My Subway Angel

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If you ask me now what I was doing there, I couldn’t tell you. I don’t remember much about that day; where I was going, who I needed to see, even which direction I was headed. The only thing that stuck out was a chance sighting on the subway of the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.

He was like a vision from a dream. Tall and slim with delicate, tanned and seemingly hairless flesh that peeked out of the top of a silken button-down shirt. He had a statuesque, flawless face with deep-set eyes framed perfectly in dark lashes, a strong nose and thick, plump lips. I watched breathlessly every time he parted them slightly to allow his tongue a brief moment to moisten them. He had this wealth of luxurious dark hair that cascaded past his sharp cheekbones and halfway down his back, carelessly draping somewhat over his slender shoulders. He never even glanced in my direction, in fact his gaze, seemingly lost in a sort of daydream, never waved from the window. As much as I feared he would turn and see me, I couldn’t bear to tear my eyes off of him.

I remember thinking to myself that he must be a model or an actor or something. Someone that gorgeous couldn’t possibly have a regular, normal pigeon job, those were meant for the plain, average shmoes like me. The music that had been blaring through my headphones now sounded like low, muffled noise from how distracted I was by him. If other people noticed me staring, I wasn’t aware of it, the only thing on my mind was whether it would be a wise idea to approach this seemingly flawless individual. It didn’t take me long to conclude that it would be a very bad idea, seeing as how my nervous and shy nature would make a fool out of me in front of him.

Now, I’ve been shot down by both men and women all my life, for all sorts of reasons. I’ve never been popular, I’m not all that bright, talented or tough, nor am I anything special to look at. In fact, there has never really been anything special about me. (Sometimes I think I’m funny but then nobody laughs and the notion quickly passes.) What could a guy like me ever have to offer an angel like that? That’s why, as painful as it was, I let him go. I remember literally having to force myself to get up and walk off the train, and it was more intense than anything I experienced while making myself get up for work or school. I stood there waiting for the doors to open, still staring at him, drinking the sight of him in as much as possible before I had to go. Even then, he never turned to face me. As the train pulled away from the station, I followed him with my eyes as far as I could, regret stinging in my chest.

It’s been several months since I first saw him, but his memory is so vivid, it’s like I only saw him last week. Every time I ride the Q train, I look for a sign of him. But this city is so huge, and the chances of seeing him again are near impossible. I don’t even know if he lives here, or if he was just a tourist. Every time I look back on that moment, that familiar pang of regret comes back in full force. “Shoulda, woulda, coulda,” I tell myself. “It doesn’t make any difference because even if by some miracle of destiny you see him again, he’s way out of your league. You’re just a poor boy from Brooklyn and you could never have anything he’d want or need.” And as depressing as it is, I’m right.

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“Yo, Doug!” My roommate, Raphael hollers at me through the bedroom door, slamming on it loudly. I hadn’t even heard him come in. “Get your shoes on, man. C’mon, I need the place for a little while.” I hear a faint female giggle in the background, and my eyes roll skywards.

“Alright, alright, sheesh, dude, hold your hormones!” I put away my sketchbook, gather my things and open the door, eyeing the well-stacked black woman he was planning to spend the evening with. She looks me up and down and gives me a vacant smile in return, and Raphael wastes little time in shoving me along.

“I’ll see ya’ in the mornin’, a’ight?” He looks down at me, smiling broadly, as if gloating that he’ll be getting pussy and I’ll be sleeping on a park bench somewhere. The moment the bedroom is free, he takes her inside and they close and lock the door. I shake my head to myself and sigh, getting my coat, bag and Walkman, locking up the apartment as I leave. I reach into my pocket and find I have just enough to buy a few burgers and a subway token. For now, at least, the token will suffice for a warm place to sit and relax.

Once on the subway, I just zig-zag around from train to train aimlessly, intentionally trying to get myself lost. Maybe something interesting will happen and I’ll either get mugged, gang raped or witness a bum kill and eat a rat or something. Somehow, I end up at the Broadway-Lafayette station and realize I’m all alone. The place is like a maze; it’s cavernous, poorly lit and cold, and to make matters worse, there’s this faint sound of dripping water far off in the distance. The pillars make perfect hiding places for sick, twisted kartal escort predators and considering the fact that I’m 5’5”, maybe a hundred and sixty pounds in the pouring rain, I wasn’t scaring anybody off. I decide to transfer. I walk under a series of lights that had gone out completely, making this portion of the platform almost completely cloaked in shadow. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark form sitting on the floor against one of the pillars. He reaches his hand up to me and I tear the earphones off my head.

“Hey…please…” A soft, gentle male voice pleads with me weakly.

“Oh my gods!” I rush to kneel down to him, and his long, slender fingers curl around the fabric of my zip-up hooded sweatshirt. I push back the tousled long hair from his face, the smell of blood hitting me right between the eyes. He starts tugging against me, like he wants me to help him up, so I do. He isn’t as heavy as I thought he’d be, in fact, he seems a bit thinner in frame than I am, though a bit taller. His long coat made it hard to make out much on him.

“I…they took my…” His voice cracks from stress, and he leans against me heavily.

“Shh, c’mon, lets walk a little, you’ll be okay.” I put on my most soothing, calming voice to try and steady him emotionally. It was obvious what happened here, now I need to get him into the light so I can see how badly they hurt him.

“I…. don’t know what they hit me with…” He mutters, holding his head with his free hand, using me as his crutch. We get into the light and his head is dipped down, his long, blood-soaked raven hair obscuring his face. I lean him up against another pillar and support his shoulder, nudging his face up by the chin.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, I just need to see how bad that wound is, okay?” He nods slowly and lets me tilt his head back up. Even through the blood and dirt marring his face, I knew at first glance who it was: my angel. “Out of all the bars and gin joints in the world…” I mumble to myself with a wide-eyed smirk, shaking my head from side to side ever so slightly.

“What?” His dark eyes squint and lock onto mine. His was a pure, dramatic brown, as opposed to my olive green ones.

“Nothing. It looks like a flesh wound.” I smile fully, sliding his hair back so I can get a clearer view of that beautiful, yet no longer perfect face; and in a way, that made him even more beautiful. “But I should take you to a hospital anyway. Just in case, ‘cause, I’m not a doctor.” I might appear calm, but inside, I’m dancing. Not only am I face to face with my angel again, but we’re actually talking, and I’m getting a chance to help him, and that makes my heart sing in a way I can’t possibly describe. “I’m Doug.” I step away from him a bit, and he grabs both my shoulders for support.

“Ricky.” He groans, his knees buckling slightly. Ricky. I repeat that name in my head over and over, straining my willpower not to start leaping for joy right then and there. My angel’s name is Ricky.

I help him up the stairs slowly, gripping his weakened, wobbly body close to mine. Beyond the smell of blood and subway tile, he had a thick, rich musk to him that made my groin stir. He proceeds to thank me profusely every other step of the way, until we reach the token booth. I quickly ask the man behind it to call an ambulance for us.

“No wait…” The slim, delicate fingers of his free hand curl loosely around the front of my sweater in protest. “You don’t have to come with me, I mean…don’t you have somewhere to go?”

I chuckle and wrap my hand around his affectionately. “No, not really. My roommate needed the apartment and this is better than sleeping on the subway.” He merely knits his brows sadly and lowers his head.

“He would leave you outside like that? That’s horrible.”

“Hey, what am I gonna do, call the cops?” I smile casually and tilt my head, trying to look cute. “I’m 24 years old, I can take care of myself.”

He gives me a broad, charming smile in return and it sends a shaky quiver down my spine. God, he’s beautiful. “Hey, I’m older than you are, and as you can see, even I can get in trouble.” We share a brief laugh and the token booth guy swings the door back open and lets us know the ambulance is on it’s way.

It’s a short trip to the hospital. The EMTs take a quick look at him, decide he’s stable and start asking him all these questions about his medical history. They let me stay with him for the most part, even after we get into the emergency room. The nurses clean him up and they make me wait outside during his X-Rays. While we’re waiting for them to develop, he and I sit and chat a little outside.

“So, Doug, what is it exactly that you do?” He smiles at me a bit, shifting slightly in his chair. There’s a ring of gauze around his head holding a sterile pad where the wound is, and in my mind, I muse a bit about it being a sort of halo.

“I…” My eyes wander off nervously. “I work for a cleaning kartal eskort bayanlar service.” I frown; just knowing he’s going to think of me as some uneducated, lower class shmuck. He’s probably the son of a billionaire or something.

“Wow…that’s…” He squints, trying to come up with a better adjective than “uneducated, lower class shmuck”.

“Unglamorous? Yeah, I know, but it pays the bills.” I snicker a bit and he gives me a guilty smirk. I’m about to ask him what he does when the doctor comes out with the prints and asks us to come into one of the examination rooms. We’re both relieved to hear that Ricky merely has a minor concussion and that he’s okay to go home. Both he and the nurse tell him to stay awake for the rest of the night just to be on the safe side.

Even on the way outside, he insists on holding my arm. “Are you feeling better?” I tighten my grip on him on the way up the ramp, giving him a genuinely worried expression.

“I’m fine, there’s just one small problem.” He sighs. “How do I get home? Those guys took all my money and my metrocard.”

“We could take the train. I have enough for both of us.” I straighten my glasses, and then pat his arm reassuringly.

He begins to shake his head. “Doug, listen, I appreciate you rescuing me and making sure I’m alright, but…I mean, I can walk it, really.”

“In your state?” I huff dramatically. “I won’t hear of it. Now c’mon. You tell me how to get there and I’ll get you there safe.” He hesitates, and I can tell he’s about to protest again. “Ricky,” I smile wide, chuckling a bit. “Relax. If you’re worried I’ll totally flip out on you and stalk you or something once I find out where you live, please don’t. In all honesty, I probably wont remember how to get there in the morning.” He pauses, lowering his head to laugh. I decide that I love the sound of him laughing so much that I elaborate. “Yeah, that’s just me. I have the memory span of a goldfish; you know, ‘Hey, a castle! Whoa, check it out, a castle! Look, it’s a castle!’” He rewards me with boisterous, music-like laughter and I quickly join him.

“45th and 3rd.” He shakes his head at me, still chuckling a bit, gripping onto my arm with both hands. One of his hands reaches up to slide the back of his knuckles gently against the coarse hair of my dark brown beard. “You’re too much.” His mahogany eyes sparkle and he bites his lower lip shyly.

“That depends on who you ask.” I smile warmly at him, taking his arm to support him as we begin walking again. “Most would say I’m not enough.” I know, fishing for compliments is sophomoric and unnecessary, but I just can’t help myself. I needed to know if he’d properly respond. Much to my disappointment, he just snickers and says nothing. A long, awkward moment passes between us. Just then, a limo comes around the corner, and I see my opportunity to break the tension. “Hey, Ricky, check it out, we’re in luck. My limo is here.” This makes him smirk and turn to me skeptically. I watch and throw up my free arm in mock confusion as it drives off. “Hey wait, where is he going?” I raise my fist dramatically. “You’re fired!”

He bursts into laughter again, covering his face shyly. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I’ll have my people fax your people a list in the morning. 3rd Avenue, that’s the 6 train, right?” He just nods, still chuckling, his grip on my arm tightening. We slowly but steadily make our way to the subway station, I buy him a token and we quickly grab a seat on the Lex local. I don’t know whether it’s from exhaustion, pain, delirium or all three, but he leans his head against my shoulder the whole way. I’m in such shock, I can’t even move myself, let alone him, even if I had wanted to. A part of me considers pushing matters by draping an arm around him, but I wouldn’t have dared; I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Doug, I want you to know, I really appreciate you helping me out like this.” He murmurs weakly, his eyes partially closed from being rocked side to side like a baby from the moving train. I just smile and lean my head against his with a heavy sigh.

“It’s not a problem, dear.” We spend the rest of the trip in comfortable silence, just leaning on each other. I won’t lie; I’m savoring every last moment of this. I can still smell that deep, sultry musk of his over all the blood, dirt, antiseptic and subway filth. There’s also a faint hint of his sweet shampoo, or conditioner or whatever that is. I’m trying not to get my hopes up. He’s not going to let me in. He’s probably not even going to give me his phone number. I’ll be lucky if he even remembers my name come sunrise.

“This is it.” He abruptly breaks the silence and sits up straight, glancing over at me with a smile. I merely press my lips together and nod. He takes my arm again and he leads me out of the station and up onto the street. I’m a bit lost, seeing as how I’ve never been around this area before, but I pay attention kartal esmer escort to where we go so I can find my way back. He suddenly knits his brows at me. “Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

I snap out of my trance and turn to face him. “Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” I smile reassuringly. “What about you? You think you’re gonna make it?” I take his arm with my free hand for added support and give him a worried, sympathetic expression.

“Yeah, it’s only two more blocks. I’m a bit dizzy but I’ll be okay.” He chuckles a bit and I immediately steer him towards the nearest storefront to rest.

“If you’re dizzy, we’ll stop for a bit. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

“Doug, relax. I’m fine!” He playfully shoves me back and grins. “C’mon, let’s go, we’re almost there.” I merely shake my head at him and tag along.

“If you say so.” He leads me around the corner and onto 3rd Avenue. We stop at a small, unassuming building, tall, narrow and old looking with paint-peeled steps, a rusted, unsteady banister and lobby doors that you have to force closed. We stand in the lobby and he digs his keys out of his coat pocket, and it suddenly occurs to me what this must look like from his perspective…like maybe the only reason I helped him is because I was hoping to get some nookie, and that’s the last thing I want him to think. I suddenly flush beet red and rub my hands together nervously, turning towards the door. “Um…Ricky, you’ll be alright here, won’t you? I mean, you can make it upstairs or whatever on your own?” I furrow my brows at him when he turns to glare at me.

“You’re going now?” He sounds almost disappointed, but I’m probably wrong. “I thought you said your roommate kicked you out.”

“Yeah, well…” I rub the back of my neck and avoid eye contact. “I don’t want to…I mean, I’ll find somewhere to go, don’t worry about me. I just wanted to make sure you got back here safe.”

He just sighs and slumps his shoulders. “Look, Doug, I was going to offer my futon for you to sleep on tonight since you helped me out, but if you really want to go, it’s your choice. Just don’t go running off because you’re afraid to impose on me. It’s not a problem.” He walks up in front of me extremely close, tilting his head a bit as though he were about to kiss me. “But if you try to steal anything, you’re in trouble.”

I immediately shake my head and retort in a dead serious voice. “No, no, I don’t steal, I’m not like that. Believe me, if I stole, I wouldn’t be so damn poor all the time.” I sigh and glare longingly into those big, beautiful dark eyes of his. “I…I just don’t want you to think…” I trail off, not knowing how to finish that thought.

He smiles knowingly, gently caressing my cheek with one of his slender, delicate hands, his head moving to close the already meager distance between our lips. My eyes flutter closed and both of us take a long, sharp intake of breath. I slide my hands around his slim waist, massaging him through his clothing with my thumbs. His other hand slides onto the back of my neck, his fingers coiling and entwining with my long brown hair. He tastes amazing, feels amazing and as always, looks amazing; but for some reason, I can’t seem to allow myself to fully enjoy it. It takes every ounce of willpower I can muster to eventually break the kiss. Ricky pulls back and licks his lips, keeping his arms tight around me. I sigh heavily and put a hand over my mouth, leaning my head into his chest.

“You’re hurt…we should stop.” I mumble, my brain, heart and genitalia having an internal struggle for dominance right now.

“You should come upstairs with me. I might not be able to make it up the stairs by myself.” He displays a mischievous grin.

I chuckle and lift my head up to plant a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Oh? Well…in that case, you may be right. I wouldn’t want you to fall.” He smiles at me, half turning to unlock the inner door, his arm still tight around my waist. I help him up three flights of narrow, crumbling tile stairs, holding his back and waist the whole time. Every so often, he’ll turn back to give me a seductive glance and I’d give him a cute, charming look in return. “Pre-war building?” I bite my lip, trying to fill the void of silence that had formed while I pictured myself in between his legs.

“Yeah, I guess. It may look crappy, but it’s made well. The great thing about this place is the thick walls.” He turns and grins broadly at me. I chuckle uncomfortably and blush at his blatant innuendo. He spins to look ahead, suddenly grabbing his forehead and stopping short with a grunt.

“Shit! You alright?” I rush up immediately behind him, wrapping both arms around him to steady his buckling form. “I got you, I got you…” He leans back against me with a groan, turns around and drapes both of his lean arms around my neck. I bend down a bit, pick him up and carry him the rest of the way. It’s not easy, I haven’t lifted anything over a hundred pounds in several years, but I manage to do it. (I’m assuming it was due to adrenaline, hormones or both.)

“God, I…I’m sorry, I just lost my…” He murmurs lowly in my ear as I gently put him down at the top of the stairs, his arms still gripped tight around me. I hug him and rub his back, shushing him softly.

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Suddenly I See

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I’m sitting in a coffee shop on 98th Street, just taking a break between grocery shopping and picking up the dry-cleaning to have a hot drink, when she walks past me. I barely even notice her at first, other than to think that her outfit really isn’t suited to the early spring chill. But then she sits down a few tables away, facing me, and the way her legs are angled reveals just a little bit of her thigh underneath her skirt, and it hits me. I should be down there.

It’s a perfect mental image, so real that I almost think I’ve done it for a moment; I can see myself setting down the coffee and standing up, walking over to that table, dropping to my knees, and absolutely burying my face in that woman’s pussy. I can picture it in my head in every detail, not just the image but with all five senses. I know, in that moment, exactly what she smells like when she’s aroused. I can hear her. She doesn’t moan. She just lets out these tiny little kitten-ish whimpers, like she’s too dignified to really let rip with a yell but she can’t quite control herself. It’s the most beautiful sound I can possibly imagine.

And then it hits me that I am imagining it, that I’m picturing myself down on my knees licking out another woman, and the image fades. I’m still sitting in my chair with a cup of coffee, still in a small crowd of people on a Thursday afternoon in a perfectly normal place doing perfectly normal things, and not suddenly and spontaneously deciding to become another woman’s sex slave.

I set down the coffee when I realize that in the fantasy, that’s exactly what I was. For that split-second, that little moment in my head, I wasn’t just licking because I wanted to lick. I was licking because I had no other thought, no other purpose to my existence than to be between her thighs. I wasn’t even a person, I was a sex toy that she was using to get off.

I remember that sensation of connection, of understanding that came over me, and suddenly I see it all over again. No, not all over again, this is new. Different details, but the same idea. I’m kneeling between her thighs like I was…God, like I was meant to be there. Her hands are curling around my hair in her passion, but she doesn’t need to hold my head in place. I can’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere but down on my knees, my head between her legs, licking her snatch until her whimpers finally do turn to screams, until her screams turn to gasps, until her gasps turn to panting and she finally pushes my head away in exhaustion. Even when it does, I know I’ll just be waiting until the moment when I can lick some more.

I come back to myself and realize I’m staring. This woman’s probably going to think I’m some sort of pervert, the way I’m clearly looking at her legs underneath the table. But she hasn’t pressed them together or crossed them or anything. If anything, she’s spread them a little wider so that I can see more of that smooth, white expanse of flesh along her thighs, so that I can…

I can kiss all the way up those perfect göztepe sınırsız escort legs. Starting with the feet, I know she’d want me to lavish a little extra attention on those. But as nice as they are, there’s only one place I want to be now. Only one place I ever want to be now, and I keep kissing and licking and nibbling my way up her legs until I reach her cunt. I can feel the heat of her body before I even press my lips against her, and I understand why she hasn’t needed a coat. She feels almost feverish against my tongue. I taste her arousal, and down there on the floor, I’m fingering myself. I don’t seem to have clothes on anymore. I understand why. She wants to see me naked. She wants me to be naked and touching myself while I lick and lick and lick and…

I wipe away a tiny bead of drool when I come out of it this time. I don’t know where these thoughts are coming from. I’ve never had any interest in other women. I’m engaged, for God’s sake! I look down at my ring, trying to remember what sex with a man is like, trying to remember my fiancé’s name, but all that comes to mind is the image of that ring pressing up against the woman’s warm flesh as I sink three fingers deep into her pussy. Why didn’t I realize that I could use my fingers as well as my tongue before now? Oh, God, there are so many ways to pleasure her and I’ve got to learn them all. My thumb presses onto her clit as I pump my fingers in and out, staring at her pussy as I finger-fuck her. I suddenly realize that I don’t even know what she looks like, not really. I can describe her pussy in intimate detail, but her face is just a blur to me. I’m not meant to look at her face. I exist permanently at waist-level for my mistress.

I try to look up at her face now, here in the coffee shop that seems increasingly unreal to me, but her legs draw my gaze down like magnets. She looks incomplete without a naked slave girl between her thighs, licking away at her pussy, and I almost can’t understand why the other patrons don’t see it. Maybe they do. I’m having a hard time telling fantasy apart from reality at the moment, but I feel sure that if I were to go over there and start licking, nobody in this room would bat an eye. They understand, I feel sure of it. They know that this beautiful, perfect woman deserves a human sex toy. They’d only be jealous that it wasn’t them.

I suddenly realize that I’ve draped my coat over myself during one of these fantasies without even realizing it. I look like a woman who’s a little cold, but my fingers are slipping down into the waistband of my skirt and I’m touching myself. I can’t stop now, even though this is a public place. None of that matters; the power of these fantasies supersedes all other social conventions. I’m just doing what I’m meant to do.

I drift off into the fantasy again when she spreads her legs a little bit wider, letting me see her panties. I wonder if she knows what I’m thinking, if she’s aware that I’m letting my fantasies göztepe ucuz escort take me over and turn me into her willing pussy-licker while I finger myself in a public place. God, I hope so. A sudden terror grips me. What if she doesn’t want me to lick her pussy? Someone as beautiful as her must have so many pussy-slaves, she has to be able to pick and choose. What if I were to walk up to her and offer myself to her and she said ‘No’? I don’t think I could take it if she refused to let me service her cunt. That fear paralyzes me, keeps me from moving as I sit there watching her thighs. Except for my fingers, which just keep pumping away inside my own pussy.

Suddenly, she gets up. Her legs just snap together like a trap and she stands up and heads for the bathroom. For a moment, I don’t even know what to do. I’m lost in the fantasy of learning every detail of her erogenous zones, of becoming a pussy-slave that’s so perfect, she’ll have no choice but to accept me between her thighs, and the intrusion of reality leaves me dazed and light-headed. It also leaves me aroused, halfway to a mounting orgasm, but when she walks away, I know I have to follow. I pull my fingers out of my pussy, still slick and scented with my musk, grab my purse and head for the restroom. This time, I don’t even try to wipe the drool off my chin.

I race into the bathroom, empty except for the two of us. I see her feet on the floor in one of the stalls, and I can’t help myself, I flatten to the ground and crawl under the divider. I know my dress is getting dirty and I’m making a spectacle of myself, but at the same time it feels right to abase myself before her completely. I should be on my knees before her, I don’t have the right to rise in her presence.

“What–what’s going on?” she asks. “Who are you?” She sounds angry, maybe even a little scared, and for a moment it crosses my mind that I’ve gone crazy. Maybe this was all just a fantasy in my head and I’m about to get arrested for propositioning another woman in a public restroom, but I can’t stop myself now.

“Please,” I whisper, absolutely babbling with arousal and need, “please let me lick your pussy, let me be your pussy-slave, let me stay here on my knees forever fucking you with my tongue and my fingers and oh, fuck, I need to be there between your thighs, it’s the most important thing in the world to me, please…” I’m still worried that she doesn’t understand, but then I notice that she never took off her underwear. She was just sitting there on the toilet, waiting for me to come into the room and crawl to her, testing my devotion by pretending to be shocked, and realizing that is the happiest moment of my life.

“Yes,” she says, and I practically lunge forward to pull off her panties. The hem of her dress rubs against the back of my neck as I inhale her arousal, and she smells just like I imagined she would. She smells just like she made me imagine she would. I don’t know how she did it, but I don’t care. kadıköy anal escort She put these thoughts in my head, but I don’t mind because they’re *wonderful*.

She tastes just like I thought she would, too, all salty and slick on my tongue, and I’m doing my best to pull my clothes off so I can be naked for her, but it’s hard because I can’t move my head away from her pussy. I don’t even know if I can’t because I won’t let myself, or if I can’t because her body is exerting some sort of magical pull that locks me into servitude. It feels like magic holding me there, but I can’t tell what’s real anymore. The only thing I know is real is her taste and her scent and her pleasure.

I can hear her whimpers now, and I’m flushed with pride that I’m doing a good job of pleasing her. Her fingers are wrapped around my hair, just like I’ve always wanted them to be, just like I’ve always dreamed of. Ever since I first knew what sex was, I’ve been waiting for this moment, I just didn’t let myself know it until now. She’s whispering things to me, talking in between the whimpers, but I know that the only thing I have to pay attention to is making her cum.

I feel her thighs clench around my head, but I don’t stop licking. Her juices are all over my face now, but I understand that it’s only proper for a pussy-slave like me to have a face glazed with a woman’s cum. I wish I could leave it there forever. My own orgasm hits, and for a moment I wonder how it happened. Then I notice my own hand, busily pumping away at my pussy. I hadn’t even realized I was pleasuring myself, I was so caught up in pleasuring her. That’s so perfect, so natural, so right that it makes me cum again.

But it doesn’t make me neglect my duties. I’m still licking, still using my other hand to bring her even greater pleasure. Her whimpers come faster now, echoing off the bathroom walls, but I know that nobody will come in. Nobody will disturb us, she’s made sure of that. I don’t know how she’s done it, I don’t even know how I know, but she’s made this into our own little world of pleasure. The others outside will only wish that they could be in here, that they could be right where I am right now making my mistress cum again and again and again…

Until finally she pushes me away in exhaustion. And just like I knew I would, I’m already picturing in my head the moment when she lets me lick her again. It’s always going to be there, locked into my brain never to be removed. The rest of my life is just going to be the time between my chances to be her pussy-slave. I don’t mind that. So many people will never get the chance to be her pussy-slave at all that I can’t complain too much if I’m not constantly buried between her warm thighs. I’ll go through the rest of my life happy, knowing that I’m secretly one of the chosen few who get to service her from time to time.

She takes my cell phone number and kisses me on the lips. I know she’s tasting herself. When she leaves, I kneel there on the floor of the public restroom for a long moment, just basking in the glory of her remembered presence, before I finally pull my head together and start getting my clothes on. I’ve still got a lot to do today, dry cleaning to pick up and errands to run and I’m having dinner with my fiancé tonight.

I hope I can remember his name by then.

THE END

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My First Bi Experience Ch. 01

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It was a Wednesday night just like any other for me. I was bartending on the Upper West Side and things were pretty dull. No one had come in yet, not even any of the regulars. I sat on the counter behind the bar and watched people walking up and down Columbus Avenue through the huge bay window. It was about 6 p.m.; I had six more hours to go until I could go home and get some sleep. It seemed like it was going to be a long night.

Just then, two people walked into the bar from the restaurant area and sat down. They were a couple in their 20’s and quite attractive. He was about 6 feet tall with light brown wavy hair and hazel eyes, and it looked like he had a nice body. He wasn’t skinny, but was not overly muscular either. She was gorgeous. She was about 5’3 with shoulder-length dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She had high cheekbones, a small nose and a delicate jawline. Her body was petite but curvy. I hopped off the counter to wait on them. They ordered drinks and asked to see a menu.

Since there were no other customers in the bar, the three of us began to talk. They looked like they worked in the financial district, and I was kind of curious as to what they were doing on the Upper West Side. It turned out that they were meeting friends later on that night in the area and stopped in to have a bite to eat before they went out. After a few minutes of conversation, I introduced myself. “By the way, my name is Alyssa.”

“Nice to meet you, Alyssa. I’m Greg and this is Mikki.” The conversation continued; I told them that I was a teacher during the day and that I bartended part-time to help me get through graduate school. They both worked down on Wall Street and had been dating for a couple of years.

I went to get their food. When I came back, Mikki left to go use the Ladies’ room. Greg turned to me after Mikki walked out and said, “There was another reason why we came in here.”

“Oh? What’s that?” I asked.

“Well… Mikki’s been curious about other women, and she wants to see what it’s like to be with one. We walked by this place and she saw you back here. She thought you were pretty and she suggested that we come in to see what you were like.”

I was kind of shocked but intrigued; I wanted to see what else he was going to say about it. “Well, what was the conclusion you and Mikki came to?” I asked.

“While you were ordering and getting our food, we talked about you. Not only are you pretty, but you’re smart and educated as well. Mikki really likes you and she thinks that she’d like you to be the first woman she sleeps with.”

“What would you be doing during this?”

Greg replied, “I’d like to watch you two for a little bit and possibly join in. Please don’t feel pressured. We can all go out to dinner, go out afterwards, and see what happens. göztepe sınırsız escort If things go well, then maybe we’ll all spend the night together. If not… well, at least we gave it a chance.”

“I’d really have to think about this. Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll let you know in a couple of days if I want to.” He wrote down his number, and at that moment Mikki walked back in. For the remainder of the time they were there we talked about work and watched television, but my mind was spinning throughout it. There was an obvious tension in the air; we all knew what the situation was but did not want to speak about it in the open yet. I felt like a kid who was just told a secret about another kid, and the other kid knew that I knew, but didn’t want to say anything in front of me about it. It made me giddy.

They left soon after they finished eating (they left me a nice tip, too), and Greg reminded me to call him to let him know my answer.

That night, I went home and had difficulty falling asleep. I had been hit on by women before, but I either did not realize I was being hit on at the time or I had never seriously considered their offers. Greg and Mikki were different; they were both very attractive, and Greg would serve as the buffer between Mikki and me for our first bisexual experience.

The next two days at work, my mind kept wandering to them. The thought of being with another woman while a man was also involved became more appealing to me the more I thought about it. Looking back, I think that I was just really hot for Mikki. She seemed so innocent- like the girl next store, but there was a hidden sexuality simmering just underneath her surface. I had sensed it in the bar, and I wanted to see more of it. Hell, I didn’t just want to see it. I wanted to experience it.

Friday, when I got home from work, I called Greg. “Hey, it’s Alyssa,” I said.

Greg was quiet for about a second before he replied, “Hi! I’m so happy to hear from you. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything at first, I was just stunned because I didn’t expect to hear back from you. I thought that you thought we were two weirdoes or something.”

“Not at all. I’ve been thinking about everything, actually, and I’d like to go out with you two and see where it goes. The only thing is, I’d like for you to be involved as well, just in case Mikki and I decide that we don’t want to do anything with each other. I mean.. that is… ummm, if you and Mikki are still interested.” For some reason, I was embarrassed talking about it. I could feel my face reddening.

“We are definitely interested. Mikki couldn’t stop talking about you after we left the bar.”

This brought a smile to my face. Greg and I decided that the three of us would meet near göztepe ucuz escort where I lived in Queens and go out to dinner. I gave him my phone number, and set up the time for our “date”. It would be the following Friday.

Throughout the week, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I hoped that when we all got together again they would continue to be attracted to me, and me to them. Mikki called me a couple of times, as did Greg. With Mikki, she and I just acted like two girl friends chatting away about shopping, work, and the like. When I spoke to Greg, he relayed more of the sexual things that he and Mikki were thinking about with me. He told me how much Mikki liked my long chestnut brown hair, and about how sexy they both thought I was. I was pleased.

Finally, Friday came. My day at work seemed to last forever, and I was preoccupied with fantasies of what would happen. I rushed home to take a nap (I hoped to be up for a good portion of the night, and I wanted to get some sleep because I had to tend bar the next day), but I was too excited. I took a shower and then decided on what I was going to wear. I put on a short black skirt, a body-hugging low-cut top, and black platform heels. The blouse accentuated my curves, and the skirt with the heels made my legs look long and shapely. When I was dressed, I thought I looked sexy without it looking slutty; it was just the look I was going for.

I met them at an Italian restaurant near my apartment and the three of us sat down to eat. Dinner was going well; our conversation was geared towards talk of everyday things. We were saving the sexual topics for later in the evening, when we were all more relaxed. In the middle of dinner, I got up to use the restroom, and when I returned, a coworker of mine spotted me. She came over to our table to say hello.

I was embarrassed, thinking that it must have looked strange to her to see two women with one man, but I was hoping that she didn’t think anything of it. She probably didn’t, but I just hoped that Greg and Mikki didn’t give any indications of what was going on between the three of us. She finally walked away and I breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, she sat at the table directly behind me, so we had to keep our conversation low just in case anything personal came up.

Thankfully, dinner was soon over and we had to decide what to do next. “There’s a dance club right down the street that I’ve walked by several times but never been in”, I said. “It seems like it plays pretty good music”.

“That sounds like fun; I love to dance!” Mikki replied.

We walked down to the club and went inside. We went right to the bar, as it was still early and not many people were dancing. I think that we all needed a little alcohol to loosen us up, kadıköy anal escort anyway. Mikki and I ordered Cosmopolitans, and Greg had a vodka tonic. We sat at the bar and talked, with Greg seated between the two of us. He put his hands on our legs. I looked to Mikki to see her reaction towards his hand on my leg, but she didn’t seem to mind. The bartender must have sensed something, because she kept smiling at us and poured the extra alcohol from the shakers into my glass.

As the night wore on, more people poured into the club, and the dance floor filled up. The three of us were buzzed by that time, and Mikki suggested that we go dance. We all got up and walked over to a relatively empty part of the dance floor. At first, the three of us danced adjacent to each other. It was a little awkward, as I wasn’t sure how I should dance with the two of them. I felt like a third wheel. That thought changed as the music became more rhythmic.

“Wind your body, wiggle your belly…”

The DJ began a dance reggae mix, and my hips started grinding more to the music. Mikki gave me a little nudge towards Greg, and I put one of his legs between mine. I rotated my hips to the left and then to the right, my hands on either thigh. I then saw that Mikki was behind Greg, her pelvis grinding against his ass, and her hands were on the front of his thighs. Greg took Mikki’s hands and put them on my thighs. I could feel the heat emanating from them as her hands moved up and down my legs.

After one song, Greg slipped out from between us and got behind Mikki. I was now dancing with her the way I had just danced with Greg. One of my legs was between hers, as well as one of hers between mine. I felt the material of her pants rubbing against my bare inner thighs as my skirt rode up a little. I felt the warmth of her pussy through her pants on my knee. Greg’s hands then touched my thighs; I know that he could feel my muscles flexing every time I moved to the rhythm.

Greg then went to get a drink and left Mikki and me to dance together. Our legs were still entwined, dancing to the reggae music. She moved around so that she was behind me and I could feel her pert, full breasts pressed up against my back. I turned around to face her and then went behind her. She had a nice ass and I could feel its firmness against my pelvis as we danced. I wrapped my arms around her waist as we swung our hips to the music in unison, me grinding against her like a man. Her silky hair brushed against my face, and I caught the scents of sweat, perfume and shampoo. It was very arousing.

Mikki and I got so caught up in each other that when the reggae set was over, we stopped dancing and I realized again where we were. Mikki was breathing a little heavier and I saw a glazed look in her eyes. Apparently, she was just as aroused as I was. Greg was standing by a pole a few feet away, and people who hadn’t been dancing were looking at us. I felt like we had just fucked in front of a roomful of people.

“I think it’s time for us to go,” Mikki said. Greg and I agreed, and we took a cab to the nearest hotel.

To be continued…

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My Stepbrothers’ Slut Ch. 04

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” Mmmmm, yeah, ” I heard Jim moan. ” Nice and deep and slow. I like it when you suck me like that. ”

I was on my knees in front of him, naked. I had been sucking his cock slowly for a while, my mouth wide, my tongue playing along the underside, reaching out to lick ahead as I took him deeper. When the head of his cock pressed against my throat, I hesitated just a moment before pressing against him and letting his cock slide down my throat, the tip of my tongue licking his sac. I did not gag anymore. Not since a few days earlier………

“Come on, slut. You can do it. ” John said, as his hand pushed down on the back of my head. His cock was deep in my mouth, pressing against my throat.

” Grrrrg, ” was all I could get out as my throat tightened and I tried to pull back. As I began to choke, he took his hand off of my head letting me come up for air.

” Almost, slut. Getting closer to getting it in your throat. ” He smiled as I knelt there panting. We had been at this for a while. Jim and Ron had already cum in my mouth from trying so long. John was the only one hard, but I knew he would be cumming soon.

” Let’s try again. Start sucking me again. ” John leaned back against the sofa, his cock sticking straight up. I leaned forward and gripped it in my hand, lowering my mouth and taking in the head, sucking it deeper with every movement of bostancı escort my head, until once again he was pressed against My throat. I swallowed and pushed down, but my throat just locked up, and I backed off, coughing. He told me to try that again, the swallowing before I tried to take it. Still could not do it.

“Ok. We will try again later, ” he said, letting go of my head. ” Finish sucking me off, slut. ”

His cock was already leaking, and within a couple minutes of me sucking his cock, he added his cum to that of the other two in my mouth.

Later was mid afternoon, when we got back home from a pick up baseball game. There were still a couple of hours until our parents got home. After showering, I found myself laying on my back on one of the dressers upstairs, my head over the edge and John’s cock in my mouth, fucking it, going a little deeper each stroke until he was pressed against my throat.

” Relax your throat, slut. It will slide right in like this, and even if it takes a while, I like fucking your mouth this way. ” He pressed his cock against my throat and held it there, then pulled back and fucked my mouth with slow strokes, each time bumping my throat. As his cock rested against the opening to my throat, I had to swallow. When my throat relaxed from the swallowing reflex, he pushed forward and the head of bostancı esmer escort his cock slipped into my throat.

” Breathe through your nose, ” he said as I began to choke. ” Relax and it will be fine.” He pushed deeper and the last of his cock was down my throat, my lips pressed against his balls and his stomach. In a few seconds, he pulled back so just the head was still in my mouth, giving me a chance to catch my breath . I felt him begin to slide into my mouth again, took a deep breath, and as his cock neared my throat again, I swallowed and he slipped all the way in again, his cock in my throat, his balls laying on my nose.

” He did it. The slut finally got it all in. ” I heard Jim say from beside me. ” Bet it feels good.”

” Find out for yourself, ” John chuckled, as he slid his cock out of my mouth and stepped away.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Jim took his place, his cockhead at my lips. ” Open wide, slut ” He began fucking my mouth as John had been and soon his cock was pressing against my throat and then sliding into it until he was buried to the hilt. ” Shit, that feels soo good! ” he groaned as he held it there for a few moments before pulling out and fucking my mouth a few more strokes. I swallowed him again and as he was pulling out he lost it and started to cum, filling my mouth..He bostancı olgun escort withdrew and as I finished swallowing, Ron’s cock was taking it’s place.

” A good coating of cum will make it easier for mine to go down, ” he said as he entered deep into my mouth and pressed against my throat. Now I knew what to do and taking him in was relatively easy. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, every now and then pushing into my throat. Finally, he moaned and pushed once more against my throat. ” Here it comes, slut. Right down your throat! ” As his cock entered my throat he began to cum. I never tasted any of it until he pulled out and his head dragged across my tongue. John was right there when Ron pulled out, and he barely got his cock in my mouth before he began to shoot……

Since that day, I had no trouble swallowing their cocks. It took some practice but I got to where I could swallow them from a kneeling position, as I was doing now with Jim. The other two were standing around me, the three of them close to me. Jim pulled out of my mouth and told me to tilt my head back. As I did, they all moved closer so their balls were above my face. ” Lick our balls for a while, slut. ” I heard Ron say. While they stroked their cocks, my tongue reached out and licked each of their sacs, lifting their balls, gently swiping at them. Finally they moved back a little, bringing each of their cockheads to my mouth. I licked all three of them as they continued jacking off..Jim started cumming first, then John and Ron together. Some of it went in my wide open mouth, some on my face. As they finished up, they put all three of their heads into my mouth for me to lick again.

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My First Apartment Ch. 07

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Rather than fixing something to eat, I picked up a fast food meal after purchasing a couple of color printer cartridges and a large pack of color print paper. I ate while reviewing the digital photos of Connie, Kathy and Lisa. I copied the files onto four disks – one for each of us. Then I selected what I thought were the best to print – again four sets.

There were several shots that Lisa had taken of Kathy – with and without the robe. Lisa had concentrated on Kathy’s torso and breasts since she was planning on possibly using them while she sculpted the female torso. Lisa had taken a number of photos of Connie – again with emphasis concentrated on her torso and breasts. I thought to myself that Connie would be a good tit fuck just as Kathy was. Then I wondered about how long it had been since Kathy had let me fuck her tits. Between the photos and the thoughts, I had a boner that threatened to rip my shorts.

Lisa snapped several frames as Connie put her moves on Kathy. I picked up the camera after Lisa joined the other women. I didn’t print any of the early shots of the trio since it was pretty much foreplay and soft core. There was one shot of Lisa, though, that was a dick stiffener, at least, for me.

It was taken from behind just as Lisa straddled Connie’s leg and before she began to hump it. Lisa was on her knees and leaning forward over Connie. Her knees were spread on either side of Connie’s leg. Her pussy was basically bald after she had shaved her pussy hair into a narrow strip. I don’t remember if Lisa had been fingering herself but her wet loose outer lips framed her shiny pink slit.

I was glad that I hadn’t noticed that then, since I couldn’t have been able to restrain myself and I would have had to either suck her or fuck her. And then I wouldn’t have gotten the shots of Connie’s fisting. I zoomed in on the image of Lisa’s butt and printed and saved a digital close up of her ass, centered on her hot cunt. The print was so clear that you could practically smell her. I could taste her. And she looked so wet that you expected pussy juices to drip off her labia.

The photos showing the progression of Lisa’s fingers and hand and wrist into Connie’s cunt were printed off into four fine sets. I had just started the last print in the series and as I disconnected Lisa’s camera from the computer port, there was a knock at my apartment door.

“Hey, Rich. You want to hot tub with us?”

“Sure, if you can wait a minute, Kathy. Come on in, I’m just finishing something.” The door swung open and Kathy and Frank walked up to my desk. They were both wearing loosely tied robes.

“What are you working on?”

“Take a look.” I handed a set of the prints to each of them. Kathy flipped through them. “Gawd, that was something else, just being there and watching Lisa slip her hand and wrist into Connie’s pussy.” Lisa leaned over my shoulder as she placed the prints back on the desk.

She dropped a hand to my crotch. She grazed me as she straightened up. Then she opened her robe and leaned over me again. This time she pushed her hand into the waistband of my shorts. She wrapped her fingers and thumb around my balls and stiff cock. “You seem to enjoy your work,” Her breasts pressing against my neck only made me harder and more, if that was possible, erect.

Frank was looking at the photo where Lisa’s hand and much of her wrist were sheathed inside Connie. “Damn, that’d give a dead man a hard-on.”

Kathy reached over and flicked Frank’s robe open. She laughed. Frank’s dick was upright and erect. “You don’t look dead to me.” She released me and straightened up before moving over in front of Frank.

I watched as she sank to her knees. I picked up Lisa’s camera and started snapping as Kathy licked the underside of Frank’s erection from balls to crown. Frank put his hands on his hips and swept his robe back. Kathy opened her mouth. Frank pushed his hard-on down so it was pointing in Kathy’s direction. She formed her lips into an “O” and Frank pushed his cock through them and deep into her mouth.

Kathy remained motionless as Frank began to move his hips. I snapped away as she slipped her robe off. She cupped and lifted her breasts with her hands. She had her head tipped back slightly and her eyes were on Frank’s face as he fucked her mouth.

Frank stopped moving. He held Kathy’s head. She nursed on his dick. “Screw the hot tub, let’s screw each other.” He released her head. Then he shrugged his shoulders and his robe dropped to the floor.

Kathy released his dick. “Good idea. I’m still horny and hot from this afternoon.” She stood up and walked over to my bed. As she arranged herself to lie on her back, she beckoned Frank. He got on his knees beside her head. Kathy turned her head towards him and he fed his erection back into her warm sucking mouth.

I snapped a couple more photos then abandoned the camera. I got on the bed beside Kathy. I put my hand on her hip and rolled her up onto her side. Frank shifted too as she continued to suck his hard-on. göztepe genç escort I lay down facing her cunt. I lifted her upper leg. I buried my face in her pussy hair. Kathy smelled hot. I licked her. Her lips parted easily and I worked my way to her clitoris.

Kathy hissed around her mouthful as I sucked her clit. Frank groaned as Kathy apparently sucked him harder. I felt a hand on my hip. Then there was much jostling of the bed as Frank shifted his position too.

My cock was wrapped in the grip of a strong hand. Then I felt a tongue and lips as Frank began to lick and kiss my cockhead. Frank fondled and gently rolled my nuts around in their loose sac as he teased me with his tongue. Frank pushed his mouth down over my cockhead. I sucked Kathy’s clitoris with rapid “soda straw” sucks as Frank continued to lave my cockhead with his tongue.

The apartment was quiet except for the slurping and sucking sounds we made as we ate each other. Frank had worked a finger into my butthole as he blew me. He was making it difficult for me to maintain my concentration on Kathy’s clit.

Kathy sensed it too. She rolled onto her back. “This is nice, but I need a dick! I want to be screwed!”

Frank took my cock out of his mouth and held it with his fingers, “You look ready, Rich. Be my guest. You go first.”

Kathy had spread her legs. She was rubbing a finger around her clitoris. I got on my knees and rubbed my cock over her pussy. She used her fingers to push my cock against herself and to guide me into her pussy. Kathy groaned as I pushed myself deep into her in a single long stroke. Gawd, was she ever warm and wet and slick.

I raised Kathy’s legs and rested her ankles on my shoulders. Kathy put her hand on her pussy and touched my cock. “Don’t move, Rich, I want to feel you so deep inside me.” I held myself still. Kathy lifted her ankles off my shoulders. She lay quietly with her eyes closed and her arms and legs spread-eagled. Kathy began to smile. It felt like little hands were squeezing my cock. She was flexing and exercising her vaginal muscles. Frank was absentmindedly stroking his hard-on as he quietly watched.

Kathy opened her eyes. “Lie down on top of me.” My cock slipped partially out of her pussy as I stretched my legs out. I wiggled my ass and got myself reburied in the depths of her pussy. Kathy put her legs over mine and hooked her ankles inside my calves. “Roll us over.”

It was awkward. I couldn’t move a knee to get any leverage. Frank reached over us. He put his and on Kathy’s hip and shoulder and rolled us. His hard-on press against me as we rolled. Kathy pushed herself up so she was on her knees over my hips and crotch. I thrust my ass upwards. “That’s good. So good. So deep.” Kathy put her hands on my chest. “Now let’s fuck!” I smiled as she pumped her pussy up and down my cock. She shook her head and tossed her hair. Her tits bounced and bobbled as we took a cock ride together.

Kathy slowed her pace. She held her breasts and rubbed her nipples and areola as the ride slowed to a stop. She leaned towards Frank and pulled him closer by tugging on his hard-on. “Get on your knees over Rich’s head.” Frank got into position. His hard cock jutted over me and his balls hung over my face.

Kathy began to rock her hips. I started to hump her. We established a slow rhythmic fucking action as Kathy leaned forward. She placed her hands on my shoulders and wrapped her lips around the crown of Frank’s cock. Frank held her head lightly. Kathy began to rock herself back and forth. I stopped humping her and just thrust my hips up high in an attempt to keep my cock buried as deep in her cunt as I could.

Frank began to rock his pelvis. Kathy moaned as he fucked her face. I tried to lick his balls as they rolled around and rubbed across my face. Kathy pushed herself back up straight over me. Frank followed her as she continued to suck his cock. She ground her ass around so my cock was seated as deep as possible in her cunt.

She put her hands on Frank’s hips. Frank began to fuck her face again. Kathy kept her lips sealed around Frank’s wet shiny cock shaft. Spit and saliva was running down her chin and dripping onto me. I reached up between Frank’s legs and touched his ball sac. Frank looked down at me and smiled. He spread his ass cheeks. I fondled his balls for a couple of minutes then I worked my index finger into Frank’s butthole. Frank looked down at me and grinned. I finger fucked his ass as he face fucked Kathy. I began to hump my hips again to continue to cunt fuck his wife.

Frank clinched his sphincter around my finger. He pulled his cock out of Kathy’s mouth. He began to beat himself off. I heard Kathy say, “Shoot your cum on my tits!” I looked between Frank’s legs as he shot his load onto Kathy’s chest.

Kathy’s took his cock and sucked it back into her mouth. Frank held her head and practically shouted, “That’s it! Suck the hot cum out of my nuts! Suck my cock and eat my jism, Slut!” It surprised me göztepe olgun escort to hear Frank call his wife a slut. I watched Kathy’s throat move as she gulped cum wads Frank was pumping into her mouth.

She took his cock out of her mouth and rubbed the cockhead across her eyelids and around her mouth spreading a thin coating of cum on her skin. She looked up at Frank. Her voice was tight with lust, “Yes, Frank, I’m your cocksucking, cum eating Slut Wife.” Her hand dropped to her breasts. She smeared the cum around on her chest. Kathy tipped her head back. I watched her tongue snake out and lift Frank’s now semi-flaccid cock back to her lips. She closed her eyes then sucked him deep into her mouth and buried her nose in his pubic hair.

Frank stepped back. His cock pulled out of Kathy’s mouth with a pop. I pulled my finger out of his ass as he sat down on the bed. Kathy opened her eyes. She looked a little dazed and sort of lost. She picked up a stray cum gob, off her breast, with a fingertip. She looked at it then sucked her finger clean. She grinned at Frank and me, “Do I love sucking and fucking or what!” She was laughing as she rolled off my cock and fell onto her back.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows. Kathy sat up. She looked at my hard cock, which was shiny and slick with her pussy juices. “Oh, you poor man! I’ll bet that hurts. We should do something about, shouldn’t we, Frank?”

Frank looked over at me. “Yes, Kathy, I think we should.” He ran the tip of his tongue around his lips.

Why don’t you suck it, Frank? You know how much you like sucking Rich’s fat cock.”

“Yes, I do. I’d like to suck Rich off, but I’ve got a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“I think Rich should fuck me with his fat cock.” Frank got off the bed.

“Fuck you, Frank?”

“Yes, Kathy, Fuck me. He fucked you. Why can’t he fuck me too?”

“There’s no reason Rich can’t fuck you unless he doesn’t want to. Do you want to fuck Frank’s ass, Rich?”

I looked at both of them, “Sure, if that’s what he wants. I like fucking Frank. I like fucking you too, Kathy. You’re different fucks, but you’re both excellent fucks.”

“Do you have any lube, Rich?”

“There’s a bottle of a silky, smooth lotion in the bathroom, Frank.”

Frank was back in just a minute with the lotion bottle. He squeezed some into the palm of his hand, “Say, I’ll bet this works really well for masturbating.”

“That’s what I use it for. When I can’t fuck you or Kathy, I get relief by jacking off.”

Kathy laughed, “You have so many people who like to fuck and suck with you, that you never need to jack off. But I’d love to watch you when you do do it sometime.” Kathy took the bottle from Frank. “Let me lube you up, Frank.”

Frank lay on his stomach. He spread his ass cheeks as Kathy squirted lotion into her hand. She slipped her hand between Frank’s cheeks. He winced, “Oh, that’s cold.” He winced again then laughed as Kathy pushed two lubed fingers into his ass, “Be gentle.”

Kathy worked lotion into his ass, “Why don’t you fluff Rich? He’s looking a little down there.”

Frank squirmed across the bed. He leaned over my crotch, “Things do look a little down here.” He looked up at me and grinned, “Don’t worry. I’ll have things up and ready in just a second.” Frank lowered his head. He pushed my cock around with his chin, lips and tongue until he got it into a position where he could stuff it into his mouth.

One thing about Frank is that he is a very talented and dedicated cocksucker. My cock was up and stiff and ready in a matter of minutes. Frank stopped fluffing me, “I think you’re ready. Kathy, you should cut back on the salt.”

“Pardon me.”

“You should cut back on the salt. Your juicy pussy makes Rich’s cock taste like a pretzel.”

Kathy slapped his ass, “At least, it’s not a soft pretzel. You’re all greased up. I’ll grease Rich’s tool then you are on your own.” Kathy wrapped a hand around my cock shaft. She licked the crown then pushed her mouth over it and down the shaft. She pulled her head up and off my cock, “It doesn’t taste salty to me, Frank.”

Frank pushed himself up on his knees. He laughed and reached over to squeeze one of Kathy’s tits, “Of course it isn’t salty now, you silly slut. I’ve sucked you clean off Rich’s cock.”

“Oh, I know you’ve always said you’d suck the cock of the last man who’d fucked me.”

“And I didn’t have to walk on the cheeks of my ass across the desert and through broken glass to do it either.”

Kathy laughed as she rubbed a generous coat of lotion on my cock, “I hope Rich fucks your brains out. Make him beg for mercy.” She squeezed my balls before she moved to the end of the bed.

Frank remained on his knees. I moved so I was upright on my knees behind him. Frank looked over his shoulder, “Slip it to me.” I held and guided my cock so the head was pressing against Frank’s puckered butthole. One quick hard thrust and I was balls deep in his ass. Frank grunted, göztepe şişman escort “Oh, shit! Fuck. Not so hard.” I pulled back then rapidly pushed hard and deep again. Frank tried to jerk his ass away, “Gawd dammit, not so hard.”

Kathy moved up by Frank’s head. She slapped his face. “Shut up, you Bitch! Take it like a man! Now you know how I feel when you shove your dick into my dry pussy!”

Frank hung his head, “I’m sorry.”

“Yes. You are sorry, you Ass Slut!” Kathy turned to me, “Don’t pay any attention to this slut. Fuck his ass hard. He likes his ass fucked hard and fast and deep although he protests. Don’t you slut?”

“Yes, I like it. Fuck my ass hard.”

“Do what!”

“Please fuck my ass hard.”

“That’s better, slut. You heard him, Rich. Fuck him hard.”

I’d never seen this side of Kathy and Frank’s relationship. I reached under Frank and rubbed his stomach then slid my hand to his crotch. His cock was soft and limp. I ground my hips against his then I began to pump my cock in and out of his ass with long steady strokes. Frank’s cock stirred in my hand. I changed rhythms and began to rotate my hips as I used short fucking strokes.

Frank reached back with one hand to touch mine on his cock. Frank’s cock was now fully erect and filled my hand. Frank gently squeezed our ball sacs together. Frank steadied himself on his hands and knees as I put my hands on his hips and started to fuck his ass with long fast strokes.

Frank began to push and pull with me. “Oh, yes! Yes! Gawd, that feels good. Oh, Yes!”

Kathy held Frank’s head. She tipped his face up, “You like that don’t you, you Bitch? You like being fucked in the ass as much as you like sucking cock. Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like being fucked in the ass.”

“You’re a slut aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m a slut.”

“What sort of slut are you, Frank?”

“I’m a slut cocksucker. I’m a cocksucking slut. I like to eat cumming cocks and I love having my ass fucked by men with big hard dicks.”

“That’s right, Frank, you’re a cum eating, cocksucking, ass fucking slut.”

I listened in amazement and somewhat in amusement. I slowly pulled my cock out of Frank’s ass. “You two sound like you’re trying to ‘out slut’ each other.”

Frank moaned, “Oh, don’t stop fucking me. Please put you cock back in my ass.”

“In a minute, Frank. Get on your back.”

Kathy laughed, “Frank and I are both sluts, Rich. Neither of us can get enough of your cock and cum. Isn’t that right Frank?”

Frank was on his back. “Yes, we’re both sluts who love your cock.”

I moved closer to Frank. He exposed his ass to me by pulling his knees up to his chest. His ass cheeks were greasy with lotion that had squeezed out as I fucked him. I punched my cock back into his open stretched asshole with no resistance. Frank sighed as I rubbed my pubic hair against his ass and my balls bumped against him. I grasped his ankles and put his legs over my shoulders.

Kathy watched as I pumped my cock up Frank’s ass. His hard dick swayed back and forth, smearing pre-cum on his stomach. I began to straighten and rise up on my knees. Frank’s ass followed me up as he was rolled up onto his shoulders and neck. Kathy moved over closer to Frank. “That’s it, fuck me. Fuck me.” I was standing in a half crouch over Frank’s ass. I pulled my cock almost all the out of his ass then plunged it back into him in a fast stroke. “Oh, shit! That’s good! Fuck me deep!”

I lifted Frank’s legs off my shoulders and pushed then over his head. Frank’s back was almost straight up and down and his ass was guiding my cock straight down. I pulled my cock back out again and pushed it as deep as I could into Frank’s ass. My pelvis slammed against his ass cheeks. “Ohh! Damn! That’s it! Keep fucking me deep like that.”

Frank’s hard-on was pointed right at his face. I shortened and speeded up my strokes. Each time I bottomed in Frank, my pelvis pressed his nut sac. “Oh gawd, you’re mashing my nuts! You’re so deep! Fuck me faster! Fuck me deeper!”

I leaned over Frank and put my hands on the bed headboard. I pistoned my cock straight down into his ass as fast as I could. “Oh, geez, that feels so good. I’m going to cum!” Kathy reached in and grasped Frank’s cock.

“Ohhh, gawd.” I felt his asshole clinch my cock. I slowed my fucking pace to be in time with Frank as he blew his cum load.

Kathy held and aimed his cock. The wads he shot were landing on his face. “That’s it, Frank, shoot your cum into your mouth” Frank extended his tongue. Kathy improved her aim and most of Frank’s cum landed on his tongue or lips. “Eat your cum! Paint your slutty face!”

The grip of Frank’s asshole around my cock shaft, the sight of him shooting into his own mouth and Kathy’s talk sent me over the edge. I pulled my cock out of his ass and leaned further forward. I pointed my cock straight down at Frank’s face. A stream of cum boiled up from my nuts and splattered on Frank’s face. Kathy released Frank and gripped me. She improved my aim and the next few wads dropped neatly into Frank’s mouth.

I straightened up. My cock was aimed right at Kathy and she accepted several gobs on her face. I was cumming so hard that it almost hurt. I dropped the last of my load on Frank’s upturned ass and nut sac.

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My Mother’s Transformation

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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[[This is my first story. English is not my first language so please have oversight with possible grammatical issues. This is not for everyone so if this topic upsets you please do not read it. This is only the first chapter so it’s more of an introduction into the story. I welcome all feedback and criticism. All characters are 18 or older. Please enjoy!]]

My Mother´s Transformation

Chapter 1

The Descent

I can´t believe what I´m seeing. I´m falling apart. My gut is wrenching itself to death, my breath is falling short, and my dick is involuntarily growing rock hard. There, on the screen, is the most important person in my life. My greatest love in the world, my mother. And she is getting fucked doggy style by the person I hate the most, my bully. She is moaning like a porn actress, her big ass bouncing on his dick, his hands on it while he is balls deep inside her pussy. The pussy I came out of. I break down in tears.

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Introduction

My name is Randy. And this is a true story. I wish it wasn´t. I wish it was just some sick make-believe. But it happened. This is the story of how my mother became a cock-hungry slut, and how things will never be the same.

The Beginning

I woke up that day like any other day. I was a normal, albeit a bit awkward, teenager who had just turned 18. I wasn´t without friends, and I would probably even have a girlfriend had I just not been so socially awkward and downright weird at times. I don´t know why I couldn´t talk to girls the way other guys do. Why I couldn´t flirt and know what to say. To be honest, I was too shy to even try.

It had always been my mom and me. And as I went downstairs there she was, getting breakfast ready. She was my rock in this world. Long, thick and wavy black hair, pouty lips and green almond eyes, a sight of safety and love. Back then I was aware of but would never think about her body. Her full breasts, slightly tanned white skin, and of course her shapely ass. My mom never worked out a day in her life. It was all natural. But she was my mom, basically asexual. She never really had boyfriends or anything. I was her life. But she always made sure to look good. Even now her makeup was perfect, her sleeveless white shirt with her long black skirt that hugged her noticeable ass. She didn´t look like a model or like one of those fitness girls, she looked like a real, beautiful woman with all the fillings in the right places, and yet far from fat. Any man would be lucky to have her.

– Gina: Excited about school? – She asked sarcastically, knowing I hated it – Come on sweety soon enough it´ll be over, why don´t you just try to enjoy it a little? My best days were in high school you know.

– Randy: I hate it mom, just lay off me please.

– Gina: Your impossible…

I would have enjoyed it, I would if it wasn´t for him. Jeff. I hated him. Every day he would taunt me or call me names. Or embarrass me in front of everyone else. Including the girls. And the girls loved him. Everyone knew he had lost his virginity back in junior high. How? He was a total dick, and not very smart either. He just thought he was. We had actually been friends bostancı sarışın escort back in elementary school. But then puberty kicked in, and he became one of the “popular” kids and didn´t want much to do with me. True, he rarely got physical. But he always made fun of me. And I was too much of a wimp to do anything about it.

I arrived at school and everything went well that day. All up until Jeff showed up. Of course, he skipped his early classes. As he got loud cheers from his pals in the hallway he immediately started telling about how spent he was after fucking Sandy all night.

– Seth: Your fucking shittin us man? Sandy? You fucked her?

– Jeff: Bro I´m telling you she came over last night, I was snapchating her, got her all fired up and dropped a casual invite. Come on guys you know how this works it´s not like you´re Randy over there who´s never seen a naked girl.

– Seth: HAHAHHA, hey Randy have you ever seen one man?

– Jeff: Of course he hasn´t he probably doesn´t even watch porn cuz his mommy told him not to!

“Hahahana” was all I heard. As usual, I was too afraid to say anything, so I just left. I heard them laughing in the background as I was leaving. Nothing more really dramatic happened that day, and I went home as usual. Mom wasn´t home yet, so I made myself a snack and went up to my room to play some video games.

A little later my mom came home, I helped her bring in some grosseries, and we sat down to eat.

– Gina: So honey, I joined the rest of the world today and got an Instagram.

– Randy: What?

Somehow this didn´t feel good. I don´t know why, but it didn´t. Mom never had any social media, and now she has an Instagram. It felt like she was, exposed…

– Gina: Yeah I tried to find you but I´m so bad with technology. Can´t you add me or what it´s called?

– Randy: Umm sure, but why did you get an Instagram?

– Gina: Oh Karen was showing me these beautiful pictures at work and said it was really nice and just a bunch of pictures. You know nothing complicated like Facebook. I just thought why not, I mean everyone else has it.

– Randy: Sure what’s your username?

– Gina: xxxxx

As I searched up the name I was even less happy to see she was open. 5 pictures, 2 of her face, 2 modestly dressed but still showing of how good she looked. And then the 5th. A longer tight black dress shot in profile, making it clear her ass was out of the ordinary. I didn´t like it, but it´s not as she was naked. Still, I had a bad feeling.

The Lead-Up

The next day as I walked by Jeff´s table at lunch he shouted out “What up milf hunter?”. At first, I didn´t even think he was talking to me. But as I understood he was, I just looked at him not knowing what he was talking about.

Jeff: I asked you a question man!

Randy: I-I don´t get it.

Jeff: Dude Instagram suggested your mom as a friend to me last night. Holy fuck she´s a real milf! You probably chase her around with your dick out all over the house!

“Hahahahahah” came as a loud chorus from everyone else at the table. Including Sandy who was sitting there as another of Jeff´s slut conquests.

Randy: Dude that´s my mom your talking about.

Jeff: bostancı yabancı escort Hey I get it man I would too if my mom looked like that. It´s a shame she´s not getting any dick lookin that fuckable!

Randy: Fuck off.

Jeff: Well no worries man I´m gonna give it to her goood – he said as he was humping the table and making all his stupid friends and his slut laugh.

I just uttered another barely audible “fuck you” and went over to my own friends.

Ben: Was Jeff being an ass again?

Randy: Yeah.

Will: What did he say?

Randy: He was calling my mom a milf and saying a bunch of inappropriate shit.

Ben: Fuck him man, like she or any other real woman would even look at his sorry ass! Let him feel all important with his high school sluts like Sandy or Angie.

Ben´s words made me feel immediately calmer. Sure Jeff was a dick, but who cares. He would probably shit his pants around my mom anyway. I almost felt like telling her just so she could embarass the fuck out of him in front of his parents. But on second thought it would be too embarassing to even bring up.

As I got home the house was empty as usual. I made myself a snack and went up to play some video games. Mom came home later, she came into my room to say hi then went to shower and prepare dinner. When she called me down I noticed she hadn´t set a plate for herself. I asked her if she wasn´t going to eat, and she said she was going out with some friends from work to eat. Oh ok I thought, it wasn´t that unusual for them to do that.

About a little more than an hour later she was all set to go out, and wow did she look good. High black heels, a tight black skirt that ended right above her knees, and an all-covering tight black sweater with an elegant black coat over it all. Her make-up made her large eyes stand out even more and perfume filled the living room with a wonderful smell I couldn´t identify. The only thing that stood out from her all-black outfit and black hair, was her green emerald necklace I had given her as a present on her last birthday perfectly matching her bright green eyes.

Gina: Do I look good?

Randy: Too good mom all the sleazebags will hit on you – I said laughingly.

Gina: Oh shut up there are a ton of younger girls there for them to hit on. Maybe you should come along and find one for yourself? – she said with a wink in her eyes.

Randy: No thanks I´m all about the business.

She laughed at my no-sense reply and left to the Uber waiting outside after giving me a hug. “I´ll be back around 10-11 at the latest” she said as she almost danced out of the house.

The Night

A little sick of the video games for the day, I sat down to watch a movie. Poured my self some of my moms wine and lit up a cigarette. Aah sweet freedom! I didn´t really drink or smoke, but it was nice to act a little adult when I had the house to myself. As far as the law was concerned I was an adult. A glass here or there my mom wouldn´t notice, and the pack of Lucky Strikes I had hidden away in my room, 3 months later it still wasn´t done. I was no near Jeff who drank every weekend and a lot during the week as well. A pack of cigarettes lasted him göztepe escort bayan a day at the most. That guy will probably die of a heart attack at 40 pounding his mistress or something, I thought to myself.

After two movies and feeling a little tipsy after I broke the one-glass rule, it was slightly past 11 and mom still wasn´t home. I got a little worried and called her, she answered right away.

Gina: Hi sweety is everything ok? – in the background I heard loud music and people talking, mom was talking really loud herself.

Randy: Yeah sure mom just checking if you´re on your way?

Gina: Actually sweety after dinner the girls dragged me along to a bar HAHA! I´ll be here an hour tops.

Randy: Ok mom have fun.

Gina: Love you sweety!

Randy: Love you too mom.

Well that´s a first, mom at a bar… I thought to myself. Oh well, guess she needs some fun too. With no more movies to watch I decided to jack off a little and go to bed.

As the clock was past midnight and mom still wasn´t home I went on Instagram and saw that she had uploaded a story. She was selfie-filming herself, Karen, an average looking woman her age, and Tina, a younger woman around 25 that looked pretty good. Both Karen and Tina were more provocatively dressed than my mom and when she noticed the camera Tina started mock-twerking at it. Mom gave her a playful smack on the butt. She was clearly drunk. I immediately got hard and jacked off to Tina twerking on my dick.

As the clock was now past 1 and no new stories I decided to give mom another call. This time after a few rings it went to voicemail. I tried again and after 3 rings she picked up. But all Í heard was undecipherable noise.

Randy: Mom?

Then I heard a somewhat familiar male voice laughing, music in the background, and then a female voice that sounded like mom out of breath saying “What the fuck”, and the next second the line was dead. I immediately called again but this time no answer and then voicemail. The same thing happened the next 3 times I called. And the next 5. I was besides myself. Was mom ok? What the fuck was going on? Who was that guy in the background? I smoked a cigarette just to calm down and didn´t know what to do. Should I go there? I didn´t even know what bar they were at. I didn´t have Karen´s or Tina´s numbers, and nothing new on Instagram. After what seemed like forever I heard the phone ringing and was overjoyed when I saw “Mom” on the screen.

Randy: Hello?!

Gina: Hii sweety, I´m so sorry I didn´t hear the phone ringing. I´m leaving now I should be home in 30 tops!

Randy: You answered once but it was just a bunch of weird sounds.

Gina: Really? No idea honey I´m coming home now see you soon.

This time, as promised, mom was home in 20. But it was clear her night had been pretty wild. Her hair was not as fixed as it was when she left. Her make-up wasn´t really on point either, and her skirt wasn´t really fixed either. Frankly it looked like she had fallen down, rolled around once and got up again. Also, she was clearly drunk, albeit a bit sobered up. All she told me was that they went to the bar after dinner, had a few drinks, danced, and went home. As for the strange phone call, she insisted it must have been someone in the background talking. Fine, I guess I overreacted but I just got worried. I hugged her, and she kissed me good night, and I could of sworn there was some red on her neck, right around the necklace I gave her.

I finally went to sleep. Blissfully unaware of the horrendous thing that had transpired on this fateful night.

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Naughty Little Girl

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(All characters in this story are 18 and over, the role playing going on in the story is just that role playing, fantasy, it is complete fiction. I own all copyrights to this story.)

I was nearly dripping by the time his hand was in my panties, his rough long fingers caressing my folds, probing my warmth hungrily. I moaned almost loud enough to be heard, his other hand clamped over my mouth, hurriedly silencing me. If we were caught we’d be in so much trouble….

Again his fingers dipped into my hot wetness, I spread my legs more, wanting him to finger fuck me as deep as he could. I nearly cried out when I felt him tickle the inside of my pussy with two fingers, never before had such a sensation spread over my tender flesh like that. He pressed me back against the wall, his manhood hard in his boxers, I could feel the heat of it on my stomach, “Mmm god, you’re so wet.” He groaned, thrusting his fingers in me roughly.

I could hear the noise of my wet pussy, trying to suck his fingers deeper in me; my eyes opened and met his. His dark blue depths were wild, like a deer caught in the head lights of an on coming car; he licked his lips…those wonderful full lips.

“You like that don’t you Little One?” Again his fingers plunged into me then tickled the walls of my throbbing pussy. My knees went weak and I almost fell, I answered him by grinding my crotch against his hand. “Yes…I thought you did.” He hissed evilly, his fingers pumping faster and faster.

I bit my lip and muffled a groan as my body tensed up then started to shake with orgasm. He laughed and removed his fingers, shoving them into my mouth. I made delighted sucking noises as I cleaned them of my juice, my eyes glued to his. He slid down my body to my waiting parted legs and lifted the hem of my skirt, grinning he caressed the crotch of my wet cotton panties, slightly ripped from the finger fucking he was giving me. He pulled them to the side and breathed in my scent, bostancı elit escort bayan and then I trembled as his long tongue flicked my swollen clit.

“Mmm baby, you’re so sweet….” He whispered, his tongue lapping at my juices,” You like the way I lick your pussy don’t you Little Girl?”

“Ahh….” Was all I could manage as he began tonguing my hot hole while one hand moved to rub my clit. I gasped when he pinched my swollen nub, pulling it out and tugging almost painfully, he quickened his tongue as he pinched and tugged.

“You like the feel of my tongue in your pussy don’t you, you little Brat?” He grunted in between licks, “Talk to me you little Slut!”

I opened my mouth but my words were cut off as he ripped my cotton panties off and dived into my pussy, both hands moving to grip my ass. I groaned,” I love the feel of you licking my pussy!”

He smacked an ass cheek hard, the sting causing me to yelp, “Naughty! Did I say you could say Pussy? You nasty Little Girl, now your gonna be fucked like the little Slut you are!” He removed his mouth and yanked me down to the floor he slid down his boxers, his hard cock laying against his stomach, pulsing. He took both hands and positioned my head at his groin area. “Suck it Baby Girl, just like the little Slut you are!”

I flicked my tongue over the tip of his hard cock, feeling my juices drip down my thighs from my orgasm earlier. He pressed on the back of my head urging me forward till my red painted lips surrounded the end of his cock. I flicked my tongue over the tip, and then slowly began to bob my head up and down, coating his hard cock in my saliva. He groaned and moved his hips back and forth faster and faster until I was having a hard time keeping up. I sucked along the shaft my tongue rubbing the slick flesh, moaning as loudly as I dared. His hands gripped my pig tails tightly as he forced me down on him hard, almost causing bostancı çıtır escort me to gag.

“Come on Bitch, you know how I like it, do it right you fucking Tramp!” He forced me down again harder. “Suck my cock Whore!”

I tightened my mouth around his cock and felt him hit the back of my throat, and then as I pulled up I scraped my teeth along his shaft. I heard him gasp loudly then curse, telling me to do it again. Once again I scraped my teeth along his tender flesh as I pull back up, I felt his knees wobble and it excited me. All of a sudden I was being pushed away, he stared down at me his eyes flashing. “You’re a good cock sucking Bitch, but now it’s time to fuck you hard. Roll over, Baby, I’m gonna fuck that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

I quickly got on my hands and knees sticking my ass in the air, awaiting the feel of him entering me, needing the feel of him in me. He always knew how to excite me, how to make my body tremble with each word, touch or thought of what he’d do next. “That’s it baby, I love looking at that ass of yours as I fuck you.” He smacked one of my cheeks hard then again, a pink hand print forming on my pale skin.

I felt the head of his hard cock press at the entrance to my pussy, my juices making it easy for him to slide in quickly. He plunged into me as far as he could go, his hips smacking against me painfully, I groaned and flexed my muscles around him. He pulled back and forced himself forward, his hand smacking my ass with each painful thrust. “Fuck you feel good, oh yes Baby, ride my cock!”

I thrust back against him as he pounded me, I knew it wouldn’t last long, but it didn’t matter it felt too damn good. I bit my lip to keep silent, feeling as if my body was going to rip apart as he plunged into me over and over and over again. All of a sudden he gripped my pig tails again and forced me back onto him, I cried out as he pulled my hair, my hips rocking bostancı elit escort as fast as I could get them to go. “Yes, you little Slut…you like the way I fuck you don’t you Bitch?” He gritted his teeth, pulling my pony tails with each thrust into me. “You want it harder don’t you Baby?”

“Yes!” I cried out, the feel of his cock hitting my spot with each movement causing me to orgasm again.

“Yes what, you fucking Slut?” His hand stung my cheek again.

“I want you to fuck me harder!” I groaned, feeling myself still riding the path to a third orgasm.

“Naughty!” He smacked my ass again and twisted my hair tightly, pounding me hard and fast. “You little Brat, you love this cock don’t you?”

I groaned, nodding, he tightened his hold on my hair,” Say it, you know what I want to hear!”

I squealed as I felt another orgasm ripping into me, “I’m a Naughty Little Girl!”

“Fuck yes!” He growled and thrust into me one last time, I could feel the hot spurts of his liquid deep inside me his hips still moving but slowing down. He was panting, I was totally exhausted and sore, and I felt so good….

Finally he released my hair and then slowly pulled out of me; gently he moved the hem of my skirt back down over my ass and sat back with a satisfied look on his face. I turned and smiled at him, my eyes catching his, nodding I stood up and straightened my white blouse then smoothed down the loose hairs from my pig tails. I bent and picked up the torn white cotton panties, I lifted my skirt and wiped up the cum with them then carefully set the panties down on the desk. Grinning I glanced at the clock and then went over to where his pants were piled on the floor, I stuck my hand in the pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening the wallet I found a one hundred dollar bill and stuffed it in my bra, then replaced the wallet back into the pants, skipping happily I made my way over to the tired naked man on the floor. Bending I kissed his cheek and patted his head, “Same time next week Mr. Jenson?”

Nodding the older man grunted, “Yes, same time next week Kitten; and this time,wear that cute little denim jumper with the pink lace.”

“Sure will Mr. Jenson, have a good day Mr. Jenson.” I stick a lollipop in my mouth and skip out of the Office…

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My Shy (but hung!) Grandaddy

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After my first few experiences with David (see my other stories), I wanted to sample a bit of variety. I was regularly cruising online and chatted to a few guys but was quickly finding out that older guys who are versatile was a big turn off for me. I realised I was looking for selfish tops. Men who wanted to be sucked and who wanted to fuck. They wanted to cum and that’s all they were interested in.

On a website that specialised in connecting young guys with silver daddies, I got chatting to a man called Harold. Harold was 86 and at first just wanted to chat. He lived in a town about 45 minutes away from me and was a widower. He told me over the course of a few weeks of conversations that he had always known he was attracted to males but because it was so unacceptable when he was young he had never acted on it and then had got married and put it to the back of his mind. It was only since he had become a widower that he felt he should finally live out his fantasy while he still had time. He said he was still in working order where it mattered and masturbated regularly.

Importantly, we established that Harold was a total top. I sent him some pictures of myself and he liked what he saw, and he sent me a face picture showing an elderly, but still handsome man. Obviously slim, with a strong jaw and thinning hair. His profile said he was 6 foot 2″, which I liked (and I can’t say I hadn’t noticed he stated his cock size as large!). But he said he was nervous of meeting as he hadn’t done it before and he didn’t want me to be disappointed by his age and the fact that he wasn’t as mobile as he used to be. I reassured him by saying that I was pretty new to meeting up with men as well so I would still be nervous too, but that I was happy to do most of the work and let him sit back and enjoy the experience. I also told him we could just talk or sit and watch some TV for a while if that made him more comfortable. Eventually he agreed to meet and we set a date and time for the next weekend.

I arrived feeling just as nervous as I had on my first meeting with David, but much more sure of what I wanted to happen. He invited me in nervously and we sat on the sofa exchanging pleasantries. He said he wasn’t sure how to act and admitted to feeling anxious about the situation. I said we could just watch some TV to relax and he could let me know if he wanted to try anything. He said ok and we turned our attention to whatever rubbish was on TV.

After about half an hour of hoping that Harold would make a move and initiate some activity I thought that maybe he had changed his mind so I asked him whether he wanted me to leave. He said that that he definitely bağdat caddesi şişman escort didn’t and that he just didn’t know how to begin. I said if he was happy to let me, I could take the lead while he watched TV. He nodded.

I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh. His body tensed up, but he didn’t say anything, so I carried on. I moved slowly up his thigh to where I could see the outline of his cock resting against the inside of his leg. He subtly spread his legs ever so slightly to give me better access. As I slipped my hand over it, I could feel through his linen trousers that he was still soft, but that he was big. I gripped it and gave it a stroke through his trousers, but I knew I’d have to get it out to get him hard.

I undid his flies and reached in past his boxers and grabbed his thick soft cock. I freed it from his trousers and noticed that he was circumcised it had a nice round shiny red head at the end of his thick, soft shaft. He breathed heavily as I started stroking it gently. I could feel from how much it was stretching when stroking it soft that it had the potential to get big.

As much as I was enjoying playing with the big soft cock, I sensed that it was going to take something more to get it hard. I climbed down on the floor in front of him and got on my knees facing him. I undid his belt and trouser button and tugged at the sides, letting him know I wanted them off. He raised his hip up and let me slide them down, along with his y-fronts, over his legs. I pulled his knees apart so I could shuffle in between them. I lifted up his soft cock and gave it a big lick all the way from the bottom of his droopy balls to the tip. He moaned and I felt his dick twitch in my hand. His balls were big and hairy and hung low, so I lifted them up and sucked on one at a time. I could taste a little perspiration, a nice hint of saltiness, and I put each testicle fully in my mouth and sucked as I rolled my tongue around it.

When his balls were nice and wet, and he still wasn’t hard, I licked my way up to the tip of his cock and then put his head in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. He sighed heavily and I felt it twitch again. I moved further down taking more and more into my mouth until it was all inside and I was able to lick his balls at the base of his cock. I moved up and down sucking and rolling my tongue around as I did to try to get him hard. After a while he started to grow a bit, which gave him considerable length but was still only semi-hard at best.

I asked Harold if he minded if I got undressed. He shook his head. I stripped down in front of him bağdat caddesi ucuz escort until I was totally naked. I turned around and showed him my bum, as he had said that he liked my bum on my online profile. I asked if he liked the real thing. He nodded. I reached down and grabbed his hands, and holding onto them while I turned away from him I placed them firmly on my ass cheeks, inviting him to play. At first he just held them still, unsure of what to do next. But eventually I felt him squeeze both hands and start to move them around. He stroked my ass from the bottom to the top and back down again a few times. I pushed my bum out towards him, encouraging him to spread my cheeks and expose my hole. He stroked closer and closer to my hole but repeatedly stopped just short of it. Eventually impatience got the better of me and reached back to take his fingers and place them on my boi pussy.

He took the instruction well, and rotated his finger around my hole, gently caressing it. I bent forward a little, giving him more access, and dropping a hint of what I wanted next. I felt his finger settle on the hole and then he pushed forward. I moaned as his finger slipped easily in. And although he hadn’t used any lube, David’s large cock had made it comfortable for fingers to enter without assistance. He slowly finger fucked me and I enjoyed the feeling, as well as knowing now that he was enjoying himself.

This was confirmed when I bent further forward and looked back through my legs to see Harold’s cock standing firmly to attention. And. It. Was. Big! Probably over 9 inches long, perfectly straight, and pretty thick too. He was stroking it with his spare hand while he fingered me.

I wanted it now. So I stepped forward away from his hand returned to my knees to worship it. I put his bulging head back into my mouth and felt it swell as he tensed and tasted pre-cum immediately. I sucked as deep as I could, but it wasn’t that far now that he was at full length. I licked him up and down from balls to tip a few times for good measure and then reached down to my trousers that were beneath my knees to pull out the lube from the pocket.

I squeezed some onto the tip of his now rock-hard cock and stroked it all the way down, and then I stood up and put some onto my hand, which I rubbed around and into my ass hole. I told him we didn’t have to do this if he wasn’t sure. He said he was sure while stroking his big cock.

I turned away and backed into where he sat on the sofa. His legs were spread wide and mine went inside them. I put my hands on his thighs and lowered my down until I felt his cock bağdat caddesi yabancı escort touch my bum. I reached around and moved it into position against my hole. I was desperate to feel him inside my, so I didn’t waste any time. I pushed down against it, and felt the head slip inside. I kept pushing, feeling that slightly painful stretch that I’d grown to love. Harold grunted and placed a hand on my shoulder and started pushing down. He was obviously enjoying himself. I didn’t resist and pushed downwards, feel more and more full as his length went inside. It was only when it got to the last inch or so that it felt really painful. But I persevered and sat all the way down on him.

When I was at the bottom, it felt like I could feel him in my chest. I savoured the feeling for a second before starting to slide back up. This got another grunt out of him. I went back up almost to the tip and then sat back down, quicker this time. I slid back up slowly again, and sat back down quicker again, and then again and again and again. I was loosening up for him nicely and started to really work hard and faster shortening the range of movement to make sure he didn’t blow his load too quick.

After a few minutes my legs were aching from maintaining a standing squat position. So I lifted myself off his hard length and enjoyed the gaping sensation as I turned around and climbed on to the sofa, placing my feet either side of his hips and lowering myself down towards his cock. I braced myself for his entry and relaxed my hole to let it slide in smoothly. I sat all the way down, and it was only at the bottom I realised that this position would allow him to go even deeper inside and I felt the stretching pain again as my ass adjusted to the final centimeters.

I rode him again, and he helped me by grabbing my ass cheeks to lift me up and down. Before too long he began to breath more heavily, and I told him to tell me when he was going to cum as I wanted it in my mouth. Either it was a total coincidence, or me telling him that I wanted to eat his cum aroused him to the point of explosion, because he pretty much immediately shouted “now!”

I quickly slid off his big cock and jumped down to the floor in front of him. But I wasn’t quite quick enough, because just as I grabbed his massive hard cock and was moving my face in to put it in my mouth, he grunted loud and squirted once across my face and hair. I managed to get my mouth over it for the second, third and fourth squirts, which were lovely and warm and went straight down my throat. I stroked hard and sucked to get the remaining cum to seep out and into my mouth.

I carried on sucking until he went soft in my mouth, and then asked if I could use his bathroom to clean the cum out of my hair. When I came out of the bathroom Harold was dressed. He watched me get dressed and I told him I needed to get going. He thanked me for coming. I gave him an awkward kiss on the cheek and he let me out. We continued to chat online, but unfortunately didn’t meet up again.

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My Life with Marin Ch. 01

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Please note that what follows includes depictions of activities from an extreme Japanese fetish film, specifically a vomit scene. If this doesn’t sound good to you, you might want to read a different story.

***

Peter dropped me off at the porn studio near Little Tokyo. He was on the way to the Getty Museum to check out some art for the afternoon. We’d meet up later at the hotel and go out for a final dinner. Our LA vacation was coming to an end, and we’d be flying back to New York the next morning.

I was meeting with Marin Izumi, a director and producer of hardcore Japanese fetish films. None of them were released in the US, as Japanese obscenity laws required genitals to be pixelated, which didn’t play well over here.

?This is all just a long way to saw that I’d shot with her the day before. (See my story American Whore.) She’d invited me back today to look at a rough cut of some of the scenes. She wanted to me to shoot with her again, but I didn’t have the time.

I also had a crush on her. She was very cute, with a strong, forceful personality. I wanted to see her one more time before heading back to New York.

I took the elevator up to the studio and walked in. The pixie-ish receptionist led me to back to where Marin and her team were working in front of a large monitor.

I note that the receptionist had spat in my mouth the day before, and I had swallowed it. In fact, everyone in the office had spat on me. Marin worked on very extreme films.

They were working on my gero scene, which involved being throat-fucked so hard I vomited. Repeatedly. But I had a Hitachi strapped to my clit, so I ending up cumming, too. It was a filthy, degrading scene. Marin loved it.

Marin was discussing with the editor (another woman!) how to edit part of the scene. The two cameramen sat behind them, watching them work.

I didn’t understand what they were saying — they were speaking in Japanese — so I just watched the video. I was nude and kneeling on the grounds. I was tied to a thick wooden post, and my arms were tied behind me in strappado. I’d already been face-fucked by one guy, and had thrown up all over myself. Now a second guy was working over my face, and I was vomiting with his cock still down my throat.

Marin was gesticulating at the screen and speaking with her editor.

“Can I ask what you’re saying?” I asked.

Marin turned around to look at me, while her editor made changes to the video.

“This a key part of the scene, and I want to make sure we get it right,” she said. “There’s a moment when you vomit, but the cock in your mouth blocks its flow. So vomit comes out of the sides of your mouth, around the cock. It comes out quite forcefully. Your eyes bulge and water. Then the cock comes out, but there’s still a lot of vomit in your mouth. You swallow it, and then there’s this wonderful look on your face. You realize you’re eating your own vomit. You look humiliated.”

Marin was very serous about her porn. I respected that, I think.

Marin continued to give notes as we watched the rest of the scene. They saw me degrade myself, and cum doing so.

The scene ended, and Marin said it was time for lunch. I wasn’t sure I could eat.

She wanted to take me to a noodle shop a couple of blocks from the studio. When we got downstairs, she put her arm around me and we walked down the street together.

“So are you going to let me shoot you again?” she asked. “Have you had time to think?”

“About that. I can’t. I’m leaving for New York tomorrow,” I said. “I think my porn career is drawing to a close.”

“Is it your boyfriend?” she asked.

“Who? Peter?” I said. “He’s not my boyfriend. We’re more like fuck buddies. I mean, he’s a great guy, but we’re not romantically involved.”

“Girlfriend?”

“None,” I said. “Just living in the moment, I guess.”

“Hmmm,” she said.

We’d arrived at the noodle shop. We sat down, and Marin ordered for the two of us.

“So how did you get into porn?” I asked.

“Well, I always liked sex, and I loved being naked,” she said. “I grew up outside Kagoshima, a city on the island of Kyushu. It’s pretty much the southern most point of Japan, so it’s very warm. That gave us a lot of opportunities for swimming naked, which I love. And I loved how the boys would look at me, and the girls, too. I just hated having to put on my clothes again.”

I knew the feeling.

“Anyways, in the fall of my senior year of high school, my class made a trip to Tokyo. I was walking around Akihabara when I was approached by this man. He said I was very cute and he asked if he could pay me to ‘model’ for him. Then I told him he I wasn’t going to be eighteen for another month, and he gave me his card instead. He said to contact him if I wanted to model then.”

“I thought about his offer a lot, and I decided to do it. So on my eighteenth birthday, the very first thing I did that morning was email him and ask if he was still interested in taking photos of me. He emailed me back with his phone number, and bağdat caddesi escort I called him during lunch.”

“Looking back on it, it was kind of crazy. I was at school, but I was talking to a stranger about taking my clothes off for money. Then he asked if would consider being naked in a movie, and I said yes. And then he asked if I would have sex in the movie, and I told him yes again.”

“He made plans for me to come to Tokyo that week-end. I told my parents that some friends and I were going to stay at a friend’s house in the country, but instead I went to the airport and flew to Tokyo. The man met me at the airport and took me to a hotel. He started taking photos of me with my clothes on, and then he asked me to take my clothes off.”

“I was so excited I nearly ripped my clothes off. I loved standing in front of him naked! I loved how he inspected my body. I loved that he found me attractive.”

“Then he had me pose for him on the bed. He told me to squeeze my breasts, to spread my pussy lips. I loved that, too. I loved obeying his instructions, his sexual orders.”

“Then he told me to get in the shower and turn it on. He took more photos, and then he asked me to masturbate. I’d never done that for anyone before, not even my boyfriends. But I made myself cum as he took pictures of me. And I loved that, too.”

“It took less than an hour, and I made about $200.”

Our noodles arrived.

“Then he took me to a gym where they were going to shoot the video. There were eleven other girls there, all very young. We were supposed to be a girl’s volleyball team, and we’d just gotten new coaches. We played some volleyball, and were told to be awful.”

“Then the coaches told us we would play better if we took off out tops. So we all removed our shirts, and we started playing better. Then they said we’d play even better if we were completely nude! So we took off our shorts as well, and we played real well.”

Marin ate some noodles.

“Japanese porn is like that. Sometimes its very hard, very violent. And sometimes it’s silly and sweet.”

She ate some more.

“So, since we were playing so much better, we needed to thank our coaches. Six girls were assigned to one coach, and were told to give him a hand job. I was assigned to the group that gave another coach a blow job. And, at the end, all twelve us fucked the head coach.”

“All twelve?” I asked.

“Yup,” she said. “Another thing that’s popular in Japanese porn. The male actor lies on his back, and a bunch of girls ride him until they cum. The scene is shot in POV. And then they all suck and jerk him off, and fight to get a taste of his cum.”

“I did another movie the next morning. Six girls, I think, and we all had to wear glasses. And when the guys came, they came on the glasses and we licked it up.”

“I flew back to Kagoshima that afternoon. I had about $1200 in my pocket, which was more than my father made in a week. And I got to have a bunch of orgasms to boot!”

“I was hooked. I made monthly trips to Tokyo for the rest of the school year, shooting porn, I saved my money, because I knew that’s where I wanted to live after I graduated. And I was having fun.”

“The first video came out in February, and in March someone in my school got a copy. So now everyone in my high school knew I was shooting porn. Boys were coming up to me in the hallway and complimenting me and asking if they could take my picture.”

“I started to make money on the side. I’d masturbate for boys, and they’d jerk off in front of me. I charged about $50, which was a lot for a high school boy. But the best part was when it warmed up and we could go skinny-dipping again. I felt like every eye was on me then. And I loved it.”

“Of course, my parents found out about the videos and talked to me. And I told them of my plans to move to Tokyo. They weren’t happy, but they understood. So the week after my graduation, I moved to Tokyo and started working in porn full-time.”

“That’s my story,” she said. “How’d you get into porn?’

“Um,” I said “Err …. This was my first.”

“What?”

“I did one other porn video, just for fun,” I said. “It’s never gonna be released. But my first real porn — the first one I got paid for — was for you.”

“That was your first scene?”

“Yes.”

“Wow,” she said. “I didn’t know.”

She touched my hand.

“You really are good,” she said.

I turned my hand over, and we held hands. We said nothing for a minute — we just looked at each other.

“Don’t go back to New York,” she said. “Not yet. Stay with me, as long as you want. If you want to do more porn — and I really think you should — we’ll do it. If you don’t, we won’t. But stay with me. I’m not done with you yet.”

She picked up my hand and kissed it.

I was reeling.

I thought I’d had a nice lunch with a cute girl, and that would be it. But now Marin was asking me to stay and … be her girlfriend? I liked her — I had a crush on her — but could I date a bağdat caddesi olgun escort porn star? I knew I’d end up making more movies with her, and that would make me a porn star, too. Not some girl who did a simple one-off to see how far I could go. This would be a career change, a life change.

“This is sudden,” I said.

“I know,” she said.

“I need to think about this,” I said.

“I understand.”

We finished our lunch and walked outside. She put her arms around me.

“I’ll respect your decision, whatever it is,” Marin said. “But I think you’re extraordinary, and I think we would be extraordinary together. There. I said it.”

“I really like you, Marin,” I said. “But this is happening so fast.”

“Call me later,” she said. “Let me know what you decide.”

We kissed.

“I will,” I said.

I took a cab back to Venice. Peter wasn’t back yet, so I headed off to the beach to get my head together. When I got back to the hotel, Peter was there. We talked.

Peter and I were never boyfriend and girlfriend. And we were cool with fucking other people. But the relationship I’d had with him was among the most intimate of my life.

But I thought that what I felt for Marin was real. This was a girl I could fall in love with — that I was falling in love. And what did it matter if she directed porn movies? I’d masturbated to hundreds of pornos, maybe more.

And if my parents wouldn’t know, and if I could support myself, then why not do something I really loved — have sex?

“You should stay,” said Peter.

He knew.

“I want us to have a farewell,” I said. “And I want Marin to be a part of it.”

I called Marin.

“It’s Kathi,” I said. “I want to be with you tonight, and I want Peter to be there, too. I want to do this the right way.”

We packed our bags and checked out of the hotel. We drove to Marin’s place, an apartment in a new building in Hollywood. She met us at the door wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

I went in first, and hugged her. Then Peter came in, and Marin hugged him, too.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she told him.

We dropped our bags and stood in Marin’s living room. Without speaking, she removed her clothes. We did the same. She reached out and took our hands in hers. I took Peter’s hand in mine.

Still, no one spoke.

“You should kiss,” said Peter.

So we did. Then Marin broke off our embrace, and led Peter and me by the hand to her bed. She put me in the center, with Peter and her on either side. We kissed some more, and then I reached behind me to grab Peter’s cock. Not to stroke it, but to hold it, and feel its warmth.

Then Marin moved kissed down my body to my pussy. She got off the bed and repositioned herself between my legs. She ate my pussy and fingered me as Peter and I kissed. I put my arms around him, and I came.

Marin and I switched positions and she got down on the bed. She kissed Peter. I spread her labia and began nibbling on her clit, looking up from time to time to watch Marin and Peter make out. Marin grabbed his cock and stroked it.

They were having fun. I liked that.

I fingered her, and she came in Peter’s arms.

It was Peter’s turn for some head, but Marin wrestled him on top of her.?

“Please fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me now.”

I crawled up on the bed, and watched my old lover fuck my new lover. I played with myself, enjoying the show. Peter pounded away at her and I saw her cum. Peter was close to cumming, too.

Marin scooted up and made room for me on the bed. I reclined onto her chest, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I spread my legs, and Peter entered me. He leaned down and kissed me, and then he kissed Marin.

I felt good.

I came, and so did Peter, all over my breasts. Marin fed me some, fed Peter some and ate some herself. It was like some kind of sacrament.

I slept wonderfully that night, nestled in between Marin and Peter. When morning came, Peter hit the shower and Marin made him some coffee for his drive to the airport.

“Thank you for everything,” I told him. “I’m so glad I met you.”

“Thank you,” he said, hugging me. “Send me copies of your movies, so you can continue to make me cum.”

“I will. And I don’t think we’re done fucking forever. I think we’ll hook up in the future.”

“I hope so.”

I gave Peter a kiss, and he left. Marin and I got ready for work.

I told her that if I was going to stay with her, I wanted to help out as a production assistant or something like that. So when we got to the studio, I decided I’d put my experience selling sex toys to work by organizing their prop department.

Which was entirely stupid. All the toys were in wicker baskets by type — wand vibrators, bullet vibes. small, medium, large and huge dildos. Double-headed dildos. Butt plugs Nipple clamps. Handcuffs. Ankle cuffs. Bondage tape. Plus all the hemp rope.

?And everything was immaculate.

So instead, I found a spare bağdat caddesi sarışın escort computer and cruised the web.

My life as a porn star was not taking a glamorous turn.

After lunch, though, the female talent showed up for her scene. It was going to be interracial, with this tiny little Japanese girl — not even five feet tall — would be facing off against two black cocks. And not only was she tiny — she looked very young. No ass, tiny breasts. Only a slight curve to her hips suggested she was a woman.

“How old is the girl?” I asked Marin.

“Uta? She turns 19 in a couple of months, I think.”

“She looks so young.”

“She’s a Lolita star — a girl who looks very, very young,” said Marin. “It’s a a huge fetish in Japan.”

“Has she had much sex?”

“Some, but mostly since she entered the industry. She’s learning fast.”?

“Has she ever fucked a black guy?”

“She’s only fucked Japanese guys, so no. She’s in for a surprise. Wait ’til you see the male talent.”

Uta showered — there’s an open shower room against one wall of the studio — and headed off to hair and makeup. Then the black guys arrived — Joshua and Rico. An impromptu divider was set up around Uta so she wouldn’t she them naked until the filming started.

And I saw why when then showered. Flaccid, they were bigger than Peter was hard. And while I suspected they wouldn’t get that much bigger when erect, they were still some big fucking dicks.

“Is she going to do anal?” I asked.

“No, no, no,” said Marin. “She’s never done anal in her life. Vaginal sex will be tough enough for her.”

The guys toweled off and Marin led them to the set. It was simple — just a large futon behind which hung a sheet. Behind the sheet were lights, and the idea was that Uta’s first look at the cocks would be in silhouette on the sheet.

Marin waived me over.

“This is Kathi, my girlfriend,” she said. “She can help you get hard.’

“Excuse me?” I said.

“They need to be hard for the opening scene, so blow them.”

She walked over to me and grabbed my hair.

“Whenever I tell you to put a cock in your mouth, you do it. Understand?”

This was Marin’s domme-side coming through. She could be sweet or mean, and I liked that.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“Open your mouth.”

I did, and she spat in it. I swallowed.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “It won’t happen again.”

And she let go of my hair.

I walked over to Rico and Joshua.

“My name is Kathi, and my girlfriend would like me to suck your cocks. Would you like me to take my clothes off first?”

They didn’t saw anything. They just started ripping my clothes off. My t-shirt came off, then my shorts. They fumbled with my bra, but soon it fell to the floor. I reached for my panties, but they beat me to the punch. I stepped out of them, once again gloriously nude.

I kissed Rico, then Joshua, and then sank to my knees. I had to work to do.

I put Rico’s cock in my mouth, then Joshua’s. I just wanted to get them wet, and get a sense of how big their cocks really were. They weren’t hard yet, but they already filled my mouth.

Then I started in on Rico in earnest. I nuzzled his ball sac, licking it with my tongue. Then I licked up the underside of the shaft, lingering on the sensitive spot right before the head. I moved onto the head, and tongue-fucked his urethra. I felt his cock begin to swell.

Then I repeated my actions on Joshua’s cock, but I kept a hand on Rico’s. I needed it be hard. I looked up at Joshua, then at Rico.

“Do you like what I look like with a cock in my mouth?”

“Shit, yes,” said Rico. “You look like a girl who loves some cock.”

“I do love cock,” I said. “Would you like to gag me with yours?”

“I love it when girls gag,” said Joshua.

He was nearly full hard by this time. When I put his cock back in mouth, I realized I was going to have a problem. I’d become proficient at deep-throating, but it now felt like I was putting a Coke can in my mouth. I took it out to get a better look.

It was huge. It was at least two inches bigger than Peter’s maybe three. That would make it nine or ten inches long. It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

When I worked at Babeland, the largest dildo we sold, the Outlaw, was 8.5″ by 2″, and it felt huge. To be honest, I wasn’t much of a fan — it was just too big. And now I was staring at something even bigger.

I put Joshua’s cock back in my mouth and guided it to my throat. I wanted to hit my gag reflex and cough up some thick saliva to use as lube. When I gagged, Joshua smiled at me and put his hands on my head. He took three short strokes with his cock, and then tried to force it into my throat. I opened my throat as far as it would go, but I couldn’t get all the head in.

I convulsed, and Joshua let me come up for air. Saliva fell out of my mouth, landing on my tits and legs. I was getting messy now.

I looked up at Joshua, and he had a glint of evil in his eyes.

“Back down, baby girl,” he said. “You ain’t even halfway there yet.”

I opened my mouth, and the cock went in. Five short strokes, and Joshua pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I opened my throat, and the head went in. But I couldn’t get it any further in. I felt there was a log in my throat. I panicked, and put my hands on Joshua’s — I wanted him off.

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Study Experience Ch. 02

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Graduation

I woke with a thumbing headache, after the celebration party we had to mark our graduation from nursing school. I looked under the sheet and saw that I was wearing only my panties. I then heard ‘Thump thump thump’. I knew the sound. Every morning Jessica would get up and go for a run, and I would get up, put on my robe, and go downstairs and make myself a coffee. But, being my lazy self, I would sleep in well after sunrise and sip my coffee by myself waiting for her to return.

“Hi” said Jessica as she bounced through the door, still perspiring from the jog.

“Morning.’ I replied, a small smile playing along my lips.

Jessica reached for the towel at her waist and wiped her forehead. “I’m just going to jump into the shower…you’re welcome to join me” she said with a wink, and ran upstairs giggling.

I watched my friend as she disappeared from view, laughing silently to herself. ‘She still amazes me! Not once has she forgotten to ask me if I wanted to join her, not once!’ Well she had another thing coming for her today, I thought as I slowly rose from the chair, making my decent up the stairs to the bathroom where Jessica showered. I could hear the running water and Jessica singing softly to her through the door. I opened the door silently and crept into the huge bathroom. A steamy haven filled the room and I slipped out of my robe and opened the shower door.

“Holy shit! Oh, fucking oath woman, I dare you to scare me even more.” Jessica cried. She giggled, a girlish noise making me smile, pleased with my self that I successfully scared the shit out of her.

“Oh don’t you want me here anymore? Fine I’ll just go on my way…” I trailed off mockingly.

“No! Wait!” Jessica said as she grabbed my arm, “of course I want you to stay babe, I’ve been wanting you to join me”. She lent forward and kissed me, making love to my lips, She felt me shiver and smiled in the kiss. I kissed her back passionately, forcefully. She moved her way down my neck, each kiss lingering until she found the crevice just above my breasts. She could hear my breathing increase as she worked her way down, her hands went to work on my tits, squeezing and pinching my stiff nipples. Her mouth found a nipple and flicked her tongue over it making me gasp.

“Shit woman!” she grabbed Jessica’s head and pulled her face up to hers where she kissed her roughly, their tongues playing.

Jessica broke the kiss and turned me around so I was standing behind her. She slowly made her way down my neck and back kissing playfully and sending tingles down my spine. She reached her hands around and started pinching my nipples. I grabbed Jessica’s hands and started rubbing them into my breasts. “Mmmmmm fuck I’m hot right now.”

“You’re not the only one”, Jessica replied and with that she turned me back around again kissing me. She started to make her way down my tummy to my navel. She tickled the area with her tongue, making me giggle, “Stop it!” I gasped.

Jessica slipped her tongue down further in between my thighs where she started kissing and tonguing the very edges of my cunt. She grabbed my arse and pulled my body towards her face. She slipped her tongue into my slit playfully, and then pulled it back out again. “Fuck!” I gasped; her face was a mask of pleasure.

Her tongue returned to my slit as she licked up all of my juices, sliding her tongue up and down. She pushed her tongue inside me, and I grabbed her head, pulling her hair. ataşehir ucuz escort My knees were beginning to buckle; Jessica laid me down on the shower floor and went back to work. The hot water sprayed onto us, making us even hotter. Jessica slid a finger inside my wet cunt and started pumping it in and out.

She slipped a second finger in and started pumping harder, as she did, her tongue found my clit and licked it, sucking it up into her mouth, I moaned. She sucked my clit into her mouth hard, never letting go. She kept pumping her fingers in and out of my cunt, rubbing against that spot so many men forget.

Jessica held onto my clit and felt the inner walls of my pussy begin to tighten around her fingers. She sucked hard and bit my clit ever so slightly.

“Fuck me! Don’t stop,” I moaned as an intense orgasm waved over me. Jessica never stopped sucking on my clit until the orgasm passed. I shook and groaned until the final wave passed, and then pulled Jessica up and I kissed her hard pulling her hair as I did.

“Lets move this into the bedroom shall we?” Jessica suggested as she broke the kiss. And with a smile we got up and made our way to my bedroom.

I stopped at the edge of the bed and, still standing, Jessica and I kissed. I pushed Jessica roughly onto the bed then straddled her. Grabbing Jessica’s hands I held them above her head and kissed her hard, biting her lip. We kissed and bit each other playfully for a few minutes until I broke the kiss. I flicked my tongue over Jessica’s neck and began to suck and bite her neck.

“Mmmmmm” Jessica moaned, as she grabbed my head and pushed my mouth further into her neck. Her breathing patterns changed as she went from slow deep breathes, to whispery rasping, to a high pitched quivering gasp. “Uh!” she moaned breathlessly, as I teased her neck more. She clutched a handful of my hair and pulled my face up to hers where she kissed me with a fiery passion full of barely audible gasps and frantic breathes.

My hand made its way down to Jessica’s right breast and I pinched a nipple, softly at first then hard, causing Jessica to gasp and hiss. I smiled to myself and pinched it again. Then I lent my head down and enclosed Jessica’s nipple in my mouth.

Jessica took a sharp intake of breath as I began silently sucking on her sensitive tits. She started running her fingers through my hair lovingly and rolled my head back moaning softly.

I continued to suck on Jessica’s nipple then without warning bit down hard.

Jessica grabbed my hair and pulled hard as she felt my teeth grinding into her nipple. She loved this feeling she couldn’t deny that, both the pain and pleasure mixed together on her nipples drove her wild.

I released Jessica’s nipple and gave it a quick suck before kissing Jessica’s mouth again. I then slowly began to lick, teased and tickled Jessica’s chest with my tongue. My hands explored the naked body below me, and I tiptoed my fingers over Jessica’s tummy towards her back until Jessica retracted with a gasp.

I heard her giggle lightly, girlishly, and went back to work. I continued teasing and caressing Jessica’s body all the way to the edges of her breasts where Jessica moaned loudly and squirmed with pleasure beneath my touch.

I moved my hands downwards towards the centre point of Jessica’s pleasure and began to slide my fingers up and down Jessica’s soaking slit.

Jessica began to quiver ataşehir yabancı escort and her breathing came in great erratic rasps.

My fingers continued to slid up and down her slit and I slipped a single finger inside and started to thrust rhythmically she wriggled herself downwards and let my tongue slip over Jessica’s clit.

” Mmmmmm, Fuck Me” Jessica moaned, as I slipped another two fingers deep inside her. “Uh uh Uh!” she gasped as I slipped a forth finger in and started thrusting hard into her. She rocked her body back and forth meeting every thrust with equal force to that of my own.

Jessica’s breathing began to quiver as she gasped and moaned uncontrollably. I slipped a finger into her mouth to quieten her but she bit it and kept moaning. I bent my head to Jessica’s face and began to kiss her forcefully and I pulled my fingers out of Jessica suddenly, much to Jessica’s obviously disgust, I heard a whimper escape her lips.

She grabbed Jessica’s hands and held them above her head, and then she replaced her fingers with her knee and began to rub it against Jessica’s wet cunt. She released Jessica’s hands. “Don’t mover them!” she warned with a powerful grind against Jessica’s clit with her knee. And she then made her way down back to Jessica’s tits.

She kissed them lightly and massaged them between her fingers then she gripped Jessica’s nipples tightly and squeezed.

“Oh fuck me yes!!” Jessica cried.

She humped herself upwards into me. I bent down and bit Jessica’s nipple driving her wild. She shook uncontrollably beneath the touch moaning all the while. My fingers silently crept down to Jessica’s cunt where I thrust all four fingers into her violently. Driving Jessica even wilder than what she already was, she screamed quietly.

“Oh fuck me yes!! Uh uh…Mmmmmm!” Jessica gasped. “Mmmmmm, I’m c-cumming!” She cried. Her whole body tensed with the intensity of the orgasm that hit her and she shook uncontrollably. The final wave died down slowly putting her into a drowsy state.

After collapsing onto Jessica after her little episode, I awoke to a pleasant feeling. I moaned sleepily and looked down to find Jessica greedily eating out my wet cunt. I felt two fingers slip inside me and moaned, louder this time. I hissed under my breath as Jessica’s tongue found my clit and began to rub and massage her own nipples.

Jessica plunged a third finger inside me and began to flick her tongue persistently over my clit. I began to shake slightly under the touch and began to run my fingers through Jessica’s hair. I got closer and closer to a climax. Then Jessica sat up and pulled her fingers out.

“Good evening, hehehe.” She giggled. She lent down and kissed me. Just a soft kiss at first, then a deeper more fervent kiss. She wrapped her arms around her lover in an affectionate embrace and kissed her deeply again. We continued kissing playfully, our tongues duelling lovingly and teeth playfully biting each other’s lip. Jessica broke the kiss first and continued to kiss her way down my neck where she sucked slightly on my flesh. As she was doing this I whispered, her hands went down my tummy around to my sides and tickled me.

“Hehe don’t!” I breathed, as I pushed Jessica’s hands from my sides. I began to kiss and bite Jessica’s neck heightening my pleasure and causing her to growl softly in her throat.

Completely giving into the sensation Jessica relaxed her body ataşehir escort bayan on me and playfully toyed with my hair. She felt her way down my body to my cunt where she rubbed it up and down of my slit before finding the nub of my clit and rubbing it hard.

The electricity of the touch shot through my body and as my breathing increased, I sucked harder on Jessica’s neck. This in turn provoked Jessica into driving two of her wet fingers into my hot cunt where she started eagerly pumping her fingers in and out.

Finally releasing Jessica’s neck, I came up and started kissing Jessica forcefully trying to get more and more of this feeling inside of my. She rocked my body and grabbed Jessica’s head putting more force on the kiss. I broke the kiss suddenly and moaned “Mmmmmm” rolling my head back. She continued to hump my body into Jessica’s hand and, without hesitation, slipped two of her own fingers under Jessica’s abdomen and started furiously finger fucking Jessica’s soaking cunt.

Jessica moaned loudly and lent down and kissed me, a moan quivering in my throat. Suddenly I was on top, straddling Jessica, my fingers still pumping and Jessica’s still in mine. I arched my body back and gasped rocking myself back and forth over Jessica’s hand. Another moan escaped my lips as Jessica’s other hand began to rub and pull on her stiff nipples.

Jessica sat there watching me rock myself back and forth on her hand and wanted her, I wanted to taste the sweetness of her cunt as I felt the heat of her insides on my fingers. In one swift movement Jessica removed her hands from my cunt, slid her body under mine further and manoeuvred herself so that I was straddling her face. She began to flick her tongue along my slit and, loving the sweet taste, started eating me in earnestly.

I started to move my body rhythmically over Jessica’s face. ” Hang on a tic woman! I want some of you too!” and with that she sat up and turned herself around so that she could lean down and lick Jessica out as I was being eaten out, creating an almost perfect ’69’ position.

Jessica growled and moaned loudly into my cunt as she felt my mouth make contact with hers, creating vibrations that only made me eat her more with more earnest. We continued like this for several minutes, moaning into each others soaking cunts until Jessica slipped two fingers into my pussy and placed her thumb firmly on my clit.

My head shot up and she gasped loudly, which was followed by a loud moan then I started rocking my body harder on Jessica’s face. I continued to hump Jessica’s face harder and harder then I slipped all four of my fingers deep inside Jessica’s love tunnel and started viciously fucking Jessica with my hand. Jessica’s whole body jolted at the touch and I felt her moan into my cunt. We both began to shake and quiver violently under each other’s touch until I felt the onset of an orgasm hit me.

“O Fuck Yes!” I cried as wave after wave of earth shattering pleasure jolted through pelvis. As my orgasm hit me, I began to pump my fingers harder and faster into Jessica, driving her over the edge, I felt her orgasm on my fingers and lent my head down and flicked my tongue over Jessica’s now very sensitive clit.

“Ah Fuck!” Jessica screamed, as the intensity of the orgasm increased. She humped her body upwards into my eager mouth and collapsed still shaking under me.

As we relaxed, I shakily rolled off Jessica and came back up to lie on top of her. I looked into Jessica’s eyes and lent down to kiss her gently. As we broke our embrace, I laid my head down on Jessica’s chest where I listened to the steady beat of her heart. As I drifted off to sleep in Jessica’s arms, Jessica kissed my head and sighed ‘I love you’ into my ear before nodding off into a deep sleep herself.

The End

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