My hard on is natural, and I can outlast anyone!” he bellowed, now slamming her pussy like a jackhammer – just the way she loves it and why she talked trash in the first place.

“Carl, fuck my face already! I need cum in my tummy!” I again found her mouth with the tip of my cock, and slowly pressed forward until I was stopped by my balls on her face. I held my dick in her throat as she did her swallowing thing, massaging my flesh tube with the muscles of her throat, and then withdrew so she could breath when she pressed me with her hands. We had this down; both of us loved this, although for different reasons. For me, it was the amazing feel of her hot, wet mouth and the pressures of her muscles as she swallowed, as well as the amazing visual of the bulge of my cock in her throat which was so exciting to see.

She loves it all as well, but not for the same reasons. She says it’s like a crowning achievement as a slut – surrendering completely to a living thing buried in her throat, as well as observing the changes when a guy’s balls begin to prepare to come. They go from being loose and floppy to pulling up to his body, and then the sensations of a dick in her face pumping out jizz, twitching and squirting, as well as the experience of hot come deep in her throat, all combine for her so she can let her slut side emerge triumphant. It takes longer to talk about it than for it to happen, as I jammed my dick into her face and began to spew my load. She swallowed it all and the sensations added to the experience. When I was done I pulled my now deflating cock from her mouth and collapsed on the comfy chair there to watch Derek continue to fuck her.

There’s a difference – for her – between being a skank and a slut. A skank, as she describes it, doesn’t necessarily enjoy it; she puts up with sex to get something she might construe as affection from a guy. And that includes tolerating being treated like shit. Not for her! A slut, on the other hand, is what she calls a “way of being.” She says every woman has a slut in her; that “inner slut” isn’t all she is but is a part of simply being a woman. Allowing it to emerge gives her control over it; resisting it was behind a lot of what she did before we married and what had her in therapy for our first ten years together. I can’t say – I’m a stud when my dick is hard, and just another guy when it isn’t, but I don’t think that’s what she means.

All that philosophy aside, she now simply revels in the things she can do with a cock. Or cocks, for that matter. She says it’s part of her true female side – and however she wants to explain it, I’m with her. I can’t fully relate to it, but I know from her friends that it’s not just her. They “get it,” so I’m not fighting it. Why should I? I have a wife who absolutely LOVES sex. The big problem has been me – dealing with my own head when I had to face up to her needing and wanting more than I personally could provide. It did a number on me, I admit. Every guy wants to be the big dick in his woman’s life, right? I really had to unwire that in myself in order to have our marriage work. I am glad I did, but I still get envious from time to time. It’s balanced out, however, by pride. She’s proud to be married, proud of me, and has told guys about it.

It takes some of them down a peg or two; they can’t seem to understand how a woman who, moments before, was screaming about how amazing their big dick was would be delighted to be married to a guy not as large. It makes me happy, no matter how they react. More than that, it keeps my fears in check. Hell, it even spurs me to find her big guys with even bigger cocks!

A big part of getting over my issues was the money. No, she wasn’t turning tricks! What she was doing was showing off on camera and her income was beginning to rival mine! And damned if she wasn’t a lot happier going to her job than I was with mine! I mean, think about it – she didn’t have to get dressed up, or even made up, the only traveled as far as that second bedroom, and then she spent a few hours getting off and playing flirting games with an audience.

I canlı casino admit, to a man it sounds ideal, right? Until, of course, you think on those times of your life when you couldn’t keep your hands off your dick and masturbated non-stop and rubbed it raw. Remember those times? I know I’m not the only one (informal research, but research never the less) that happened to. Her issues were a little different – most had to do with lubrication issues, but in our enlightened day and age there is a growing personal lubricant industry. Turns out some of them will even endorse performers…

So, Karen spent her days masturbating online for viewers. Mostly men, but soon she had a female audience as well. And she had regulars; screen names that seemed devoted to her. In doing some of her private shows, she accepted all requests, primarily because of the money, but soon because they appealed to that inner slut of hers. She began to involve me – at first as just showing a big dick that she would insert where her fans told her, and eventually as her masked man. I mean, why not? It almost got to the point where she was bringing in enough money that we were contemplating becoming a one income family – but we had to deal with the inevitable downturn that camera girls face all the time. Basically, seeing the same person doing the same thing over and over eventually grows tiresome. Just like eating the same meal every day, or listening to the same song – repetition can kill the joy and enjoyment. Don’t think so? Then answer this: Are you still jerking off to the same things – like the EXACT same things – that used to get you hard? Of course not!

In any case, we were glad I hadn’t quit my job when her online earning leveled off. She still did daily performances, but had branched out. Now, instead of working from a site that had lots of other girls (and guys, and couples as well), she was on one of the newer ones where she had her own channel. People (because it wasn’t just guys) paid a small monthly subscription fee, and for her part she was now selling much more. Underwear that she’d worn (especially panties), dildos and vibrators she’d used – we were pleasantly surprised by the markup and profit on those things. Would you believe it? She had sponsors! A lube company, a sex toy manufacturer, condom makers – all those things you formerly found only in sleazy adult book stores – if they wanted to pay her to use their product, we accepted. Pretty soon I had to turn our third bedroom into our mail order inventory room!

One of the features of her site were her product reviews. None of those “made for general audiences” discussions. If the item was meant to be inserted somewhere, she would try it out on camera. When we found some of those clips on free porn sites, we shut that down. Now, part of any review was strictly verbal (of course, she was naked while speaking) and there was a link to the performance video with a charge for viewing. We hired a lawyer – a fan, actually – to go after all those clips on free sites, and we kept him around to do all those other lawyer things, paying him in personal benefits – turns out he loved getting butt fucked, and Karen was happy to oblige. He was also well-hung and Karen got what she wanted as well!

I had some moments where I wondered what the fuck were we doing. Especially when she began bringing in other guys for video sessions. I mean, I thought I was keeping her satisfied, but when I watched the first video of a her with a guy who was hung like a bull I almost lost it. Whatever pleasure she got from my cock wasn’t even on the scale of what she seemed to experience. He rocked her world the way I never had. Hell, that video set a new record for her, both for the size of cock she fucked (he was 12 inches) and the number of orgasms – we lost count after a dozen!! I felt caught – on the one hand, she had the greatest sex ever but it wasn’t with me. And I made that mean I wasn’t worth it any more for her.

I couldn’t get hard after that. On the one hand, I wanted to blame him. Or her. But on the other hand, I wouldn’t allow myself to blame her. I had promised that her happiness was more important to me than anything else and if that meant she needed bigger cock than I had, I ought to be happy about her getting better orgasm than I could provide, right? And then I was mad at myself for not simply letting it happen and feeling jealous. It was a downward spiral and it was only after we hadn’t had sex for two weeks that she grabbed me and sat me down. She knew something was wrong. She even knew what it was!

We worked it out. She told me, in no uncertain terms, that she loved me and valued me. That she was amazed that she had a husband who supported what others would call grounds for divorce. She knew what was going on in my head and finally couldn’t wait for me to pull my head out of my ass. I was, she said, the most incredible man she knew because I made her happiness more important than my own. The problem, she said, was that I had made it into an either/or kaçak casino situation and trapped myself.

“Sex and love” she said, “really are two different things. I really need sex – I’m nuts without it – and it’s just better sex with bigger guys. They don’t love me and I don’t love them even if it looks like it. Or even if I’m shouting it when I’m getting the shit fucked out of me. If you’re worried I won’t be happy screwing you because you aren’t as big as some of those guys, give that up! I love you, you big dummy, and what you don’t seem to understand is that the sex and love I get from you is more precious than any mind-bending orgasms I get from big cocks. What do you need from me to convince you? Are there secret fantasies I can fulfill for you? Do you want my permission to fulfill on those I can’t? All you have to do is ask and it’s yours. I will do anything for you – all you have to do is ask, okay? Is there anything else that’s infected your mind?”

I might write about what happened after that at some point. There was some of what I had considered to be really depraved stuff that I got out of my system that night, and she didn’t bat an eye! That was when I realized I had a wife who was incredibly horny, happy about it and who loved me even as sick as I thought I was. (FYI, once I got to talking about that stuff, I realized it wasn’t sick at all. Like I said, maybe I’ll say more about it.) I made her even happier by letter her indulge and get the sex she needed.. I know some folks would think it crazy – but that’s their problem! Our sex life resumed that night and hasn’t slowed down since.

Soon we had a camera person in addition to our lawyer. Our camera person, it turned out, was a lesbian named Norma who had finished film school but who wasn’t getting work. We let her live in our basement, we paid expenses for her and were beginning to bring in enough to provide a small salary, primarily because we kept her busy! Depending on things, Karen could film something every day – and it was never just “turn on the camera and perform.” Norma began directing things. Where it used to be okay to set up a stationary camera and let it run, now we had both a stationary camera and a handheld, and thing began to look really good!

Aa it turned out Norma also got in on the act. It was during one of those product reviews, when Karen had a ginormous dildo sent to her – easily twice as big as anything she’d ever used. She was reluctant to try it, and didn’t want to lose the sponsor, and that’s when Norma spoke up.

“I can demonstrate, if you want” she said. “I was thinking about getting one of those anyway. If I use it, can I keep it?”

“Honey, if you want to go on camera and stuff that thing up your cooch, then of course you can have it!” Norma brought in her partner, a tiny Asian woman name Carol, and since she had some privacy concerns, put on a mask and proceeded to demonstrate and review that enormous hunk of silicone and how it could actually fit. That session still makes money for us!

Karen’s videos picked up. As horny as she was, she was delighted to film with a big cock! One of the things she and Norma cooked up happened while she was developing her ability to deep throat – they turned it into an instructional video! Norma directed the project over a two-week span. I don’t know how they auditioned the guys but they started with average sized dicks and gradually got bigger and bigger. They had to really get creative, because all Karen wanted to do was get on her knees, concentrate on the crotch in front of her and slowly unveil whatever meat was there. Then she would go to town on it. After a week – five guys – Norma brought in clips and Karen realized she had to vary her routine! That next week was wild – and a bit messy until she finally got her gag reflex under control. But by the end of it she was swallowing ten inches of cock without any strain,

Then Norma filmed interviews with Karen that she interspersed with the videos. That finished video won Norma awards from the Adult Film industry! And a side benefit was the Karen now had a regular supply of big cocks, to use as she pleased! She went for months with just one at a time. That was the period where she became a big fan of anal. That was also the time when she started with tattoos and piercings. At first, I wasn’t a fan of tattoos. Truth be told, I’m still not – but it’s her self-expression, so what I think is irrelevant.

The money was even better than before. Especially because we had an “inventory.” At any given time, we had dozens of videos on line, merchandise for sale and live shows that drew bigger and bigger crowds. And the best part – Karen always had cocks available to her. Talk about loving your work!

I still remember her first gang bang shoot. I found out later that it wasn’t her first gang bang – that had happened before we met, and the night she told me about that and the others she’d had before we met was a very wild night, by the way! But this was going to be done the way she wanted. Those earlier ones, she told me, weren’t always that good. Part of the problem was size control – she had to deal with a lot of below average cocks and too few of the big ones she adored. For her shoot, however, there was no such issue.

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Little Packages Ch. 07

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(Early August)

Ben/Daddy

I woke up and through the fuzz of coming back to consciousness one thought broke the haze ahead of the rest.

“You’re 49 now.”

There was only one reaction to that realization.

“Well, fuck,” I muttered to myself.

I sighed and had the quick, dark thought about Beth, who didn’t get to make it this far, so suck it up.

That’s when I noticed Kitten wasn’t in bed with me. This was unusual. On our days off I was always up first. I took care of breakfast and, if she slept in too late, I’d go in and slap her ass to wake her. I tried shaking her awake, but she told me she prefers the other method. Who am I to say no to my little girl?

This meant she was up early and scheming. Ever since she came back from the con in the States last weekend, she’s been planning something for today and this weekend. I had spoiled her plenty over the last year – Christmas, her birthday, and Disney – so she was determined to do something mindblowing for me.

It wasn’t necessary. I tried to explain that my birthday was never a big deal, but I got the crossed-arm, ‘don’t mess with me’ look, so I dropped that line of defence. She wanted to do something for my birthday, so let her plan and scheme.

I could use the boost. I’d cut a fine line with Kitten the previous weekend. I worked hard to be honest with her, but sometimes some things got…excluded. We talked about Beth a lot over the last year. Sometimes I think too much, but she’s insisted on it. She wanted to know who “shaped” me and she believed it helped me.

She wasn’t wrong. It did help. And I’m glad her heart was so big that she was able to do that.

But she missed details sometimes. Why wouldn’t she? She wanted to know what she was like, how we met, and how I changed after I met her. She never thought to ask things like “When was her birthday?” and “When did you get married?”

The answer to both being “Why, last weekend.”

When Beth and I got engaged, we decided to get married on one of our birthdays. That way we’d always remember when the anniversary would take place. And because our birthdays were so close together, it would be a week of festivities during the summer. Her birthday was on a Saturday in the year we wanted to get married. Mine was Thursday. She won.

I’d been dreading that weekend when I got the small miracle of Kitten doing that con. I didn’t have to explain to her why I was off. I didn’t have her hovering over me being sympathetic and supportive. I appreciated her wanting to help, but it’s not what I needed that weekend. She’d done so much for me already.

So I went to Toronto and Meg and I hung out. And it was good. There was some crying. We didn’t even drink that much. Well, I didn’t, and she stopped after one, realizing getting shitfaced by herself was going to suck. But we walked a lot and talked a lot and it was good. I felt much better and Meg was better too.

A year ago that weekend had been a mess. This year it was cathartic. I was glad I was back home with my Kitten and able to relax and enjoy whatever mad scheme she had planned for today.

I hauled myself out of bed, grabbed my cane, and walked over to the mirror. I was 49 years old, damn it, let’s do a quick assessment.

I looked at the naked man in the mirror. It’s not often you get better over time, but I honestly think I looked better than a year ago. A year ago I had more weight on, my eyes looked dull, and my hair and beard were a mess. There was little life there. I’d only just begun to crawl out of the hole from the accident.

But now…now I looked pretty ok for a guy just short of 50. There was a dad bod going on. It’s not like I had a six-pack or anything. But my weight was under control, there was a decent amount of upper body strength going on and even my physiotherapist admitted that my knee was in its best shape since the accident. I was always going to have a limp, but if I took it easy, and wore a brace, I could go a short amount of time without the cane.

But I liked my face. My hair and beard were well-groomed. There was life back in my eyes. I could see smile lines on my face. The grey was proceeding at a steady pace instead of the warp speed of previous years. My knee was a mess, but it was never going to be pretty to look at. But I could look at the scars on my body and not be traumatized. I was older but happier. Progress.

I put on a pair of shorts. I wasn’t quite the same level of exhibitionist that my Kitten was becoming, although I might be by the end of the day. I began walking towards the kitchen, my cane tapping out so she could hear I was coming.

“Do not come in here,” a voice called out from the kitchen.

Oh God, she was trying to cook.

I had spent a chunk of the last three months trying to show her how to cook. I probably started too ambitiously, but I scaled back my efforts. Very basic things she could now handle. She could make spaghetti. I was reasonably confident she could be trusted to put French fries in the oven and remember to take bedava bahis them out. We’d tried pancakes and spent longer cleaning the kitchen after that disaster then we did eating them. She could make a surprisingly half-decent omelette, 50% of the time.

My Kitten had many, many redemptive qualities, but it was clear that cooking was going to be a lengthy work in progress.

“Are you sure you don’t need a hand, princess? I’m happy to help,” I called out.

There was a banging noise and the sound of something landing on the floor. I was also pretty sure I heard “Fuck.” Along with “I can fix this.”

“Kitten?” I said, taking a step towards the kitchen.

An arm with a frying pan came into view. The rest remained hidden.

“If you come in here, I will tell you all about the amazing birthday you had when you regain consciousness tomorrow,” she said in a voice that was no doubt meant to sound threatening.

“Ok, ok,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Where do you want me?”

“Front deck is fine. I’ll be out…shortly,” she said in a less than confident voice.

I made my way out to the front deck, wondering what disaster was happening in there and decided one of my birthday perks was going to be not thinking about it unless I heard the smoke detector go off.

I sat down, took in the view, and smiled. It was going to be a hot day, so I was perfectly happy to spend all day in the cool of the house, but whatever my little girl had planned, I would go along with it.

I was a slacker Daddy. Part of the agreement of her coming to live with me was that she would have chores, just like any little girl would. Except she had me wrapped around her little finger. So she would often come home at the end of the day with Michelle and Ahmed and I would get the usual song and dance.

“I’m really tired, Daddy,” she’d say. “Can I do it later?”

That often led to her holding up her feet and asking for a foot rub. Which often then led to her magically finding enough energy to bounce enthusiastically up and down on my cock while having multiple orgasms.

I was being manipulated and didn’t care. It was going to suck having her go back to school in a few weeks. I loved having her here.

I was still enjoying the view and the warmth when I heard clicking coming down the hall. Was she wearing heels? And then I heard her voice call out.

“Ok, Daddy. Close your eyes and I’ll come out and serve you,” she said.

Somehow, I thought the double-entendre on “serve” was deliberate. I held my hands up and made a very deliberate motion of covering my eyes. I could hear her giggle and then there was more clicking. She was definitely wearing heels. I then heard a tray being placed down in front of me. I was mentally preparing my “it looks delicious” face.

“Open your eyes, Daddy,” she said in her little girl voice.

I opened my eyes and concerns about the food immediately vanished. Mainly because I was too busy looking at her. I’ve watched a lot of anime with her over the last few months. Her efforts to get me to like anime were similar to my efforts to get her to like cooking – it wasn’t working, but we were each trying. A lot of that anime featured a Neko maid. It’s a thing in anime, and Kitten loved them.

Now I had one of my own.

She was trying to be all shy and demure, but I could tell she was dying to start grinning.

It was a maid’s outfit, but with an anime twist. So it was short and ruffled out so much that it was only a couple of inches below her pussy. It was black and white, and the apron had a little cat paw on it. The black top had a cut out of a kitty head. Around her neck was a black collar with a little bell on it. On top of her long strawberry blonde hair were a set of black and white cat ears. There were fingerless white lace gloves on her hands and legs that had white stockings that came up just past her knees. She was also on top of four-inch heels, making it a minor miracle she’d been able to get out here to serve me. It made her taller, but I still had a good eight inches on her.

There was also a tail was coming down from underneath her skirt. There was no chance it was attached to panties.

“Wow, Kitten,” I said. “You look amazing.”

She beamed and then did a twirl…slowly because she wasn’t always the best in heels. Then, just to confirm things she bent over, showing that she wasn’t wearing panties and the tail was exactly where I thought it was.

“Do you like, Daddy?” she asked.

“You’re beautiful,” I managed to get out.

She giggled. “No Daddy. Do you like the breakfast Kitten made for you?”

Ok, there was a bit to process there. She was referring to herself in the third person. So this was going to be an unusual day. But she was right, I hadn’t looked at breakfast yet. I glanced down and was…kinda surprised.

The vegetarian omelette looked good. She had some toast which was burnt, but I liked my toast burnt, so whether by accident or design she did well. There was an orange on the side of bedava bonus the plate and a cup of coffee and a glass of water. There was also… something that might have once been bacon before it was left next to a nuclear explosion. I was astonished the smoke detector hadn’t run into the bedroom to wake me up and warn me what she was doing to innocent pork products.

There was also a little blue pill. I picked it up between my fingers and gave her a look. Her shoes suddenly became very interesting to her.

Early in our relationship, when it became clear that this was going to be more than just a comic con fling, I worried about whether or not I was going to be able to keep up with her. My Kitten has a healthy sex drive. I didn’t want to disappoint her.

There were also psychological concerns. I’d been depressed and my sex drive had been non-existent for two years. So yeah, I was worried about getting hard. I’d been rock hard that night at the comic con, but was that a one-off burst of pent-up energy or a change in the wind?

So I got a prescription and got some pills. It was an “In Case of Emergency, Crack Open Packet” sort of thing. But it turns out I didn’t need them. Kitten was so amazing to be around my energy levels went up and my sex drive went into overdrive. So I didn’t need them. I tossed them in the bottom of a drawer and forgot about them.

Except here was a pill. So unless Kitten’s power of persuasion included being able to woo pharmacists, she’d been rooting through my clothing drawers. I should be mad, but this wasn’t the time.

“Have you been going through your Daddy’s belongings?” I asked.

“Kitten might have accidentally found them when looking for one of your shirts to wear,” she said, looking at her shoes and gently swaying back and forth. “And she thought that maybe Daddy might want to take one because Kitten wants to fuck an awful lot today.”

It was hard to argue with that logic, although there would be consequences for her going through my things. Later. Obviously. I took the pill and placed it in my mouth. I could see her eyes getting wider. Then I swallowed it with a sip of water.

“You’re in for a long day now, Kitten,” I said. “Are you going to join me for breakfast?”

She smiled, grabbed a pillow from one of the chairs and placed it at my feet. She then knelt in front of me. She made a brief pouty face and rolled her eyes that I had bothered to put on shorts today, and then reached up and quickly pulled them down over my legs. The pill was going to take another 20-30 minutes to kick in, so the hard cock that was waiting for her was 100% natural. She took it in her hands and moved them gently up and down.

“Kitten has all the breakfast she needs right here, Daddy,” she said. And then she slid her mouth down my cock.

I grabbed the arms of the chair, mainly so I didn’t take my hands and run them through her hair and begin to fuck her mouth. She’d like it, but Kitten…Kitty had a plan today, so I was content to see where she went with it.

She kept her eyes on me and she moved her mouth up and down my cock. Then, she glanced over at the food on the table. My crazy little girl expected me to eat breakfast while she was sucking my cock. I shook my head in disbelief and then grabbed a fork and knife, cut off a piece of omelette and put it in my mouth.

It was not bad and I smiled as I chewed. That was the right reaction because Kitten began to hum as she moved up and down my cock. I could also see her eyes begin to glaze over. She’d worked hard to keep her focus, but there’s only so long she could suck my cock before zoning out.

I kept eating as I watched her move her mouth up and down my cock, letting it pop out of her mouth so she could flick her tongue under the crown, which she knew I loved. But then she would fill her mouth with my cock and I could see her mind just go.

I loved watching this happen to her. I used to feel guilty that I got so much enjoyment out of watching her essentially become a mindless sex toy, but she told me I was silly.

“Daddy, I love sucking your cock and being a mindless little fucktoy. I feel safe when I do it. I know you won’t hurt me. It’s a safe space for me. So don’t be so silly and enjoy it,” she told me.

So I did.

I finished my omelette and toast and then sipped from my coffee. The noise made her look up at me, and I took a spare hand and scruffed her hair behind one of her ears. Her eyes lidded again and she purred.

“I have such a good little Kitten,” I said. “She’s sucking my cock like a dumb little fucktoy.”

She began moving up and down my cock a little faster, trying to take more and move it. She wasn’t 100% at being able to deep throat me at will, but since her breakthrough last month, she was getting a lot better. She also took one of her hands off my leg, reached around and placed it on the hand I had on her head. She placed pressure on it letting me know she wanted her head forced down.

Kitten had been sucking my cock for 15 minutes deneme bonusu now and I could feel the pill coming in around the edges. I could feel my cock start to swell more, I was getting more flush and there was the beginning of a headache coming on. I was also feeling more aggressive. I know the pill had little to do with that, but I could feel the urge to dominate her coming on. I put down my coffee and put both hands on her head and began to push her down on my cock. She groaned, and I could feel drool beginning to come out of her mouth and as she worked harder and harder.

“Take all of your Daddy’s cock, you silly little Kitten. I’m going to paddle your ass if you don’t get all that cock in your throat,” I said, growling a little.

That seemed to do the trick. My cock slid an extra inch or two and I could feel it going into her throat. I kept my hands on the back of her head, and she looked up at me with wide eyes. But she wasn’t panicking…yet. I kept my hand on her head for a few seconds and then I let go. She pulled back, coughed and started gasping for air.

The Daddy in me wanted to kneel and make sure she was ok and apologize if I hurt her. The dom that she wanted right now had to look down at her and not make a move. Finally, she looked up at me and smiled.

“Kitten took all your cock, Daddy. She’s a good little girl.”

Jesus Christ.

“Yes, she is. Does she want more?”

She nodded her head.

“Can Daddy cum in his Kitten’s mouth now? She’s awfully hungry.”

Who was I to deny my little girl? I stood up and looked down at her. She looked a little uncertain about me standing like that, but I put both my hands on her head and moved it forward until her lips found my cock again. It quickly slipped past them and I could see her eyes dull again as she became submissive and mindless.

For all the sex we’ve had in the last nine months or so, I’ve rarely cum in her mouth. It wasn’t because she hated the taste. The couple of times I had, she really liked it. She simply preferred I cum in her pussy.

I began fucking her mouth, moving my cock back and forth as she frantically sucked on it. I could feel the building of an orgasm. My moving her head back and forth became more erratic.

“Close, Kitten,” I managed to gasp out.

Suddenly, she pushed forward, wrapped her arms around my waist, and I felt my cock back into her throat. That’s all it took.

“Jesus, Kitten!” I cried out and came. I could feel my cum pulse out of my cock. She swallowed it all like it was a favourite treat that had been denied to her for too long. She pulled back suddenly and I let her go and she collapsed back on the floor, gasping for breath. I flopped back on the chair with my head spinning. I’m always shocked at how intense it is when I cum from one of her blowjobs. I love fucking her, but I could get seriously addicted to her blowjobs.

Once I could focus again, I looked at her. She was still on the floor and had a glazed look, but was coming back out of it. Her face was flushed where she hadn’t been able to breathe.

“Are you ok, Kitten,” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she managed. “Thank you for breakfast, Daddy. It was yummy.”

Kitten ungracefully made her way back on her feet. I moved to help her but she waved me away. She picked up the tray of dirty dishes.

“Kitten will clean up, Daddy. You sit here and enjoy the sun while she prepares our picnic lunch,” she said.

“Picnic?” I asked, and then thought, oh God, she’s pushing her luck with food today. At some point, I was going to end up in hospital.

“Uh-huh,” she said, wobbling dangerously on her heel as she headed inside. “Kitten thought it might be nice to have a picnic at the pool under the falls. That way she can show you her new bikini.”

My cock, which had never really softened after her blowjob, began to harden again.

“Give Kitten an hour to get ready, ok Daddy?”

***

Kitten and I had been to the lookout area of the falls many times this summer. It always made me feel good hearing the stream run and the water go down over the falls. I’d been told it slows down during the summer if there wasn’t much rain, but there had been a decent amount this summer, so it was still going strong.

But trying to access the pool was a whole other thing. It was mostly a 10-foot tall rock cliff on the sides. There was one small area where you could walk into the pool, but you had to go down a steep slope and cut through some dense trees to get there. We’d tried once and, while it was nice, it had been a hassle to get there. I could have hired someone to cut a proper path, but I didn’t want people to find out about it. I liked the privacy and didn’t fancy having strangers crawling over the spot during the summer.

Still, Kitten wanted a picnic next to the pool, so who was I to say no?

If nothing else the walk to the pool gave me quite the view. Kitten was swinging a picnic basket she’d acquired from somewhere. She had exchanged her cat ears for the wide-brimmed hat with mouse ears she wore to Disney. She was wearing some kind of water shoes and a long Hello Kitty shirt that dropped to mid-thigh and covered up whatever bikini she was wearing. She also kept her tail in. I was curious to see how that was going to work when she went swimming.

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Bar Circle C Ranch Ch. 03

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Chapter 3

Kelly came home extra frisky that night. She asked me to get a bottle of wine and some glasses. She went and sat on the fur rug by the fire. When I got there, she was naked and wrapped in a blanket. This is going to be a good night I thought to myself. I poured her a glass and before I could pour myself one, she asked me: “to go to the bedroom, undress put on the cock cage and bring oil, the paddle and Jeff.”

She thought I was crazy when I first started asking her about Jeff and asking her to tell me about it. She kind of reacted like I did finding out bigger guys were with her when I said it turned me on thinking about her with other bigger guys, however just like me, she evolved. Over time she grew to enjoy it as a fantasy and to tease me about it. Much later in our life, I was reading more and more cuckold porn and the sub hub in chastity idea really turned me on. So, I stopped at our local adult store and bought my self the Jail House cage. It is stainless and brutally strong. It is actually too small for me, so morning wood erections are incredibly painful.

She was not home when I got home. So, I went skinny dipping jumping naked into our freezing swimming pool. I refuse to spend the money to heat it so it usually between 60 and 65 degrees. I know from experience jumping every evening after work that it causes massive shrinkage. I stayed in a few bone chilling minutes to make sure I was small enough for the cage. It was still hard to install. I had to coat my cock and balls with baby oil. The only way I can fit in the ring is to push my cock inside out and shove one ball at time through the base ring and then push my back inside out. Getting my cock into the actual cage is not easy either due to my thickness. So, I have to push in slowly sliding over each ring of stainless steel. I cannot get it all the way by hand, the only way the head gets to the bottom of the cage is by attempting to get hard in the cage. Then I slide the cage onto the base ring being careful not to get my cock meat stuck on the two little stud that make sure you cannot rotate the cage and get out.

That first day I caged myself and then got dressed for dinner. We went to our favorite little Bistro and had appetizers and wine at the patio bar. It was there that I told her about the cage. I showed her a picture of one on my phone. She blushed and said: “oh my that is something else.” Since we were at the bar, we were side by side I grabbed her hand and put it in my lap. Her face when she felt the steel cage my penis was trapped in was priceless. She whispered: “so how does this work.” I told her: “I would do anything she wanted, please her orally and with Jeff.” I handed her the keys and said: “you get to decide when I am released.” That first night she let me out after I had pleasured her. Over time I encouraged her to lock me longer.

One time I met her and her two closest girlfriends at the same bar for Happy Hour after work. They were celebrating my wife’s birthday and had been bahis firmaları there since they started a late lunch. They had all had a lot of wine and were beyond blotto. Apparently, they had been talking about sex as women full of wine often do. Her friend Anne leaned over and says quietly: “Kelly told us about your obsession. Cindy and are still shock and told Kelly we did not believe her, so she said we could prove it to ourselves.” As she said that she slipped her hand into my lap and grabbed my caged cock, her eyes lit up and she said: “I know what I am getting Bob for my birthday.” Cindy slid her hand in my lap and traced the bars of the cage and cupped my balls gently. She said aloud kind of to know one, “I do not think I could get Don to wear one unless I tied him up first. There is a thought.” She looked to the other women and said: “we have shopping to do.”

I paid the bill and drove the three to an adult bookstore. It was so hot being with three fairly drunk beautiful suburban MILFs looking through all of this sexual material, especially being in my cage. This is very high-end store, most of the workers are women, normal looking suburban women to college age women, it was female owned. You enter on the right side of the building while not many young people go there that side it is not required to be over 21 as it is mostly lingerie, costumes, surprisingly lube and the S something must have her really turned on. She hears me return and does not stop. I tell her you look beautiful baby. Thank God I put the cage in the bedroom, or I would never get it on now. She is usually embarrassed to touch herself even when I ask her too but tonight, she does not stop.

She says, boy do I have something to tell you. While I tell the story, you get down here and help me out. First with your mouth and then with Jeff. You know how you usually do it slowly and sensually, I want it hard and fast. So, kiss me a bit, then firmly suck on my nipples while I continue fingering myself and then get down there and make me squirt. “Yes, Ma’am” is my only response. As I lean down to kiss her. Our tongues dance a few times, and lifting the paddle off the rug, she says: “but first some motivation.” She has me lie across her lap. This is the first time she has ever spanked me without me asking for it, I am so hard in the cage it is insane, cock meat is bulging out between each ring of steel. “I want a nice angry fuck with that big cock, so I am going to make you angry. Not the usually twenty, you are getting fifty she says.” Usually, she does a gentle hand warm up, so my bottom is ready, but not tonight, this is punishment and meant to sting. I can tell from the first swat that she is serious. She hits my ass harder than ever, there is no pause to let the pain sink in, the swats come fast and furious. The spanking was over amazingly quickly. She drops the paddle and says get to work and make it angry or the paddle is coming back out.

As I slide off her lap and up, we share the most passionate kiss kaçak iddaa ever. I touch my ass and feel how hot it is. After a boastful aggressive kiss. I suck and pinch her nipples as she rubs her clit. After a few minutes of boob play she picks up Jeff and starts sucking him while putting her other hand on the top of my head pushing me between her legs.

Her cleaning waxed lips are swollen and absolutely soaked. I slide between them and lick away. I play with her lips and tongue fuck her trying to tease like usual. She slaps the side of face and say I told you angry, get the clit so I go aggressively on her clit, alternating between sucking it and flicking it with my tongue, I look up and she has Jeff deeper in her throat than I ever recall. I can feel she is ready for her first orgasm already. She grabs and handful of my hair holding my tight to her and says stay right there and keep doing that. Almost instantly she begins to squirt soaking the rug.

Usually, her clit is sensitive for a bit and she wants a break before I continue but not tonight, she holds me head there a just say again. I continue my work until she squirts two more times. After the third squirt, she pulls my head up and says role over. I brought the Jeff that straps on my mouth, she cums from oral or her on top. Before straps it on she lowers her rosebud to my face and has me lick her ass for a while. After a few minutes she straps Jeff on my face there is about four inches of penis in my mouth and nine more for her, with big black ball that sit on my chin.

She usually takes Jeff slowly because of his enormous girth but not tonight. She hops on and takes him in one motion, all the way down to his bas and may face. She starts riding my face like she is galloping her horse. I am talking hard, fast, and aggressive, she is out of breath. As she starts to come the first time, she says I learned something today at the barn that I cannot wait to tell you about. She stops pumping and stars grinding, grinding is how she cums. I can barely see above her, but I see she has a hold of each nipple and is twisting them back and forth while pulling them away from her body as far she can. It must be pleasure and pain because she is about to cum like crazy, but I can see her wince when she pulls be tits to the extreme.

At last, she squirts all over me moaning like a woman possessed. After her orgasm she rolls off and drops onto my chest. I think I do not know what she heard but my God I cannot wait to hear. She lays there slowly catching her breath. After probably ten minutes she removes the cock from my mouth and kisses me gently. Looking into my eyes she says: “thank you, that was just what I needed, sometimes a girl just needs a good hard fuck from a nice big cock — too bad yours is not that big.”

We kept kissing as my hands caressed her body feeling all her lovely curves. She looks at me and says: “I know you are super tuned on right now, but you are not getting unlocked today.” She tells me to: “pick up the oils, kaçak bahis she is worn out from riding and fucking and needs a massage.” I think to myself great more torture. I get to touch everything but not use it for my own pleasure. I kiss her forehead and profess my love for her and pick up the oil. I roll her face down and being on her shoulders. She tells me to: “make certain that my cage is always touching her body somewhere during the massage.” As I work on her shoulders, she starts to tell me what she learned at Wine Wednesday about the meaning of the logo and brand and about the secret club. She said: “this was always a fantasy we have had a lot of fun with, but I could never in my head see a way through the logistics of actually cuckolding you and becoming a Hot Wife. What turned me on so much is with this club. This club that is a secret run by someone I already know; I could see a real possibility that we could do.”

I continued to caress her and rolled her over and started making out with her. I told her “I was thrilled with the news as well and amazed by her performance today.” She thanked me and kissed me back. She told me: “I am a woman on a mission, I am going to get really close to Karen and learn what I can about the club. The cost, initiation process, anything I can. I am also going to ride around the Club House and see if I can see anything.”

Once she is all covered in oil. Her massage is complete, and she looks blissfully relaxed. She looks at me with a devilish smile and says: “thank you that was amazing. Now I want my husband to make gentle love to me. Kiss me like you do, gently play with my breast and nipples. Eat me gently, including all the teasing you are so good at giving me. When you are done and after I have a nice gentle orgasm from my loving husband you are going to get the vibrating butt plug prostate massager. I am going to put it in your ass, pump it up nice and big and turn it on high. Then I am going to roll over and let you grind your caged cock over my oily ass, and you have my permission to orgasm if you can.”

We made out for ever, I made sweet tender lover to her body with my hands and my mouth. I brought her to nice slowly building orgasm and swallowed nearly all of her squirt. After she caught her breath, I went and got the plug and lube. She put me back over her lap and worked a few lubed fingers into my ass and then the plug. She pumped it up extra thick and turned it on high. I got up and she rolled over presenting me her sweet little ass. My cock was killing me in the cage, but I needed to cum. I started grinding on her oily ass my hands under her gently cupping her breasts. She was talking quietly about cuckolding me at last and getting a real big cock or two again. When she said or two, I came.

Cumming in chastity is fairly easy for me but odd. The cum does not shoot out it dribbles. There is no rush or euphoria but the pressure in your balls is better. I lay on her back, my cum on my belly as she quietly continued her story of our future with the Club House. We briefly fell asleep together, before going to take a bath together and then back by the fire to enjoy our wine and some cheese and crackers and continue our Club House talk.

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The Jock and Me

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I was the picture of teenage angst and rebellion. Wild red hair dyed black, all black clothes, and a thick chain and padlock around my neck. My high school sexual adventures were wilder than the average teen, but my wildest was not the threesome or the first girl-on-girl experience, but the one I had with Eric. Eric was captain of the football team, a star player, and a god in the school. I had talked with him only a few times, when we bumped into each other in the halls or I dropped my books, he would say he was sorry or help me pick them up. He seemed like a nice enough guy… for a jock…

That summer day started as many in my youth did. I woke up horny, and always looking for a good fuck, I called my best friend, asking who he knew that was free for a couple hours. The name he gave me was not all I had hoped for, but it was enough. I didn’t like the guy. In fact, I downright loathed him, but as horny as I was, he would do.

I gave him a call, and shortly he was at my door offering to take me home with him. Against my better judgement, I accepted. We got to his house all too quickly and the moment I settled down on the couch he was all over me. He wasn’t what I normally considered attractive. He was a little heavy with a swinish face that was not normally as disgusting as it was at this moment. I hadn’t actually ever thought of him as ugly, however, until then. He was slobbering and manhandling me awkwardly and anxiously.

I told him nervously to slow down, but he obviously didn’t hear. He began to tear at my blouse, clumsily fumbling my breasts. His breathing became hard until he actually sounded like a pig. I pushed him away, but he was back on me in a second. I was disgusted, and began telling him to stop. He simply snorted and continued trying to get my top off. Fed up, I slapped him and kicked him away. He grew angry, but I did my best to show no sign of fear.

“You wanted this, bitch,” he breathed, “don’t back out on me now.” He grasped my thighs and dragged me to a lying down position.

“Get off of me you disgusting pig!” I shouted in his ear. I knew what was going to happen, but I didn’t have time to brace myself for the slap… or the ripping of my blouse. I lay there for a second before becoming angry again, and fiercely fighting back, kicking and screaming and stumbling off of the couch. He looked at me, but didn’t move from the couch. I stood up, and he said obnoxiously, “I never wanted you anyway, you fucking whore.

I scoffed bahis firmaları at this and replied scornfully, “You are the most disgusting waste of human skin I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He leaned back on the couch casually. “Well, looks like you’ll be walking home then, slut.” I kicked the coffee table over before I stormed out. I guess I expected him to come after me, but I didn’t want him to, and he didn’t. I began walking down the dusty country road alone. I only felt the sting from where he hit me when I began to feel the heat. It was bearing down on me hard after the first mile.

Then it suddenly hit me I had no idea where I was. I was deserted on a country road, in the summer heat, with nowhere to go. Instead of freaking out, I calmly sat down and lit up a cigarette. I heard a car engine, and stood up. He had come looking for me. But when the old classy impala came over the hill, I realized it wasn’t him, and I could hitch a ride. I jumped up and down, sticking out my thumb and yelling. The car was going too fast, but the brakes slammed as the driver pulled over and opened the passenger side door.

I hopped in hastily before even glancing at the driver. “Oh thank God you came along. I was about to die from this heat!” I said, fanning myself, and attempting to wipe the sweat from my brow.

“No problem,” said the driver, taking off. That voice…I turned to see Eric, the jock from school. I looked at him a little shocked. He had picked me up? The king jock had given ME a ride? I chuckled at this. He looked at me and said, “What were you doing out in this heat, anyway?”

I flipped my hair out of my face and said, “You don’t want to know.” He actually persisted, pointing out the mark on my face, until I told him the story. He pulled the car over and looked at me seriously.

“Are you ok?” For the first time I really looked at him. Deep brown eyes, square jaw, not overly muscular. He didn’t look like a jock. He looked…good. He leaned over and gently touched the spot where I’d been hit. I cringed, and he immediately backed off.

“Who did that?” he asked.

I sighed. “No one,” I replied. He looked genuinely concerned as he studied my face. I could smell him…a tantalizing mixture of sweat, cologne, and maleness. I turned away nervously, painfully aware of my attraction to him. My thighs tightened as I thought of what he could do to me on this deserted country road. I looked at him to see him staring back at me with lust in his kaçak iddaa eyes. The school freak and the school jock…together? My brain contemplated this shortly before he bent down and kissed me ever so gently on the lips.

He drew back slowly and I took in his features…rough, but there was something innocent about him. Those eyes just took me in. My body taking over, I reached behind him, grabbing the back of his head, and pulled him to me, kissing him hard and deep. My hand went instinctively to his thigh where I felt a huge bulge. I had heard rumours about his size, but I figured it was bullshit. I drew back in shock when I realized it wasn’t.

He looked at me, puzzled. “What?” he asked. I giggled nervously and reached slowly for his cock. He smiled approvingly, and guided my hand, stroking his swollen member. He began breathing hard, and I marveled at the size and thickness of it as I stroked in steady rhythm. I reached over anxiously and unzipped his jeans. He was wearing loose boxers, which were easy to pull down, and to let his massive cock spring free. The precum shone at the tip, and I greedily bent down to lap it up. Suddenly Eric pulled me up by my hair and stopped me.

I looked at him confused. “Oh…I forgot about your girlfr-“

“It’s not about her,” he interrupted, “It’s about how much I want to fuck you. I have since the beginning of school., you should know that by the way I look at you in the halls…all I can think about is fucking the life out of you.” He leaned toward me, his hot breath on my face. “Get in the backseat,” he said.

I froze, trying to get this stranger-than-life situation settled in my mind. “Um…ok…” I hastily climbed in the back, and he joined me. He took off his shirt to reveal a slightly muscled chest, broad shoulders, and a trail of hair leading into his pants. I stared, and breathed as best I could. He gently tilted down and kissed my neck, lightly at first, then growing tenser. I moaned softly and pressed my hard nipples against his chest. He drew back and took off my top, kissing his way down my chest, pulling down my bra, and suckling my rock hard nipples. His facial hair ticked and chafed against my soft skin, making me groan in delight. One hand ran through my hair, as the other slid up my thigh.

I reached blindly for his pants, and he immediately fell on top of me, restricting my movement. In one smooth motion, the school jock had my pants and panties down, and was staring at my red pubic hair. kaçak bahis He paused and chuckled. “You’re a redhead…mmm” He worked himself out of his pants, and lifted my legs above his shoulders. He hesitated, rubbing his cock up and down my slit. I moaned and thrust myself forward, trying to get him inside me. He drew back and smiled.

He bent down and whispered, “You want that, do you?” I managed to nod. “Mmmm hmmm…” I bit my lip in anticipation. His fingers reached up and began working my clit, making me rotate my hips and groan. He teased by kissing and nibbling my neck while fingering my clit. I began to tense up, and he sensed it, stopping all motion and pulling back.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered. He leaned back on his knees and gazed at me while stroking his cock. I looked at him pleadingly. Here I was, the school freak, and I was lusting after the school jock. And I’d never wanted anything so bad in my life than for him to take me. I sensed he wanted me too. He bent down and began kissing me again, and the next thing I knew, his large penis was being inserted into my tight hole. I tried to gasp, but he kept kissing me, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. His cock went in farther and farther until I though I would cry. The mixture of pleasure and pain was incredibly intense. He let up for a minute and drew in a ragged breath.

“God, you’re tight,” he moaned. I squeezed my eyes shut and wrapped myself tighter around him. He groaned and began thrusting, slowly at first, until the pain went away, and I opened my eyes to see him straining to take his time.

“No,” I said, “fuck me. Fuck me how you want to…how you’ve always wanted to.” He slowed and looked at me, his eyes widening.

“You sure?” I gazed into his eyes.

“Yes…please…fuck me…” And with that, he thrust into me, fast and hard, causing me to cry out as he beared down on me. He used all his strength to fuck me, ravaging me like I had only dreamed of. That raw feeling of pure ecstasy began to take over as I felt myself tensing up. He began going faster, pounding my pussy with all his might, groaning as I latched onto him and screamed in pleasure. I felt the orgasm growing inside me. The tingling sensation and the pressure were begging to be released. I could sense it in him also. He tightened, and began slow, hard, digging thrusts, his orgasm near. My pussy tightened around him as I shivered and shuddered and dampened his cock with my juices. This was enough to make him moan loudly and collapse on top of me, both of us shaking violently.

We were both sweaty and sticky in each other’s juices, when he looked up at me with his dark eyes and said, “Can I give you a ride more often?”

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The IT Guy Pt. 04

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“I still don’t understand the bracelet, he buys it for you and tells you you can keep it if you don’t fuck him?” James said holding her wrist looking at the expensive piece of jewelry, “If he wanted to make me jealous by buying you something we cannot afford, it is working…I was going to say give it back, but you agreed to give it back only if you guys fuck. Crap, I hate this thing.”

Anne looked at James, “I’ve thought a lot about this since at first it made no sense, but there’s a possibility it was just a joke and there’s no meaning to it, but…” Anne hesitated.

“But, everything Davenport does is with a purpose, you wanted to say.” James sighed.

“Ok, let’s look at this from his angle. First of all every time I look at it, I am reminded of the possibility, the promise of sleeping with him, plus every time you look at it, you have to be thinking the same thing. What if I shower and forget to put it back on and you come home from work…I wish I hadn’t said I’d leave it on until….”

“Fuck him. Let’s just take it off and throw it in the jewelry box, or give it back to him and tell him to give it to another of his willing women.” James spat.

“No, I also like teasing you wearing this, and perhaps I’ll intentionally leave it off some day. I know how excited you get thinking how close I came to…anyhow, I see other motivations for John. Let’s say he bought me a $5,500 bracelet and I sleep with him because I am so grateful. That just makes me a whore and second, he wins me over not by this wit, charm and large dick, but by buying me. He doesn’t want that, he wants me to come to him and let him take me willingly.” Anne finished. “Also, he wants you to know he’s had me, you see I no longer have the bracelet and I don’t need to say a word, forget about Schrödinger.”

“Why would a bracelet prove you came to him willingly…never mind. Crap, this raises the level of willingness, or rather eagerness. You want him so bad you’ll be sacrificing this bracelet just to have sex with him. That would represent a huge victory for him, you open your legs and in effect you pay him $5,500 for him to take you.” James said bitterly, “God, he’s good, no way this was a joke. What about the cocktail dress, where is it? I want to see it on you.”

Anne got up, “Stay here, I’ll go get it.”

Five minutes later Anne came back into the bedroom wearing…almost nothing, or at least that is what James saw. Anne twirled in a skin tight, thin satin or silk dress so short that it that barely covered her ass and pussy, her back totally exposed down to just above the crack of her ass, but the side panels were what drew James’ attention. They were 6 inch wide sheer strips of fabric that went from her thighs to her armpits. “Anne! I can see your boobs from the side, and how will you wear a thong or panties? How the hell will you sit down?” James sputtered.

“I know, I am not sure if I can wear this out in public, but,” reaching behind her she pulled on a matching light jacket, “this goes over it, so I can walk around without being totally leered at.”

“Sit down, I want to see how exposed you are. No way can you go out with Davenport wearing that, no way.”

Anne walked over to the chair in the bedroom, taking off the jacket she pulled down the hem and with great care sat in the chair with her legs tightly closed. “See, you can’t see anything.”

James looked at her, “Relax and let your legs just open naturally, yeah. See? I can see your slit right there.”

“Maybe I should take it back, it is really revealing.” Anne said sadly.

“Anne, I know you want to wear this, but how about this? You drape the jacket across your thighs when you are in the car and put your napkin on your lap at the restaurant. Nothing much we can do about the side-boob issue, but, damn! You look really hot in that. Come over here.” James said.

James stood up and kissing her, put his arms around her, letting his hands roam down to her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the hem. Anne’s tongue was eagerly probing his mouth and he could feel her pubic bone grinding against his stiff cock. He slid his hand between them and found a slippery wet slit welcoming his finger inside.

“Oooooohhhhh, yessss. I want you to lick my pussy, lick my pussy with me in this dress.” Feeling James’ finger attack her pussy harder, she moaned, “Yes, you like that don’t you, you like thinking about John’s tongue right there, he’ll surely want to do that seeing me in this dress…” She pushed James to his knees and opened her stance allowing James to press his face into her moist cunt. “Oh God yes!! There, there….fuck me with your tongue. Yes, that’s it, deeper…” Anne moaned feeling James’ finger push into her ass.

James started roughly finger-fucking her asshole while driving his tongue deep into Anne’s wet hole, pulling her onto his tongue with his finger in her ass. His lips were getting bruised with her thrusting pelvis and was rewarded when she started panting rapidly and bucking harder against canlı bahis face. James had to swallow all the flowing juices and when she was done, he slipped his finger out of her ass and let her flop back on the bed. He stood up looking down and her drenched pussy exposed with her legs splayed wide and pulled his pants off.

“Wait,” She said, “I want you to do me from behind as if you are just seeing me in this dress for the first time.” Anne got up and stood in front of the dresser, pulling the hem down as far as she could. She felt James’ cock first poke her, then press his dick against her ass.

He wrapped his arms around her, “I saw you standing here alone, where is your husband? Why would he leave you alone?” He said feeling the warm sides of her breasts through the sheer fabric before reaching around and cupping her breasts.

Anne rubbed her ass against his throbbing cock, “I think he is off tit-fucking some busty babe, or perhaps burying his cock in her ass, since he doesn’t get that from me, you know how it is, boys will be boys. You planning on doing anything with that, or just hump my ass?” Anne purred as she bent over onto the dresser.

James felt her dress pull up as she bent over and her bare skin on his balls. “My wife won’t let me fuck her ass either, where is this busty babe?” James said looking around, “Think he’ll let me have a go when he’s done?” He grabbed his dick and started sliding the head up and down her slit feeling the lips part.

“You really want to take me like that? I said he can’t have my ass, I never said you couldn’t.” Anne bent forward pressing her chest onto the dresser, and when James pressed his cockhead against her anus, she pushed back letting out a moan as the cock readily slid in. “Yes, that’s it, fuck my ass.”

“I love your dress, I didn’t even have to pull the back up to get at your ass, all the men here are going to love this, plus I love your shaved pussy when your juices flow. Your husband has no idea what he’s missing.” James said while rapidly rubbing her clit.

Anne was getting close to cumming and thrust back against James’ finger and cock, “Crap, you feel good, why didn’t I do this with the pool boy…ahhhhh, or the mail maaaaannnnn. Uh, God yes, there. We wouldn’t have all these little bastards running around, Oh God, I’mmmm cummmmminnnnng.” Anne slumped onto the dresser panting.

James grabbed her ass and started pounding her faster until he began to feel his balls ache and with a long moan filled Anne’s ass with his hot cum. Slumping down on top of her he panted, “Ok, we’re keeping the dress.”

Anne groaned, “Why do I let you punish my ass like that? Let’s get cleaned up and see if this thing is dry clean only.” She said while peeling off the slinky dress.

“Ok, tell me about the Bahamas.” Anne said as they settled on the couch in the living room.

“Yeah, ok. I was really nervous when we got on the plane and it wasn’t made any easier when Lexi pointed out there was a clothing-optional beach down from where we were staying.” James said, “And it didn’t make my stomach feel any better with the thought of being naked with her and my assumption the Davenport would be calling you… ten minutes? He waited that long?” He added bitterly, before relating the trip to the Caribbean.

Lexi spent the entire flight leaning over to James making a point to press her sizeable breasts into his arm. She kept saying how exciting it was for them to be working so closely together and she knew they’d be even closer when the trip was over.

James tried to push the thought of Lexi and him out of his mind while also trying not to think about Anne and Davenport. “Lexi, I’m going to close my eyes for a bit since I need to catch up on sleep.”

Lexi giggled, “I’ll bet. You and Anne kept each other up to make up for the coming dry spell? But you seem bothered by something, don’t you want to be with me on this trip?” She finished pouting at him.

“No, no, I like being with you. I’m just thinking about other things, don’t worry about it.”

“I know what’s bugging you. You’re thinking that John is going to be hitting on your wife while we are away. You’re bothered that she’ll like it.” Lexi said seriously, “Actually, I know he will be. He told me that he welcomes the challenge, but your wife seems tough. Relax, you know that you can’t do anything, so just enjoy the moment.”

“He told you? You talked about Anne? Why would you guys discuss her and his…whatever, I’m going to sleep.” James said angrily sliding the pillow behind his head.

“We talked about you too. He mentioned he saw how you looked at me and that I’d better watch out. It wasn’t just about your poor little wife.” Lexi said with a huff.

A while later James turned to Lexi, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I know you and Davenport are friends, strange friends, but what the heck. Let’s just talk about the project. I think we can get through the hardware set up by the end of the day Tuesday. Then do the software bahis siteleri installation and run some stress tests starting Wednesday.”

Lexi turned to James, “I’m sorry too, I should realize that it has to bother you having John alone with Anne. She’s a grown woman and not some innocent high school girl, unless John asks her to dress like one, he likes that.” Lexi giggled, “Sorry, sorry, it was just a joke.” She said laughing when James glared at her. “Come on, you’ve been apart before, haven’t you?”

“Actually, no. You know we got married in January and I’ve not travelled anywhere, except on our honeymoon. And neither has she.”

“I guess that’s right,” Lexi said, “I hadn’t thought about that. Well, this will make future trips easier, unless…never mind.”

“Yeah, unless. Can I trust her for future trips? On the other hand, perhaps I’ll never know.” James said quietly.

“Why wouldn’t you know, you think she’d cheat on you and not tell you? I guess you know her better than I do.”

James closed his eyes and tried to block out any images of Davenport and Anne, but that proved impossible so he faked sleeping the rest of the way.

The first few days were a lot of work at the bank followed by dinner meetings after which they both came back to their rooms with the incredible views of the ocean and flopped down and did very little other than sleep. Finally Thursday they were able got away and go find a meal on their own.

James looked over at Lexi after finishing a great meal with the sun showing off her great figure from the side. “You were really good this week, we got through the hardware and software installs without a hitch and all the testing went perfectly. Makes me nervous though, nothing should ever be that easy.”

“I’m that easy,” Lexi laughed, “though you won’t even try? Will you? But, thanks, I was surprised how easy it all went, I think the president expected a lot of delays. Want another umbrella drink?”

“I do, but I’ll pass since I hate to think how my head will feel in the morning as it is, but these really go down easy…Yes, I know, so do you.” James laughed seeing Lexi start to speak. You just like teasing me, or do like sex a lot? Never mind, none of my business.”

“I like sex a lot? I’ve seen you look down my top, you are fixated on my breasts and I know you’d like to see them, so I might tease you and flirt with you, but at least I’m honest. Tell me you haven’t thought about your cock nestled between them.”

James got really red, “I’m sorry, I try not to look, but your tops are so loose and…ok, yes, I would love to see them. What guy wouldn’t, unless he’s like the concierge, but even though I’d love to, I can’t. I can’t do that and live with myself knowing I’d cheated on Anne. But, be honest with me, if I were single, you’d most likely not even flirt with me, you like the tease. You like the challenge of getting a married guy on top of you.” James responded.

Lexi looked thoughtful while scanning James’ face, chest and arms, “I am not so sure about that. I agree, I love it when married men let go and go at me like they’ve never had sex in their lives, but you are different. You’ve got brains, and you’re nerdy. Did you know everyone around calls you the IT Guy, even other people in IT? You focus on your scripts and tools and pay almost no attention to anything else, but you get aroused as quickly as I’ve ever seen,” Lexi giggled looking down at the table, “but you don’t let your desires overrule your loyalty to your wife, even knowing that she might be naked with John as we speak. Sorry, I know that’s blunt, but here you are…not taking advantage of…me.” Lexi paused indicating her form with her hands. “You know I’m not going to say no, you know I’m yours to do with however you like, you know I’ll never tell anyone, especially your wife. But you still are not going to compromise yourself. So, I’m going to have another drink since I’ll need to get myself drunk so I’ll be easy when I take myself tonight.” Lexi waved to the waiter.

“Whew. I guess I’m going to have one to after that.” James said. “You always this honest?”

“You obviously won’t be any help,” Lexi laughed, “but, tell me, if you were single, or if you didn’t mind cheating, would we be sitting here talking?”

“You know the answer to that. So, what is it about Davenport that he seems to get what he wants, who he wants?” James asked with a pain in the pit of his stomach.

“Are you changing the subject? You know why he gets who he wants? He doesn’t quit until they say yes. I think he gets more pleasure out of the chase than actually screwing them.” Lexi replied thoughtfully.

“I would have thought he gets more pleasure out of…well, the pleasure. What? He likes wearing their resistance down?”

“Yeah, and seeing them go from a total no to them giving themselves to him freely. I think he likes seeing them figuratively, if not literally opening up to him. The cake is when they open their legs and offer themselves to him, everything bahis şirketleri after that is icing.” Lexi said. “Are you bothered that John is working on your wife while we are out here?”

“Yes, I am, but there’s nothing I can do about it, is there? I can either think about it or block it from my mind.” James said sadly. “But, you said you’ve slept with him and….”

Lexi laughed, “And I’m not really an unwilling partner, you are suggesting. No, we have fucked quite a few times, and we both enjoy it. All his conquests seem to come back to him. I hate to say this, but if Anne sleeps with him, she will be comparing your penis to his every time you put it in her.”

James groaned, “So he has a big dick, so what? What about love and passion?”

“God! You are really naïve, aren’t you? During sex, love has very little to do with it, though passion plays a huge role. It’s all about the level of eroticism, enhancing the passion. What was it about the first time you had sex that made it so special? What about when you fucked your girlfriend and she insisted that they do it in her parents’ bed? It was the added eroticism, enhanced passion…was it forbidden? Risky? When John takes a married woman, she is opening herself up not just to his big dick, but to all the risks and dangers that come with being with a man who is not her husband – and she often does things with him that she never would do with her husband…you. They screw him and when he cums, they eagerly suck his dick until he is hard again and climb onto his hard cock and ride him some more. When did Anne last do that to you?” Lexi said looking James in the eye.

“I can see that. It scares me thinking she may crave that level of eroticism, passion. She likes to tease and get men aroused, but I don’t think she’s ever cheated on me.”

Lexi chuckled, “That you know of. Face it, there’s all levels of cheating. She could have ground her pussy into some guy’s hard on on the dance floor, let a guy squeeze her ass, let him feel her boobs. That could be cheating, or it could be foreplay for later and you are the winner. Nothing is black and white. I know some of those women get home from being with John and their husbands get off fucking their sopping pussies. Is that cheating when their husbands encourage that? Only you can define cheating. You asked about John’s dick? Finish your drink, I want to show you something.”

James laughed. “I thought that was my line. Ok, where to?”

Lexi winked at him, “Come up to my room, honey. You’ll see.”

When they got to their adjoining rooms, James said, “Hang on, I have to stop in here, I’ll knock on the connecting door when I’m done.”

“Ok, go pee in your bathroom, I’ll just open the door on my side.” Lexi laughed.

James knocked and opened the door and found Lexi sitting of her bed with her hand behind her back. “Ok, what did you want to show me?”

“You asked about John’s big dick?” She slid her hand from behind her back holding up a fat clear acrylic foot long penis. “This is why I keep going back to John, this is why so many other women go back. They may feel tremendous remorse, but a week or two later, they call him up and arrange to have their pussies stretched to the limit.”

“No way, there’s no way his cock is that big.” James sputtered. “And, there’s no way that would even fit inside of you, let alone Anne.”

“You would be amazed what women would do to make this fit. And, yes, this is exactly the same size as John’s. In fact, this is from a mold I took and sent off to have made. Thank God for Viagra since he had to maintain his erection for quite a while, not that he had too much trouble since a girlfriend and I entertained him.” Lexi stroked the huge shaft while she told him this. “We did both get him to fill us up after the latex mold hardened – all the way in, if you are wondering, and my girlfriend is not much bigger than Anne.”

James looked at the billiard ball size head and the thick shaft and imagined Lexi taking all that cock, and felt his cock twitch thinking about Anne with her legs opened wide…. James shuddered and said, “I cannot even imagine.”

“Watch.” Lexi said as she slipped her shorts and thong off. She grabbed a vial of gel and squirting it all over the head, she proceeded to lube the entire shaft. “Stay there and watch, I know you want to see this.” Lexi said when James started to back away staring. She opened her legs wide and pushing the glistening head against her obviously aroused labia, she worked the head into her.

James was stunned and the abrupt display of nudity. He couldn’t take his eyes off her cleanly shaven vulva and the small dark patch of pubic hair on her mons. His cock ached to be free as blood rushed into it.

Lexi kept her eyes on James as she pushed the massive shaft into her, watching his unblinking attention on her vagina being stretched wide and the length getting deeper and deeper into her. When it was as deep as it could go she released a satisfied groan and was happy to see a large tent in James’ pants and a wet spot forming. “Oh God, this feels good.” She moaned as she drew it all the way out before slamming it back in, “Could you at least play with my tits as I do this?” She panted.

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The Interview

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My husband needs a secretary at his office. He asked me if I wanted to “interview” for the job. He and I have wanted to have sex on his desk for quite some time, but one of his guys is always around. Finally, last Friday, he scheduled them all to be in the field so that we could conduct the “interview.” It went a little like this:

I had planned my outfit deliberately. I chose a short skirt, a black thong and a tight, white, low-cut blouse that clung to my 40 D tits. I wore a bra, but made sure it didn’t have padding so that my hard nipples poked through my and blouse. I wore high, stiletto heels…with an ankle strap. I wore no hose…

I waited for my husband’s crew to leave, and entered his office.

“Are you Mr. BD?” I asked He smiled a sly, quick smile that told me that I caught him off-guard. “Yes, I am…and you must be (looking down at his paperwork) Miss SK?” “I am.” He eyed me up and down, as if he had never seen me before, as if he didn’t know what large tits and wet pussy was waiting for him. My thong was barely containing my wetness as I saw how he looked at me. “Can I freshen up before the interview?” I asked seductively? “Of course” he said, and pushed himself away from the desk. I could see through his tan khakis that he was hard..

I made my way to the restroom, and checked the mirror. I put red lipstick on, “lip finity.” It doesn’t come off. I had large hoop earrings (his favorite) and my shoulder-length blonde hair was tousled around my shoulders. Was it a little “over-the-top?”….yep! And that was just what I wanted.

I walked back into the office, and he was back at his desk. He looked at my “freshened up” face, and smiled another smile of content. I took the nearest seat. I made sure to remain “in character”, and he followed suit.

“So, bahis firmaları Miss SK, I am already pleased with what I see,” He began. His eyes moved from my brown eyes and full lips to my breasts. I noticed that the office was colder than it had been when I walked in. My nipples began to harden, and pressed through my blouse. He noticed this.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I like to keep my office cold. I find that it makes for a more pleasurable working experience, if you know what I mean, ” he said, suggestively.

“I don’t mind, sir. I just hope my body doesn’t distract you when I get cold. It becomes somewhat embarrassing, well, right here….” I said, and cupped my hand around my left breast. I pinched my nipple through my shirt, and then looked at him.” I could tell that he was becoming more aroused by seeing me touch myself.

“So, Miss, is their a certain position that you would prefer in my office?” My husband was getting ready to fuck. I wanted to seduce him a little more.

“Well,” I said, placing my finger to my lips, “I am VERY qualified in a LOT of positions. Perhaps I should bring my resume over to your side of the desk, and we could discuss different positions.”

“That would be very nice, ” he said, and motioned to me with his finger. I stood up, making sure to bend forward so that he could see down my blouse. “

“Those are really….nice….” he said, rubbing his hands, and stopping a chill that was going through his body.

As I went around the desk, I could see that he had precum on the front of his khakis. I knew I needed to take care of that soon.

I took a seat…on his lap….and produced a pretend resume. He pretended to look at it, and then threw it on his desk.

“I’m tired of playing with you, sweetheart…I want to see kaçak iddaa what you[sic] got…” “Mr. BD!” I feigned astonishment. “What is it you need?”

He pushed me to the floor, and unzipped his pants. His bulging cock sprung out of his pants, and as I had expected, he had precum on the tip. I immediately got on my knees, and licked the head of his dick. I enjoyed the salty taste of what I had made him produce.

I took his cock all the way down my throat, slurping and gulping as I did. I licked the underside of his shaft, and rocked back and forth as I continued to suck. He made moaning noises, and let me know I was doing a great job. I pulled his balls up from his pants, and put them in my mouth. I made my tongue move them around and licked between them. I went back up to the head of his penis and rubbed my tongue around it’s rim. More precum came onto my tongue, and I made sure to make a string from my tongue to his dick so that he could see me. I took another mouthful of dick, as he pushed my head down and made me take more. I opened my throat and took it all.

I knew he was about to cum, so I stood up. I removed my blouse and my bra, exposing my milky white tits and my huge, rock-hard nipples to him. He smiled, and cupped them.

“Miss SK, you are QUITE qualified in that position. Now I want to show you another position I would like to see you filled….I mean fill.”

He touched my back and pushed me down onto his desk. My breasts could feel the coldness of the papers scattered there. I wondered what kind of mess we would make on this pile of business. I still had on my skirt and my black thong. He grabbed the waist of my skirt and pulled it down. Slowly, he worked my thong down over my pussy, my ass, and down my legs to the floor.

Normally, I like to be kaçak bahis spanked, and my husband knows this. But, being in character, he decided to say this:

“Miss SK, I think you have been a bad, bad little girl. Normally, I would spank your little tight ass for this, but I don’t believe in doing that to a secretary. Instead, I think I’ll spank you in a different way.”

He took his long, hard dick and slapped my ass with it. He asked me how I liked it, and I told him it felt good. He said “Now it’s time to give it to you the way you want it,” and shoved his dick into my tight hole. He grabbed my hair and began to pump he as hard as he could. Pulling my hair hard enough, I raised a little from the desk. He reached around and grabbed my left nipple and pinched it hard between his fingers.

I thought he was going to finish this way, but he had one more surprise for me.

He knows that one of the ways he gets me to cum while he’s rubbing me is to tell me that I am being forced to sit on the dick of a man whose cock is too large for me. He sat in his chair, and said “Miss SK, I’m really enjoying our fuck. Now I want you to take me a little deeper.”

As he was sitting in the chair, he made me nearly stand on it, my ass toward him. He bit my ass, and told me to put my knees on either side of his legs. I could see his dick, wet with my pussy juices, sticking straight up. He grabbed my shoulders, and placed his dick at my hole. He pushed me down on his shaft, and then lifted his legs to give me all of his long dick. I leaned back on his big chest, and moaned as he pinched my nipples. He came hard this way, and then rubbed my clit until I did, too.

I dismounted and noticed that he had large amounts of cum on his still-hard dick.

“Wow, what are we going to use to clean that up?” I asked, truly innocently. He looked around his desk, and then back at me.

I knew what to do. I got on my knees, and licked the remnants of our “interview” off of his dick.

I think I got the job.

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The Innocent Youth Ch. 02

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Part 2 – Aubrey

I woke a little after dawn from one of the deepest, most dreamless slumbers I’d ever had. I felt like I’d slept a thousand years. I felt completely refreshed— but disoriented. Then I remembered last night with pure disbelief.

What did I do? Thoughts of yesterday began flooding back into my head. The obscene flashes of memory. The things I’d said and begged for. The musky taste— of a man— still in my mouth. I cheated on Ian! Last night seemed like a dream, but a good, naughty dream. But it had happened, for sure. I let a silver fox of a man, Clive (What the hell was his last name? Did I not even know it???) completely use me in every way possible for his sexual gratification. He fucked me.

The image of his broad chest towering over me flashed into my head. The image of his thick, sexy penis flashed into my head too, sticking straight up and curving upward toward my face. He shoved the whole thing into my mouth.

I cupped my vagina. It was tender. And my ass! He put his unprotected thickness into my ass and stretched me open. I was really sore back there. I’d never felt it being sore like that before. It was a strange sensation, but only partially unpleasant.

I’d called him Daddy and begged him for more over and over and over again. What the hell had gotten into me? It was saw raw and uninhibited. But I’m not a cheater! I’m a good person! He called me a good girl last night. That primal desire stirred darkly in me again.

This could never happen again, not ever with anyone. I’d see Clive again though, we had a—

Suddenly it struck me: I’d have to see Clive again in just a few hours! We were meeting with the man who would (hopefully) be my new employer, Dave. Clive had pretty much gotten me a job at a PR firm so I wouldn’t have to work at the restaurant anymore and could really start my career. Now all I had to do was meet Dave, the communication’s director at that firm, for brunch. The huge problem was that Clive was going to be there too, the whole time, remembering what he’d done to me!

Whatever. He had pleasured me as much as I pleasured him. It would be our dirty secret. I had wanted it, for sure. I’d wanted it bad. That agonizing ache between my legs I’d endured before he finally put it into me…

I’m a really anxious girl but the way Clive made me feel was just completely incredible, confident and unrestrained. He’d made me feel fully alive and sexy and totally, completely desired. Then he made me feel safe as he tore down my inhibitions and dominated me. It was… was… so fucking erotic, is what it was. Honestly.

Uh oh, was I getting wet again? I really, truly loved Ian but Clive had a wolflike dominance. I had allowed myself that pleasure once: the pleasure of sexual surrender.

Just once. What Ian didn’t know would never hurt him. Ian had, after all, was the most wonderful boyfriend ever and the one who had taken my virginity. Last night was just one, little sex act with the only other penis I’d ever feel inside me, just to get it out of my system for good. A small infidelity never to be spoken of again.

I was rationalizing, I knew. I closed my eyes and remembered Clive licking me, remembered him working his warm, expert tongue up and down my folds. I was touching myself. I couldn’t help but remember feeling Clive’s tongue entering my ass and that sensation of firm, yet tender heat in—

Suddenly, my phone began ringing, jarring me back into reality and shocking the lust right out of me. Uh oh. It was Ian.

“Hey, Babe! How’s home?” I said as I answered, forcing as much fake cheeriness as I could into my voice. It felt slick between my thighs as I rose to a seated position.

“Hey Aub! I hope I didn’t wake you up. I just sorta missed you, wanted to say hi.”

“Aww, well I sorta missed you too.” I said with a forced chuckle. “All good over here, just worked and had some drinks with Alice again. Didn’t stay out too late yesterday. I worked a double and was totally pooped.” I felt so guilty, lying to him like that. He was a really, really sweet guy and probably the love of my life but this was just a one-time thing.

Ian filled me in on the hiking and kayaking he had done with his family and some puppy his cousins had gotten. He wasn’t coming back until Sunday, tomorrow, and had plans to see his old friends today. I told him about the weirdly casual Saturday brunch interview I was about to have for the communications job.

I had previously told him about the job, but I hadn’t mentioned anything about Clive. I pretty much knew Clive was a sort of dirty older man who was checking me out from the start, but I’d kinda liked it. I didn’t want Ian getting worried or worked up by telling him. I guess there was a reason for him to be worried after all. I guess in a way, I knew what would happen all along.

The room still smelled of sex. The illegal bahis bed looked like a crime scene. He’d made me squirt all over the sheets last night, like I’ve never done before. I came so hard with Clive’s big penis up my ass, over and over again. There was also a really unfortunate spot where I’d fallen asleep and his… stuff had seeped out of my rear. I opened the windows and pulled the sheets off the bed.

As I did, I noticed a halfway-folded post-it note flutter down to the ground. I picked it up and gasped out loud. “Meet me at the café tomorrow before your interview with Dave. Make sure you wear your plug.” It was signed “–Clive”.

I was wet. My heart was pounding. I stared at the metallic plug lying on the floor. I’d never worn the thing outside the apartment before. Why the hell was I even entertaining the idea of doing this?

Could I really get interviewed while having that bulbous toy lodged inside my ass? With Clive sitting right there the whole time, looking at me knowingly with those intense blue eyes? It was possible. It would be exciting, that’s for sure.

I found the sensation titillating when I cleaned all areas of myself in the shower. I placed a finger on my sphincter and pushed in. To my surprise, it dilated and swallowed the tip easily. To my delight, the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I was still sore there, but it was a good sore. I pulled my finger out and pushed two fingers into myself. Deeper, deeper.

I felt dirty there. He hadn’t even used a condom. I just let him put his fingers and his big dick inside there like he owned my body, no questions asked. It felt so wonderful when he touched me there. When he pushed into me…

I curled my fingers inside myself thinking about it, resulting in an anguished groan emanating from deep within my throat. My tight flesh felt hot, wrapped around my fingers and tight around my knuckles.

He had cum inside there. I still felt dirty, like he was still present somewhere inside my bowels or stomach. I want him to defile me like that again. To let him pleasure himself in the most forbidden depths of my body. To feel him stiffen and twitch and spurt deep inside me. I was rubbing myself with my eyes closed, knees about to buckle.

Dropping to my knees, I doubled over and brought myself to orgasm while the warm water flowed over my body, moaning and trembling as my mind went white with pleasure. Yes, I was going to be interviewing with the plug in my ass. And afterwards, Clive could have his way with me no matter what he asked for.

I’d just allow myself to be bad this weekend, while Ian was away. And then it’d be all out of my system forever. That’s what I told myself.

I finished showering and got dressed. I chose a cute, ruffled green top, snug dark jeans and a waist-length black blazer. I dried and curled my thick red hair, put on some lip-plumping lip gloss and applied a dash of rouge to my cheeks. To most, I wanted to look like a regular person going out for brunch. I also wanted my future boss to see that I was a professional woman who was comfortable in her own skin and in the presence of powerful men. But lastly—I’m so terrible—I also wanted Clive to be watching the curve of my ass underneath my tight jeans and be unable to stop thinking of my lips wrapped snugly around his big penis. Two could play at his game of seduction. I knew my freckles, big brown eyes, heart-shaped face and buxom curves made me look innocent and girlish and it drove a lot of men crazy. Well at least one man was going to be going completely insane today.

Finally and most importantly, picked up my butt plug with the heart-shaped base. I pulled my jeans down over my butt and carefully applied a pea-sized blob of lube directly to my pucker. I rubbed some lube on the metal plug, too. Not too much. Just enough. Gently, I pushed the cool metal bulb into my still-sore hole. I felt myself open, willingly accepting the smooth foreign object into my ass, then felt myself contract rapidly onto where it was narrower. I pulled up my jeans.

God, I’m so bad. I was following Clive’s instructions for me. Clive, whose last name I didn’t even know.

As I left my apartment I saw my neighbors, a sweet 30-something couple, and flushed deep red. They didn’t know anything, but I was already getting wet thinking of how naughty it was that my anus would be stimulated nonstop in public.

By the time I reached the café, I noticed two things. First, Clive was already there even though I was slightly early. Second, the constant stimulation in my ass had kept me in a permanent state of arousal. On the train, the vibration of the tracks gave me extra erotic stimulation. I noticed if I sat with my hips titled forward and my legs slightly open, my plug rubbed though my pants directly onto the hardness of the seat and shot vibrations right up into my anus. I couldn’t help illegal bahis siteleri myself—it just felt too fucking good. I was trying to keep a straight face but I my chest was heaving and every time the train stopped I’d rub my legs together or move them to get some stimulation on my clit but keeping silent was pure agony. I think two college guys on the opposite seats may have noticed what I was doing. By the time I reached Clive at the café, my panties were totally soaked. If this went on for long enough, the outside of my jeans would be too.

But that was just the start of it. He got a latte for me and a dry cappuccino for himself and when we had a seat he told me to put out my hand.

“You’ll need this for your interview,” he dropped something discretely into my hand. It was a curved pink hook, one end of which was heavy and bulbous, the other just had a small lump. I stopped breathing, already suspecting what it was.

“What is it?” I asked, but already anticipating what he would say.

He didn’t say anything, just took out his phone and the thing started vibrating in my hand. He tapped his phone and it stopped.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my mouth open but curving into a smile. “But for the interview..?”

“Dave wants to be sure anyone he hires can work well under pressure or in the presence of significant… distractions,” He said with an evil smile. “I just want to make sure for my own sake that you can handle it. I have a reputation I need to maintain, you know Aubrey.” Clearly he’d prepared that explanation ahead of time and just wanted to see me squirm in public. I absolutely loved the thought of it—being at his mercy.

“Ok. Of course. Sure!” How the hell was I going to manage this? I was already soaked!

“Did you need to use the bathroom before we go, Aubrey?” He asked, smiling smugly again. I nodded. Swallowed nervously. Then went to the bathroom, clenching the pink thing in my hand.

I locked the door and dropped my pants. My underwear really was soaked—I had to peel the fabric down off of me me. It felt cold and gross but I hadn’t thought to bring a replacement. I rubbed the toy against my wetness and pushed it up into me. The bulbous part fit nicely inside me, reaching upwards toward my G-spot. The thinner, longer part looped around the outside up toward my belly button.

As I walked out, I saw Clive standing outside the café. Then he turned it on. I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt my hands and toes clench involuntarily and my jaw slackened as I gasped. I felt the vibration deep inside me for a second, then it stopped and my body relaxed.

“You ok, Ma’am?” one of the baristas asked me as he walked by with a broom.

“Ye… yeah. Yes! Definitely, just… I… I remembered something,” I fumbled as an excuse.

“Oh ok. You seemed a little dizzy for a second there,” the barista explained, walking away. I smiled, face flushed.

Clive was gazing at me through the glass, piercing me with his powerful eyes. He could’ve bent me over and fucked me right there if he wanted, I was so wet and turned on. He could’ve done anything he wanted to me. I eyed him greedily up and down as I hurried out to meet him.

He put his arm around me. “Ready for the interview, Kitten?” he asked. I said yes, meekly, loving that he was pulling me close as we walked. The boldness of it—anyone either of us knew could’ve seen us! He snuck his hand down along my body at a stoplight, feeling the curve of my hip, my ass. He squeezed it. I loved it, every bit of the naughtiness. “The restaurant’s just up at the corner there,” he said, pointing up ahead.

It was a crowded oyster bar that served food— pretty bourgeois, but pleasantly so. Dave wasn’t there yet, but by the time we’d asked for a table, I was soaked and dripping again and had to run to the bathroom to wipe up my sticky wetness. It wasn’t even pleasant. It was downright icky. The vibrator protruded from me like an insidious little alien and as I wiped myself, I bumped it, sending a chill through me.

Once I returned, we’d been seated at a small, tall circular table and Dave had arrived. He was a clean shaven guy with thick rimmed glasses and grey hair. He looked sharp, intelligent. Yet sitting next to Clive, it just made Clive seem bigger, stronger, and sexier. My heart jumped and mouth watered, thinking what the rest of the day held in store for me.

“This must be Aubrey. I’ve heard a lot about you” Dave stood up and shook my hand. I was glad he was dressed casually in jeans and a short-sleeve polo. “How are you liking the city? Clive tells me you just moved here.”

I started telling him about how I’d just moved here after college. He was easy to talk to and I got the sense that Clive had pretty much secured the job for me after a little while. I told Dave how it was exciting to be in such a big city and then I suddenly and involuntarily canlı bahis siteleri tensed and arched my back as a bolt of pleasure fired right up though my body and into my brain, scuttling my thoughts as a blast of pleasure erupted in my mind. Clive had turned on the vibrator. Still, somehow, I had managed to keep speaking as if nothing had happened. After a second, the sensation ceased.

Dave hadn’t noticed. He started telling me about the spots locals went to, the way the neighborhoods had changed over the decades and the venues he knew young people like myself liked to frequent. I couldn’t focus on a thing he was saying. Clive was giving me looks like a hungry wolf, letting his eyes move down to my chest, lingering there. I kept nodding and smiling at Dave as he spoke. I felt I was sweating but I wasn’t. He kept turning it on and off, just for a half second here and there. Clive was toying with me. He looked up from his phone and smiled at me.

But then as the waitress came over and asked us if we wanted drinks, Clive turned on the toy lodged inside me and left it on. It must have had a pulse setting and was vibrating on and off quickly as she spoke to us.

“And one for you ma’am?” the cute, plump waitress asked, looking directly at me.

“Uhmm, yes. Me too.” I exhaled awkwardly and nodded, having no idea I just asked for. I was hunched over, tense and breathing heavily from my mouth. I must look so out of it right now. I could feel it stimulating my anus, too—buzzing erotically deep in my ass. If Clive didn’t shut the fucking vibrator off right now, I was thinking, I’d probably cum right there, screaming and twitching in front of everyone. I looked to him desperately, pleading silently with my eyes right and as I was about to go off—

He shut it off. Beneath the table, he placed his hand on the middle my thigh and I knew he could feel my heat even from there. I swallowed and tried to slow my breathing.

I guess what I’d ordered was a Bloody Mary because three arrived for the table. It was strong. By the time Dave started asking me about my experience at the university’s department of marketing, I was feeling slightly buzzed since I was on an empty stomach. Clive kept turning the damn vibrator on and off for a second but the alcohol had relaxed me and it just felt really fucking good. I kept squeezing my thighs together but magically, I was answering all of Dave’s questions with confidence and charm. I was even joking and laughing with him.

Once the oysters arrived, the men had finished their drinks and ordered another round for all of us. I slurped the rest of mine down quickly and a second Bloody was soon in front of me. I felt amazing and sooooooo horny! I had my unconsciously put my hand on Clive’s thigh too and he kept touching and rubbing my lower back. It was so brazen of him! Dave might have seen, but Clive didn’t even care.

I don’t know, I felt pretty drunk. Toward the end of the meal, Clive put again turned the vibrator onto the pulse setting as he was telling a story to the two of us. “… and of course there was no GPS and this was somewhere on the outskirts of Detroit so the four of us had no fucking clue how to get…” he went on an on. He placed the phone on the table, near our empty glasses. I needed him to turn it off! He glanced at me with an evil smile. “We pulled up to this gas station. Probably the only thing open…” he continued on.

He wasn’t going to turn it off! Could I? I started rocking back and forth, my breathing quickening. I couldn’t unlock his phone! He was going to make me cum in front of everyone! I could feel my skin flushing red. I was moving back and forth on the seat involuntarily, like I was being fucked! Like I was a dog in heat, rubbing against a rock or a stick to get off!

I stared at the phone as Clive rambled on with his story. I looked at Dave in panic. He didn’t notice I was about to climax. Had anyone else? My breathing was heavy and I was biting my lip. Could I unlock the phone? I couldn’t just grab it. I can’t stop gyrating on the seat.

“Excuse me a sec!” I blurted out and leapt off my seat. I tried looking calm and moving slowly as I hopped to the bathroom but I just couldn’t do it. I was about to cum!

I barely made it. I started cumming right as I burst through the door—I burst into a stall and only managed to partially close the door before bracing myself against the stall and groaning like a wanton whore. I felt my eyes roll back and my knees weaken as wave after intense wave of relief washed over me. It was still pulsing deep inside me! I spun around and locked the door, dropping my pants quickly so I could pull the horrible thing out of my vagina but it was too late: another orgasm was unleashing itself with full force inside me from my cunt, stimulating my ass with vibrations too. I bucked and shook and yelped and whined as quietly as I could. I groaned, writhing helplessly as I finished cumming with my knees on the floor with my pants around my ankles. I stretched my panties and pulled the toy out of me as soon as the crippling pleasure subsided. The stupid pink thing was still vibrating.

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I noticed him the moment he walked up to me. I pretend to be lost in my thoughts but, I was really looking at his eyes gaze over my body.

Nice day, huh. he says.

I shake my head yes unable to take my eyes off him. I have seen him before on campus with a lot of younger girls. At first I though he was just a student or a jock but I later found out that he was a professor of Sociology.

Is this seat taken? he asks, pointing at the seat next to me.

I reply, No

Would you like to dance?

I look at him puzzled at first, because the only music playing, is coming from a small boom box.

I shake my head no, and smile but, he forces me to my feet. The rhythm of the music has our bodies moving in ways that would have made you think we were making love. My hips sway slowly with the beat and I turn with my back facing him. I can feel his manhood began to harden as I press my body close to his. He pulls me closer to him and takes in the scent of my perfume. I turn to look at him, he has the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He kisses me slowly and I can feel his hot tongue part my lips. I slowly wrap my arms around him and he pulls me in closer to him. He slowly licks down my neck and kisses my ear. Out of intense pleasure I through my head back and let out a soft moan. He slowly works his tongue over my neck, sending shivers bahis firmaları through out my body. I am snapped back into reality. I pull away.

We can’t…I can’t…you know. Look, I don’t even know you.

I want more but I am unsure what to do. He smiles. I feel more confident.

Come with me…I know just what you need. he commands.

I am reluctant at first, but soon agree.

I nod, ok. He kisses me to reassure me everything I had just felt. He takes me to an old fashioned ice cream parlor. I didn’t know they still existed. We sit side by side in a booth hidden in the back where no one could see us. He orders the biggest and most extravagant banana split on the menu. When it arrives it’s covered in whipped cream, with a big red cherry on top. He scoops a spoon full into my mouth forcing me to eat it. I can barely fit it into my mouth as he continues to shove more in.

Is it good?

I nod while trying to keep it in my mouth. Chocolate and vanilla ice cream dribble from my lips and down my chin. He licks it off and forces his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues twirl together with a cold mix of chocolate and vanilla. He lifts his hand and gives my breast a gentle squeeze causing my nipples to harden under my blouse. I don’t stop him because I want more.

He picks a cherry from top and pushes it between kaçak iddaa my lips with is tongue. He feeds me another scoop and we share a kiss. His hand drops to my knee. His touch send shivers through my spine. He slowly moves up my thigh. He is close enough to touch my soaked pussy. I move my legs further apart to encourage him to continue. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and pulls his hand from my thigh. He picks up the banana and slides it slowly in and out of my mouth. I make love to it with my tongue. I can see the lust in his deep blue eyes. I drop my hand to his thigh in search of his hardness. He shoves the banana deep into my mouth and I continue to make love with my tongue and lips. He slips his hand over mine and places it on his throbbing cock. I rub him through his pants. I pull down his zipper and his massive cock sprang free. I wrap my fingers around his manhood and slowly began to stroke him. He takes another scoop into his mouth and we share a passionate kiss.

He scoops another spoonful into my mouth and I place his swollen knob into my mouth. The cool blend ice cream and cock in my mouth makes me wetter. I tickle the tip of is cock with my tongue and then take him deep into my mouth. I stroke him slowly while making love to his manhood with my tongue and lips. He lets out a slight moan. I want him more and more.

I shift kaçak bahis around hoping that he will help me. He leans over and puts his hand between my already spread legs. His fingers touch my damp panties. He slides two fingers inside of me and is surprised at my wetness. He slowly begins to rub in small circles. I moan in pleasure, with his swollen meat buried deep in my throat. I can feel him push deep inside of me. I am slowly grinding on his fingers. I feel the pressure building inside of me. I quicken my pace and drive in fingers deeper inside of me. I began to stroke him rapidly, bobbing and licking his hard shaft. I can feel his cock growing in my mouth. My own pleasure is closer and closer. I feel his fingers go deeper inside of me. He releases his hot creamy love seed into my throat just as a river of cum steams from my cunt. A second splash of his love seed hits the side of my face. I feel a second explosion rip through me and I gush all over his fingers.

He pulls his fingers from my steamy cunt. His fingers are dripping with my precious love nectar. He licks it off with his tongue savoring my sweet juices. I adjust my skit and panties. He scoops up his creamy seed from the side of my face and feeds it to me with his fingers. I slowly lick them clean not wanting to waste any of his love seed. We share another spoon full of ice cream and a passionate kiss.

I’ m Jim.

Nice to meet you Jim; I’m Denise. I have to go to the ladies room. I’ll be right back.

I am already in the stall when I hear the door close. I knew it was Jim.

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