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Girlfriend’s Away Pt. 04

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Not surprisingly, I saw neither Sean nor Sara on the Thursday after Sara shaved me. But we actually had plans on Friday. My girlfriend Rachel had been away for about two weeks in Europe with her family, and even before she left I’d made plans to take this Friday off. Just because Rachel had two weeks off and I decided I deserved to take at least one day off also during her vacation.

Sean and Sara were also ready for a day off. Their summer-semester classes started the following Monday, but they had been working during the past few weeks on something called “symposium.” I never took that in college. I just went to classes (except when I didn’t) and took the tests. There were some research papers along the way too, I guess. But whatever.

So on Friday Sean and Sara and I drove about an hour to a state park north of town and went hiking. It was a really pretty park, with lots of great views overlooking the lake, and beautiful trails through woods and plains. But in the back of all of our minds, we knew what was waiting at the end of the day. Sex.

As a result, the day was filled with a plethora of adolescent remarks. Several tree trunks were commented on as resembling erect cocks; hollowed out sections of trees were vaginas; and distant hills certainly resembled breasts (although Sara did try to convince us that two distant hills that were particularly close to each other resembled the contours of two butt cheeks — she did not specify gender).

It was a hot and humid day and we all sweated a lot. The air conditioning in Sean’s car cooled and dried us off on the ride home, but that didn’t matter. There was a seeming consensus, mentioned multiple times during the day, that, when we got home, we would be showering. Together.

So, of course, when we got back to Sean’s and my apartment at about 9:00 that night, we kicked off our shoes and socks and all headed straight to the bathroom. By this point in our very unusual relationship, Sean and I had come to accept Sara as the leader in these erotic games, so we both stood still and waited for her to give some indication as to how the undressing was to occur. Would we be taking each other’s clothes off? Or our own? Or a combination?

Sara turned and looked at Sean and I, who were standing side-by-side facing the tub. Sara was between the tub and us, smiling. She then simply raised her arms until they were pointing straight at the ceiling, and Sean and I somehow knew what to do.

Sean lifted the bottom of Tara’s faded black t-shirt and pulled it off, revealing a grey sports bra that did not conceal the erect state of her nipples. She kept her arms in the air and I removed her bra just like Sean had removed her t-shirt. Sara’s perky breasts seemed to smile at their newly found freedom. Or maybe I’m just projecting Sara’s smiling face to her breasts (quite likely).

Sara lowered her arms so they were at her sides pointing at about a 45 degree angle towards the ground and simply looked at the waist band of her tan shorts. Sean and I needed no further instruction.

Sean reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped her fly and pushed the shorts down past her hips and ass until they could fall to the floor on their own. As they fell, Sara pulled Sean close to her and kissed him deeply. Sara was now clad only in a pair of pink cotton panties, and I could see a definite damp spot on the crotch.

As Sara and Sean kissed, I stepped behind Sara and began lowering her panties. I pushed them all the way to the floor, running my right hand over her bare muff as I knelt to the floor, permitting her to step out of both the panties and her shorts.

Sara and Sean continued to kiss as I stood up behind Sara, running my hands up the sides of her legs and across her warm, soft butt cheeks as I did so. I could smell the sweat in Sara’s hair as I ran my hands over Sean’s (which were on her hips) and up her rib cage.

Then suddenly Sara broke her kiss with Sean and said “Okay, everyone stop!”

Sean and I stopped, of course. Sara was standing completely naked between the two of us, who were both still wearing our shorts and sweaty t-shirts. Before we could ask what the matter was, Sara said, “You guys have too many clothes on, but I like the position I’m in with one of you on each side of me. I want each of you to grab the bottoms of each other’s t-shirts, and when I say so, I want you to take them off of each other in unison.”

Seemed easy enough to me, as long as the naked girl stayed between us. So I reached one arm around each side of her and grabbed hold with both hands of the bottom of Sean’s white BoDeans concert t-shirt (remember, this was the early 90s). Sean did likewise and grabbed hold of my grey Reebok Pumps t-shirt. Sara then said, “Okay, now!” and Sean and I raised our arms and removed each other’s t-shirts in unison with naked Sara in the middle of us.

Sara laughed and said, “That was cool!” As I instinctively began to put my hands on Sara’s breasts from behind her, she continued, “But you’re not done yet. Same thing again, but with your shorts. And Anadolu Yakası Escort boxers. Same time.”

Ever obedient, I reached around and unbuttoned Sean’s shorts, lowered the zipper, then placed my fingers inside the front of his shorts, making sure they were inside his boxers as well. I was aware of two physical phenomena at this point. First, my hard cock straining against the front of my shorts, which were pressed up against Sara’s naked ass. Second, the backs of my fingers against the top of Sean’s shaved pubic area. It felt warm from his body heat after a long day of exercise, and I could also feel the contours along either side of his pubic area where his torso turned into his legs and package.

Sean also reached around Sara and undid my shorts. He had a little difficulty because I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my cock up against Sara’s ass, but soon his thumbs were inside the sides of my shorts and boxers and ready to go.

“You guys ready?” Sara asked, more as a confirmation than a question, “Okay, one, two, three… go!”

As I proceeded to lower Sean’s shorts and boxers, I had the good sense to first raise them slightly and pull them towards me in order to get past his cock, which I knew by now would be erect. Sean did not have the same foresight. As a result, my cock ended up poking through the fly of my boxers, causing Sean fall forward when my boxers got caught up on the base of my cock. Meanwhile, because if this predicament, I was only able to get Sean’s shorts and boxers about as far as his knees.

Sara giggled, assessed the situation, and said, “What am I going to do with you guys? Can’t even execute a simple mutual disrobement!”

She stepped out from between us, and Sean and I stood up straight. His shorts and boxers were still at his knees, and mine were not even past my butt.

“Mike, finish lowering Sean’s remaining clothing,” Sara said to me in a mock stern tone, like a high school teacher (and boy, was I familiar with THAT tone).

I simply reached out my left foot, placed it between Sean’s knees, and lowered his shorts and boxers to the floor by pressing downward.

“Well, that could’ve been more interesting, but I’ll give you points for efficiency,” said Sara. “Now, Sean, finish your assigned task.”

Because my garments were caught up on my cock, Sean could not employ the same technique that I had. So, Sean dutifully stepped forward, put his hands on the hips of my shorts and attempted to lift them up over my hard cock. But because of the angle at which my cock was pointed, and the limited stretchiness of the waistband of my boxers, he was unable to get my boxers out over my cock, although my shorts did fall to the floor.

So, in a maneuver again showing a lack of foresight, he attempted to simply pull the boxers down with my cock still protruding through the fly.

“Ow!” I exclaimed as the boxers pulled my erect cock down horizontal with the floor before I pulled away. “My cock doesn’t bend like that! You should know that. Here, I’ll just do it myself,” I said as I pulled up my boxers.

“No, no, no,” interrupted Sara. “I gave Sean an assignment, he has to finish it himself. You’ve got a problem, Sean. You and I are naked, but this can’t go any further until Mike is also naked. How are you going to make that happen?”

Sean looked at my cock sticking through my fly, then back to Sara, then back to my cock. Sara stepped up next to Sean, put her right hand around his right shoulder and began rubbing his chest with her left hand, saying “It appears to me, the only way to get his boxers past his cock, is to press his cock up against his body with one hand, and then lift the boxers up over his cock with the other.”

Sean looked at Sara’s face, and she assured him, “Believe me. I’ve been in this situation before. That’s the only way to do it.”

Sean looked at me as if to ask if this was okay. I just gave a slight shrug. I knew Sara was right.

Sean stepped forward and with his left hand he took my cock between his thumb and pointy finger and middle finger and pressed it up against my torso. With his right hand, he pulled my boxers upwards and towards him, then lifted the waistband over my cock, freeing it from the fly.

Next he put a thumb in the waistband at both hips and began to lower them. This pair of boxers had a fairly tight waistband (as you have probably noticed) so they needed to be lowered past my knees before they would fall on their own. I watched as Sean bent over to complete his task. His face was just inches from my cock before the boxers would fall on their own, and I was sure I saw Sean intentionally look at my cock when it was so close to his face.

“Excellent job!” said Sara with a smile. She pulled Sean close to her and kissed him saying, “I knew you could do it, baby.”

Then she stepped over to me and kissed me on the lips and said, “Thanks for being so patient. That was a learning moment. But, and don’t take this the wrong way, it’s more apparent now than before that you guys Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan really need a shower.”

She turned the water on, stuck her head in through the shower curtains briefly, then pulled it back out and said “We’re gonna need another bar of soap” and grabbed one from the cabinet under the sink. “Well, get in.”

Sean and I stepped into the shower, Sean standing under the showerhead and me towards the back end of the tub. Sara stepped in between us and handed me a bar of soap before leaning in to kiss Sean while at the same time putting herself in the stream of water.

“Mike, you soap me up while I soap Sean up.”

Sara lathered her bar of soap up between her hands and I reached around her to get my hand wet in the water stream so I could do the same with my bar. She then placed her soap on the side of the tub and began rubbing her soapy hands on Sean’s chest and arms before moving her hands down and lathering up his hard cock.

I copied those motions on her back and arms, also reaching around to soap up (actually I was more interested in just touching) her breasts and tummy. I brought my hands down to her pubic area and rubbed the areas where her legs met her torso, being careful not to get any soap in her vagina.

She then brought her hands up Sean’s sides, prompting him to raise his arms so that she could wash his armpits. So I moved my soapy hands to Sara’s armpits in unison. Her armpits were warm and I could feel a little bit of razor stubble and it turned me on even more. I never knew that a girl’s armpits could be so sexy to touch.

“Okay, turn around” Sara instructed Sean as she picked up the soap again and began lathering it up. I picked up my soap as well and lathered it. Sean placed his hands against the wall and Sara began to soap his back, quickly proceeding to his butt cheeks. I had already covered pretty much all of Sara’s torso, both front and back, so I was just rubbing my soapy hands on her butt cheeks before she got to Sean’s.

I then saw her soapy right hand move in between Sean’s butt cheeks. I. of course, followed suit on her, moving my slippery hand between her butt cheeks. Her crack was smooth and my hands slid easily. I was immensely aware that the side of my right index finger was rubbing gently against her butthole. This was the first time I had ever touched a girl’s butthole and it seemed so taboo. And, of course, it only turned me on more.

“Okay. Sean’s clean, Mike, you’re up,” said Sara.

Sean and I switched places, each of us going around a different side of Sara until I was under the water and Sean was behind Sara. She turned around and backed into me gently.

“Need to rinse off the part Mike paid so much attention to, first,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me with a smile. I looked down and watched as the shower water rinsed the soap lather from her ass and crack, just inches from my cock.

Sara grabbed her soap and began rubbing it between her hands. “Mike already washed me, so Sean you can just watch and touch me however you see fit” she said with a giggle. “Turn around, Mike, I’ll do your back first,” Sara instructed, and I turned and placed my hands on the wall.

Sara’s warm, slick hands began working their way from my shoulders down my back. From the way I had seen her wash Sean, I was pretty sure she was going to put her soapy hand in my butt crack and, in the process, rub my butthole, even if oh so briefly.

I thought back to two days earlier when she had shaved me and ever so quickly touched my butthole with her tongue and how erotic it was. And how she had then inserted a finger into my butthole while giving me a blowjob and how it was the biggest orgasm I’d ever had.

Sure enough, her hands went to my butt cheeks, and the anticipation was excruciating. I looked down between my legs and saw my achingly hard cock looking back at me. It’s hairless appearance was still new to me, but in that moment I remember thinking how I liked how it looked.

Then I felt the side of her soapy right hand slip between my cheeks and I gasped ever so slightly. She moved it up and down, stroking my hole three, maybe four times, and the taboo and my titillation were just as real as two nights before. Then it was over as quickly as it began and I was at once disappointed and relieved.

“Okay, turn around.”

I turned to see Sara again rubbing the soap between her hands. Sean was standing behind her, kissing her right clavicle and caressing her breasts. She bent slightly to set the soap on the side of the tub and said “Raise your arms.”

I did as I was told, but to my surprise her hands went to my cock instead of my armpits. “Can’t forget this part” she said as she leaned in to give me a peck on the lips. She gently caressed my shaved cock and balls while looking me in the eye and smiling. She then took her still soapy hands and rubbed my armpits, still looking me in the eye.

“Almost done,” she said as she reached down again to pick up the soap. But this time, instead Escort Anadolu Yakası of rubbing the soap between her own hands, she took Sean’s hands from her breasts, placed the soap in his hands, and began to move his hands in a lathering motion, each of her hands on the backside of his.

She then took the soap from Sean’s hands, dropped it to the floor of the tub, and said, “Sean, would you do me a favor and wash Mike’s chest?”

Sean reached his hands forward from behind Sara and began to rub my pecs. He moved his hands outward to soap the fronts of my shoulders, and then back to my sternum and down to the bottom of my rib cage. As he did so, his eyes followed what his hands were doing, never looking at my face. As his calloused hands passed across my nipples, I noticed that my nipples were erect, as they were slightly but not uncomfortably scraped by his rough palms. And I noticed that as he was doing this, Sara continued to look at my face while her hands gently caressed her own breasts.

“Okay, that was outstanding. Now Mike, turn around and rinse off.”

I did as instructed, and when I turned back around Sara was already in the process of leaning down and reaching around me with both arms to turn off the water. “Now get out.”

We got out and there were only two towels on the rack, so Sara said, “Don’t go anywhere” and walked into the closet in Sean’s room to get another. Her ass was mesmerizing as usual as she walked away and her smile was nearly as mesmerizing as she walked back.

“One towel per person, face this way” she said as she again positioned herself between Sean and me. Without instruction, we knew that each person was to dry off the person in front of them. Sara was in front of me, so I had the pleasure of drying her and feeling as much of her as I could in doing so. But at the same time, no one was drying me.

“Okay, Sean, get on the other side of Mike. I’ll do his front, you do his back,” Sara said after a minute or so.

So they situated themselves as Sara desired and began drying me. Again, Sara looked me in the eye smiling as he ran the towel through my hair, down my chest and stomach, down my legs, and back up to my cock, which she saved for last. In the meantime, Sean rubbed a towel up and down my back and down to my butt cheeks. It seemed to me that he spent more time on my butt cheeks than was required.

“That’s enough,” declared Sara, throwing her towel over the shower curtain rod, prompting Sean and I to do the same. She then took my right hand in her left and Sean’s left hand in her right and led us into Sean’s bedroom — the locale of all of our escapades.

She grabbed a pillow from the head of Sean’s bed and pulled it towards her, causing it to fall to the floor along with another pillow. She turned around, pushed the extra pillow to her right, and fell to her knees on the other pillow.

“There is absolutely no way that I could not suck both of your cocks at this point, as horny as I am,” she said as she took my cock in her right hand. Sean was standing to my right and she immediately moved her head to his cock, taking it in her mouth as she stroked mine.

She sucked Sean’s cock for about half a minute and I could not help myself from watching her lips run across it as she moved up and down his erection. She then removed Sean’s cock from her mouth and pulled my cock towards her face.

I had to take a quarter step towards her to meet her mouth. She began to suck my cock while now stroking Sean’s. My eyes were focused on her mouth moving up and down my cock as I felt her tongue swirling on the head and frenulum. Her eyes were closed and she made low moaning sounds.

Then she removed my cock from her mouth and pulled Sean by the cock slightly towards her face, causing Sean to take a quarter step towards her. I was focused on her face, her mouth now filled with Sean’s cock, and the low moans coming from her. She was now fondling my balls.

Again after about thirty seconds she took Sean’s cock out of her mouth and pulled my cock towards her mouth. I took a small step to accommodate her. This continued for a couple of minutes until Sean and I were standing so close together that my right upper arm was flush against his left upper arm. At this point Sara didn’t need to move her head at all to get to either of our cocks. She could pull back her head to take one cock out and simply turn her head slightly and lean forward to take in the other.

After a minute or so of this, Sara looked up at us. We were standing close enough together by now that she could look both of us in the eye by just moving her eyes and not her head. She pulled both of our cocks towards her until our heads were less than a half inch apart, and then stuck her tongue out and licked both cock heads at the same time. As she did so, she also pulled both of our cocks towards her, and we both moved our hips forward slightly to meet her pulls.

Sara looked up at us with a devilish grin then, her tongue no longer on out cocks, and pulled us both slightly towards her until our cockheads were touching. This was an entirely new and unexpected experience to me. I had felt every square millimeter of my cock over the years and knew how every square millimeter felt. But feeling my cockhead against Sean’s spongy cockhead (in all fairness, I guess mine was spongy too) was so different and so unexpectedly erotic.

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Thanksgiving Break

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This happened right before my wife, Billie Sue, and I got engaged. We were in college together– going together– seriously involved and very much in love (albeit in an open relationship). Billie Sue decided to throw a party at her parents’ house. I hadn’t initially planned to spend the holiday at her house. I’d just met her folks a couple of weekends earlier and didn’t want to seem pushy. But at the last minute, I decided to go after all. Glad I did– who knows what might have happened if I hadn’t?Anyway, a lot of the “heads” from college who lived in Chicago turned up at the party. Some we didn’t know all that well came with friends we did know. Others brought their friends. All in all, there were about twenty-five or thirty people.The party itself was noisy, crazy, and fun. We were all over the house, but a good bit of it took place in their finished basement. Billie Sue had requisitioned it as her room in her senior year in High School, so there was a wet bar, couches and chairs, a full bathroom and also a double bed off to one side.When they gave her permission to have the party, Billie Sue’s folks had insisted that no one “out of it” should drive home until the next day. So it was assumed that many of us with simply crash out on the bed or the couches or even on the basement floor. They didn’t object to an overnight party being coed. Since all of us were at least eighteen and there was only one big room, I guess they figured not too much could happen with so many people there. Wrong guess!Things finally wound down around 4 AM. By that time, we were all sitting around, stoned, sharing a last “J”, listening to the Moody Blues, and passing a bottle of cheap wine among us.There were about a dozen of us left, seven guys and five girls. Billie Sue and Patsy, (who happened to be Billie Sue’s roommate back in school) were coupled up with boyfriends, as were Butch and Susie. That left two girls and three or four guys (Only one of whom we knew very well.)I claimed the bed for us. Billie Sue and I hadn’t had too many chances to sleep together at that point in our relationship. (I know that if I hadn’t been there, Billie Sue would have had the good manners as hostess to sleep on the floor.)Butch and Susie were on a hide-a-bed. Patsy and Rob appropriated a couch. Chuck, Rob’s roommate, sacked out on the floor near them. Jeanne had grabbed the other couch to share with one of the guys she’d met that night. That left Gina, a good friend of ours, on the floor along with the Anadolu Yakası Escort other three (unknown) guys.Billie Sue and I had crawled into bed in jeans and sweaters. As we settled down for the night, we both off our jeans, and I took off my sweater and T-shirt. I sneaked a peek around the room. From our bed, all I could see of Tom and Susie was a moving lump under the covers of the hide-a-bed. Rob and Patsy had both taken off their jeans and shoes and were lying side by side on the one couch, making out in a leisurely manner, their four legs intertwined.On the other couch, however, Jeanne and her nameless boyfriend seemed to be going at it hot and heavy. His shirt and pants were off, and he was lying on top of her. all I could see of Jeanne were her arms around his neck and a pair of bare brown legs wrapped around his hips.One of the spare guys had already crashed in different corners of the room and the other two were sitting cross-legged with Gina, rapping away, obviously verbally competing with one another to see who she’d be sleeping with.It was time to turn my attention to Billie Sue. I rolled over to face her, put my arms out and realized I was over-dressed. All I could feel was her warm, bare flesh. To my delight and surprise, she had stripped completely. As we kissed, I pulled off my shorts and rolled into her arms. Even back then, I tended to like a lot of foreplay, but this time, I was on top and inside Billie Sue in a matter of seconds.We began to move together and quickly found our rhythm. She was wet and soft and willing. The fact that we were in a room full of people, some asleep, some awake, some necking, some doing the same thing we were, and some possibly even watching us added extra excitement.All too soon, I came. I supported myself on my arms to take the weight off her and tried to remain inside her as long as I could. Finally, I rolled off. I was about asleep when a movement to the side roused me. It was Gina leaning over the side of the bed.”Dave, Billie Sue, those assholes don’t want to take no for an answer. They’re really starting to hassle me. I can’t get to sleep, and if I did, I’m afraid I’d wake up with one of them trying to screw me. Do you guys mind if I climb in with ya?”The idea, of course, didn’t bother me at all, but I was smart enough, even back then, to know this one was Billie Sue’s call. Before I could ask her, she reached across my chest and pulled back the covers for Gina in Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan silent invitation.Only as Gina was climbing in with us, did I remember Billie Sue and I were both stark naked. I wondered if I should crawl around under the sheets and look for my shorts, or if Gina would think that was a cheap way to cop a feel. As soon as she was under the covers with us, however, our guest shucked down as well.”Thanks, Billie Sue. G’night””‘Night, Gina, sleep well.” She leaned over me to whisper a word of thanks to Billie Sue and pecked her on the cheek. In the process, her large bare breasts brushed across my chest. Despite having just come inside Billie Sue, my cock was rock hard again in an instant.”And thank you, David.” She rolled over to face me. I rolled over towards her, and in an instant she was in my arms, naked. Instead of an innocent good night peck, our tongues and bodies met in a full nude body contact french kiss.As our bare bodies began to melt into one another, I suddenly felt Billie Sue’s breasts, skin and pubic hair on my back and buttocks. Before I could say anything, much less move, Billie Sue’s voice whispered in my ear.”Enjoy, with my compliments, David. She’s a good friend, and I love you both.” Then I felt her roll over. Then Gina’s hand snaked between our bodies and she began to play with my cock. As we kissed, and she stroked me, I decided to make this one last. I slowed down the pace, as I stroked her back and buttocks.After a few minutes, I entered Gina, lying side by side. Suddenly I felt a brush of cold air and realized Billie Sue was climbing out of bed. As she came around the side of the bed, into my field of vision, I realized that she hadn’t bothered to put anything on.Billie Sue was casually walking nude across a room full of necking couples and three guys she didn’t even know! I realized as Gina and I continued our lovemaking that the whole idea of my girlfriend nude before all these friends and strangers aroused me all the more. I turned my attention back to Gina.She deserved it! While Billie Sue is a short, cute, round-faced, slightly zaftig red-head, Gina is a completely different physical type– a tall brunette, slightly horsefaced, with long shapely legs, a long neck, a trim waist, a perfectly round ass, and a pair of incredible breasts which rarely saw the inside of a bra in those days– forty inches at least. In short, she had the body of a Playmate of the Month.She Escort Anadolu Yakası rolled over on top of me and pulled my dick inside her. She didn’t sit up totally, just enough to give my mouth access to those wonderful titties. I lay back and used my hips to help Billie Sue and my “best friend” impale herself over and over again on my cock.We came together, and Gina slumped on me. She was a big girl, but I didn’t mind the weight. I began to drowse, when Gina slid off me, rolled over and fell asleep. That woke me up enough to remember Billie Sue.As I lay there, I noticed one of the spare guys get up and walk into the bathroom. Wasn’t he the one who’d been doing it with Jeanne earlier? After the first guy hadn’t come out of the john for a while, I remembered my assumption that Billie Sue had gotten up out of our bed to go to the john. But she should have been back by now. Where was she?I looked around the room, but there was no sign of her. I could see that Tom and Susie’s bed was now quiet. On Jeanne’s couch, I was surprised to see her being screwed doggy style by a different one of the spare guys than she’d been with earlier.Now I had to use the john. The room was quiet. I decided that if Billie Sue could traipse to the John in the buff, I certainly could. In the john, I was startled to see Billie Sue sitting in the tub. She was nude, wet, soapy and sexy. She was also not alone. She was sharing the tub with Rob, wet and bare as my fiancé, facing her and sporting an enormous hard-on. As I entered, he was lifting his mouth from one of her nipples.Sitting on the closed toilet, watching them and playing with his dick, was the spare guy. When he saw me, he got up and headed out of the bathroom without a word. I played it cool, greeting them as I used the john. Billie Sue nonchalantly reached between Rob’s legs, fished out a bar of soap, and began to soap up his chest.”Coming to bed soon, Baby?” I asked.”No, Rob and I have just started something that we need to finish. You go on back to bed, David.” I realized I could hardly object since five minutes earlier I’d been inside Gina.”Okay, have fun.” (Where, I wondered, was Patsy?) Outside the bathroom, I saw the answer. Patsy was still on the couch and was now underneath Chuck. I climbed back in bed, but Gina was sound asleep. As I pulled the cover up, I saw the other two spare guys head into the bathroom to catch the floor show– the woman I loved taking a bath, with my friend. After a few minutes, Chuck had finished making love to Patsy and promptly crawled back onto the floor. Billie Sue and Rob came out of the bathroom, still nude, holding hands. They were followed a second later, by the other two guys, trying to pull up their pants over the hard-ons they’d developed watching my beloved, getting felt up and licked, licking and feeling up our friend.

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A Run in the Woods

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Note from the author: Please leave comments and let me know if you enjoyed the story…and if it turned you on. This is my first story submission and the thought of my words/story making someone cum is the reason I wrote and shared this.

Day 1

Jackson and his roommate Wesley laced up for their afternoon run just like they had since the beginning of the summer semester. These offseason afternoon runs helped keep their muscles loose and ready for their morning training with the track team. It was also a way to relax and enjoy a run without their coach watching over them. They stepped out of their apartment and into the warm summer air.

“I’ve got a new route for us to try. I’m not sure where it goes, but once we hit 2 miles we’ll turn around and head back.” Jackson said.

“Great” Wesley responded while loosening up.

This would happen every week or two. Jackson would get the itch to try something new and find a new route for them to run. There were plenty of options around campus, but this being the summer between their junior and senior year, they had tried almost everything.

“Follow me” Jackson said with a smile.

“Oh brother…I know that look, are we going ‘off-roading’ again”?

“You’ll see”

They ran for about a half mile then Jackson said “There is a small path on the left”.

“In the woods? I knew it.” Wesley said, shaking his head.

Wesley followed Jackson onto the path. It was overgrown and narrow with plenty of branches to jump over. Wesley fell back a few yards from Jackson so he would be able to see any obstacles before it was too late to avoid them. Soon they were surrounded by woods with no campus buildings or roads in site. It was cooler in the shade but still warm and they were working up a good sweat. After about a mile, Wesley called ahead to Jackson “maybe we should have brought some bread to leave a trail so we can find our way back. Let me know if you see a clearing and house made of candy with a witch inside.”

“Very funny” Jackson said. He looked at his GPS watch and saw that they were a mile and a half into their run. “Just another half mile and we’ll turn around. Don’t worry Gretel, I’ll get you home”

Wesley just smiled and shook his head as they worked their way up a small hill. A minute later as Jackson made it to the top of the hill, he slowed down and said “Well…it’s no house made of candy, but it looks like there is a house up ahead on the right.”

Wesley slowed down and as he made it to the top of the hill he looked ahead to the right. There was the backyard of a large house with a pool and a fence around it. Jackson had stopped and Wesley stopped next to him.

“I wouldn’t mind jumping in that pool right now.” Wesley said.

“No kidding…although it looks like there is someone there. Don’t think they want two sweaty college guys jumping into their pool. Come on, we are almost at 2 miles, let’s finish up and head back.”

They started to jog again, focusing on the trail ahead to avoid tripping or spraining an ankle on any random branches or rocks on the path. The path was leading them to the fenced backyard of the house and then veered off to the left again up another hill. As they passed the house they both noticed that there was indeed someone laying out near the pool, but being focused on the trail neither got a good look. As they got halfway up the hill leading away from the backyard Jackson’s watch buzzed indicating that they had hit 2 miles. Jackson slowed down and turned around to start back. Wesley seeing that he had stopped slowed down and looked up. His roommate was standing still staring in the direction of the house with a grin on his face.

“What’s up?” Wesley asked turning around to see what Jackson was looking at. “Holy shit, is she naked?”

“I think so.” Jackson responded without taking his eyes off the woman lying on a lounge chair next to the pool.

They were about a hundred yards away and looking down at the pool, so it was hard to tell, but they were both pretty sure that the woman was not wearing anything. If she was, it wasn’t much.

“Let’s take our time on the way back and get a better look…but let’s not get caught staring.” Wesley said.

They started back slowly, with Wesley in the lead this time. As they came down the hill and neared the backyard, they were able to clearly see that sunglasses was the only thing the woman by the pool was wearing. The lounge chair was parallel to the path with it’s back slightly inclined. It looked as though she might be asleep, but they couldn’t be certain. As they passed by the house and made their way back up the hill they kept a steady pace and kept their eyes on the path, doing their best to exercise some restraint. When they crested the hill and were out of site, Wesley slowed to a walk. Jackson was quickly beside him.

“You’re welcome” Jackson said.

“You are taking credit for us seeing a beautiful naked girl on our run?”

“Who picked this route?” Jackson shot back with a smile.

“Good point…damn, did you see her body? I only got a quick look but that was phenomenal!”

“No İstanbul Escort shit man, straight out of the swimsuit issue…minus the swimsuit.”

“I think this might have to become our regular route.” Wesley said as he started to jog again.

“No kidding.”

Back at the pool, Kendra smiled as soon as the guys were out of sight. Her nipples were hard and she could feel herself getting wet from the thrill of being seen. She hadn’t seen anyone on that trail in the three years she had lived in the house. She wondered if they would be back tomorrow as her hand made its way between her legs and slid in between her wetness. She hoped they would.

Day 2

Wesley and Jackson struggled to stay focused during their morning training with the team. Neither one of them mentioned what they seen to the rest of the team. The last thing they needed was a bunch of horny guys running by the house every day hoping for a peak.

After training they both showered and headed to their classes. The day seemed to last an eternity. Once out of class they met back at their apartment to grab a quick snack and get ready for their afternoon run.

“Think she’ll be there today?” Jackson asked as he tied his shoes.

“I sure hope so. I have been thinking about her all day…I have no idea what was discussed in class today.” Wesley said laughing.

“No kidding…let’s just hope her husband or boyfriend isn’t there waiting for us with a shotgun.”

They walked out of their apartment and started on their run.

“If we see her again, we need to do what we did yesterday and keep moving. No stopping and staring.” Jackson said.

“Really? I was thinking about knocking on the fence to see if we could hop in the pool” Wesley replied sarcastically.

“Hey man, I’m just making sure we are on the same page and don’t screw this up!” Jackson replied.

“I hear ya, just busting your balls man.”

They turned onto the path a few minutes later, with Jackson taking the lead as usual. As they came to the small hill prior to the house Jackson slowed his pace and turned around to see that Wesley was with him. Wesley slowed to match Jackson’s pace and gave Jackson a thumbs up. As they came to the top of the hill, they saw the house on the right with the pool, but there didn’t appear to be anyone there.

“Damn, I knew it was too good to be true.” Jackson said.

Wesley’s heart sank. “Shit.”

They both kept jogging at a slower pace and as they followed the path. As they got closer to the back fence they noticed a white sheet of paper on the fence door.

“Looks like there is a note pinned to the fence door” Jackson said.

“Ugh, that can’t be good. Probably says something like “Hey perverts, please stop staring at me or I’ll call the cops.”” Wesley said.

They stopped at the door and read the note.

Hi boys, sorry I missed you today, I had plans that I couldn’t break. I’ll be around tomorrow though, so hopefully you’ll be back. Please feel free to take a dip in the pool, I left out some towels for you. One rule though…no clothing allowed in the pool. I’m sure that you noticed, I follow this rule as well.

Looking forward to meeting you tomorrow.

Love,

Kendra

Jackson and Wesley stared at the note without saying a word for a good 30 seconds before Wesley broke the silence.

“That’s a hell of a lot better than calling the cops on us.”

“Love Kendra” Jackson said softly. “I think I love you Kendra” he said as he reached his hand out to test to see if the door would open. The door swung open and he looked at Wesley with the devilish grin that Wesley was all too familiar with.

“What do you say, want to go for a swim?”

“Yeah, what the hell.” Wesley answered.

They entered the yard and walked through the grass for a few feet before reaching the pool area. They saw the towels laid out as promised.

“Well, guess we have to strip.” Jackson said as he proceeded to take his clothes off.

“Guess so.” Wesley said as he followed suit. They had seen each other naked in the locker room plenty of times before so neither one of them thought twice about stripping down. Once they were naked, they both jumped in the pool and swam around.

“Weird being in someone else’s pool completely naked.” Jackson said.

“No kidding.” Wesley responded. “What the hell are we going to do tomorrow when we get here? You think she will be just hanging out naked again and ask us to come in and join her?”

“I have no idea, but based on her note, that’s what it sounds like.”

Kendra watched Jackson and Wesley from a window on the second floor of the house. She was naked and standing in front of the window, but based on the sun and the angle to the pool there would be no way for the guys to see her. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs. Her husband, standing behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and began to massage her.

“So, what exactly are you planning on doing with these poor little boys?” he asked as his hands made their way slowly to her exposed breasts. İstanbul Escort Bayan He cupped her tits in his hands and she could feel his hard on pushing against her back.

“You’ll just have to wait and see. I’ll be sure to give you a good show. Oh and they don’t look little to me” she whispered back.

Her husband’s hands moved to her nipples, giving each a hard squeeze while pulling on them. She shuddered with pleasure as he squeezed harder cutting off the blood flow to them. She reached around to his hard cock and started stroking it. “You know you aren’t allowed to fuck me until I’m done with them.”

Her husband felt light headed as she squeezed his cock and slid the tip of it along her ass crack, his pre-cum lubricating it. The thought of her fucking those two college studs almost made him come, but he needed to wait, needed to let it build up. He let go over her nipples and pulled away. She sighed with pleasure as the blood returned to her nipples.

“Good boy” Kendra said as she let his cock slip out of her hand. She could feel her wetness dripping down her leg as she saw the two runners emerge from the pool. She noticed that they were both semi-hard, their cocks much larger than earlier. They must have been thinking about tomorrow she thought. She couldn’t wait to be filled by them. She turned to her husband and nodded. He got down on his knees in front of her, her lips slick with her juices inches from his face. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face between her legs.

Jackson and Wesley toweled off and put their clothes back on. They folded their towels and placed them back on the chairs where they found them. They walked out the back gate, closed it and started back on their run as Kendra came loudly on her husbands tongue.

Day 3

Jackson and Wesley were on the trail again as soon as classes ended. The day had dragged just like the previous day. Images of the beautiful naked blonde laying out next to the pool filling their heads.

“You jerk off last night?” Jackson asked as they made their way through the woods.

“Yeah man, wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep if I hadn’t. You?”

“Yeah…twice.” Jackson responded with a laugh.

Wesley laughed as they continued their run. Soon they came to the hill before the house. They made their way up the hill and were rewarded with a view of the house and the pool with Kendra laying naked on her back next to it.

“Holy shit, this is really happening.” Wesley said.

Jackson just nodded and continued jogging slowly towards the house. The gate was open when they got to it and they both stepped into the backyard. Kendra propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the guys through her sunglasses.

“Hello boys, come on in…did you enjoy your swim yesterday?”

“Yes, thank you” Jackson replied as they walked towards her.

As they approached her, she reached out her hand and introduced herself. Jackson shook her hand and said “I’m Jackson and this is Wesley”. Wesley reached over and shook her hand. Kendra smirked as the guys tried their best to keep their eyes on her face, but they were both failing miserably.

“Nice to meet you, I’m so glad you could make it today. I do get lonely out here by myself.”

“You have a beautiful house” Wesley stammered.

“Thank you. I have put some towels out for you over there” Kendra said pointing to two chairs nearby. “Now why don’t you two get those sweaty clothes off and take a quick dip in the pool to cool off. I don’t want to be the only one naked.”

Jackson and Wesley made their way over to the chairs and stripped down. Kendra watched as they took their clothes off. Both guys were already semi-hard by the time they were naked.

“Mmmm, very nice boys.” she cooed. They looked even better up close than from the second story window.

The guys quickly made it into the pool and swam around for a few minutes. The reality of the situation started to set in and they were both fully hard now. Kendra stood up and made her way over to the pool. Both Jackson and Wesley were transfixed as they watched her walk over. It was the first time they had seen her on her feet, and they drank in the site. She looked to be around 5′ 7″, her blonde hair was slightly past her shoulders, her tits were definitely a C, maybe a D and seemed to defy gravity and she had a small landing strip of blonde hair. Kendra took her time walking over to the edge of the pool, enjoying their stares. She was already wet and the looks on their faces was making her wetter. She turned around to make her way down the ladder into the pool, giving them a good look at her perfectly formed ass.

Once in the pool she swam over to Jackson. He was standing in 4 feet of water so his hard on was hidden from view until she got right next to him. As she stood up, the water glistened off her tits and as Jackson was admiring the view, she looked down at his hard on and said “Well, it appears you like what you see.”

“I do” Jackson said, though barely audible.

Kendra still staring at his cock responded “I Escort İstanbul like what I see too.” Then looking up into Jackson’s eyes she put her hand on his neck and brought him in for a kiss. Their tongue’s intertwining as she placed her other hand around his cock and started slowly stroking him. Wesley, who was only about 10 feet away stood motionless as he watched, his cock fully erect and aching to be touched.

Kendra broke the kiss after about a minute and looked over at Wesley while still stroking Jackson. “I can’t tell from here, but I think Wesley likes what he sees also.” she said. Letting go of Jackson she glided through the water over to Wesley who was also in around 4 feet of water.

“Mmmm, looks like I was right, my God what a beautiful cock.” She reached up and kissed Wesley passionately but briefly.

“How about we make it over to the shallow end so I can put my lips on something else.”

She turned and swam the short distance over to the shallow end turned around and got on her knees waiting for Wesley to follow. The water was just below her tits as she knelt and she watched Wesley walking over to her. Each step revealing more and more of his toned body until his cock was clear of the water. It had to be at least 9 inches, and it was thick, much thicker than her husband’s. Soon he was inches away from her waiting mouth. She licked her lips and looked up into Wesley’s eyes as her hands made their way up the back of his legs. Without breaking eye contact she swirled her tongue around the tip and then pulled away.

“My God Wesley, this thing is going to stretch my pussy, I don’t know if I have ever had a cock so thick.”

She wrapped her left hand around the base of his shaft and her right hand started to massage his balls. She took him into her mouth for the first time, barely getting her mouth around him. He let out a moan as her left hand began to stroke him as her right hand continued to massage his balls. With each stroke she was able to fit more and more of his cock in her mouth and soon she had half of his cock in her mouth. Drool came down her chin and dripped on her tits as she worked his monster cock in and out of her mouth.

“Fuck that feels good.” Wesley groaned.

Kendra took the massive tool out of her mouth and looked over at Jackson.

“Come over here and put that thing in my mouth.”

Jackson was next to Wesley in an instant and Kendra happily took him into her mouth. It wasn’t nearly as thick at Wesley’s but it was close to as long as his. Kendra continued to stroke Wesley as she took Jackson in her mouth. For the next few minutes she took turns sucking and stroking them.

Her pussy was aching for attention and she decided it was time to give it what it needed. She stood turned around and holding both cocks in her hands led the guys out of the pool and next to the lounge chair she was laying in earlier. She laid down on the chair, spread her legs and looked up at Jackson and Wesley.

“Now which one of you is going to lick my pussy?”

Without saying a word Jackson dropped to his knees and got between Kendra’s legs. Her whole body was wet from the pool, and her pussy lips were slick with her juices. She was soaked. He lowered his head slowly savoring the view and began to lick her slit. Kendra let out a soft moan as Jackson worked his tongue up and down her slit, flicking her clit each time.

She looked at Wesley. “Stroke your cock for me…I want to watch you…I want to see you play with that huge cock…but do it slowly…I don’t want you coming too fast.”

She didn’t have to ask Wesley twice. He slowly worked his hand over his tool as he watched his friend go down on Kendra.

“Damn your pussy tastes good” Jackson said looking up.

Kendra put her hand between her legs and slid two fingers deep inside of herself, withdrew them and then put them in her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on her fingers while the boys just stared with their mouths open.

“Mmmm, I do taste good.” she said opening her eyes. She put her hand down there again and inserted her fingers again. This time when she pulled them out and rubbed her juices onto her left nipple.

“Wesley, I want you to suck my juices off my nipple.”

Wesley did as he was told and got down on his knees next to Kendra and began licking her nipple while Jackson continued to taste her from the source.

Kendra looked up at the second floor window where she knew her husband was watching gave him a quick wave. It turned her on to know he was watching her with these two young studs.

As Jackson started focusing more on her clit, Wesley began sucking her nipple harder, placing it between his teeth and pulling on it, catching her by surprise.

“Oh God, Wesley, keep doing that…Fuck you guys are going to make me cum.”

With that, Wesley who was massaging her other breast with his hand began pulling on her nipple while continuing to suck and nibble on her other one. Jackson slid two fingers inside of her wet hole and continued to lick and suck on her clit. Kendra’s legs wrapped tight around Jackson’s head and she reached out and grabbed onto Wesley’s cock as her body locked up and she began to cum, her pussy spasming around Jackson’s fingers. She jerked Wesley with each convulsion until her legs spread, releasing Jackson’s head and her hand dropped away from Wesley’s cock and her whole body relaxed.

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Journey From Straight to Gay Slut Part 7: A New Slut for Any Cock in Any Hole

This is the seventh instalment of the series and I would recommend reading the first 6 before this one. There are elements of offensive words and humiliation, be warned.

This is the final chapter of Journey from Straight to Gay Slut after feeling it has come to a natural end. It was my first ever story on Literotica and the first few chapters are loosely based on real events. I just want to say a huge thank you for all of you that have stayed around for the ride. Thank you to everyone that has commented or messaged me! You are all amazing!

Thank you to Dougslair for editing.

Now, on to the good stuff! HAPPY WANKING!

Part 1

Liam begins talking to a lady called Jo on a BDSM chat room, although she is married and Liam is in a relationship, they both decide to meet up and have a wild night of fucking. By the end Liam experience his first time of being rimmed and having his arse fingered.

Part 2

Jo begins to become more dominant, getting Liam to finger himself on facetime. When they meet up for a second time to have a threesome with a man named Kal that Jo also met on a BDSM chatroom. During the threesome Liam ends by having his arsehole fingered by Kal whilst he also sucked his dick. Jo takes Liams cum into her mouth and kisses Liam, giving him his first ever taste of cum.

Part 3

Liam starts to enjoy the taste of his own cum, when meeting up with Joanne he licks her pussy to find out another man has recently cum inside of her. Only building his taste for cum more! He eventually goes for one last night of passion, having a threesome with a dominant older man, Liam takes his first ever cock into his mouth.

Part 4

After having his first ever cock, Liam has a taste for it. Meeting Kal to discuss his new feelings, but this ended with him giving Kal a blowjob in the open. After that his addiction just increased, going to the Bellhouse Gay Bar in search for another cock, Liam ended up sucking an older man and then after him a black man. The black man took Liam’s number and invited him over another night. Liam told Joanne who has now ordered Liam to address her as his Mistress. Once Liam got to the black man’s (Dwayne) house, he saw two other black men. Although nervous at first, Liam ended the night by sucking all three black men, taking three fingers in his arse and went home with his face covered in all three loads. A few days later Liam got a box delivered from his Mistress, inside was a red thong, 4 different butt plugs and a large black dildo!

Part 5

Liam has his first experience of fucking a man, twice! After he fucks Mistress Joanne whilst her husband watches. When Mistress Joanne is out of the room, her husband see’s Liam for the cocksucker he is and orders him to suck his dick. When Mistress Joanne finds out she officially makes Liam her bottom bitch and fucks him for the first time with a strap on. Afterwards, Liam makes the decision that he is going to break up with his girlfriend.

Part 6

Liam breaks up with his girlfriend, but first having sex with her sexy older sister. Now he is single he feels a freedom to explore how he wants. Taking Mistress Joanne’s strap on again and sucking a man’s cock in the showers at the gym. Liam takes his first fucking from a real cock by Kal. Mistress Joanne has Liam wearing thongs and stockings and calls his arsehole a pussy, pushing him further into a sissy lifestyle.

Journey From Straight to Gay Slut 7: A New Slut for Any Cock in Any Hole

Something has awoken inside of me. Now I am single and can do as I please with no guilt, having taken Kal’s cock in me and then Mistress’s husbands cock, I am ready for more.

I am going to be a slut and I don’t care. I have a lot of making up to do for all the years I was strictly straight and I wasn’t going to miss another opportunity.

Waking up early, I headed to the gym to work out before work. But really, I intended on letting the bald meat heat who’s cock I sucked in the shower to fuck me senseless.

You can imagine my disappointment when he wasn’t there! So, I did my work out as normal, making sure I kept on top of my exercises. I didn’t work this hard to get this body just to lose it now.

After my shower, I put on my black thong and quickly put on my stockings before putting on my trousers and shirt for work and spent the whole day horny, thinking of how I could find another cock. I don’t know what it was, but every male colleague I looked at differently, rather than seeing them as just another guy, I found myself thinking how big their cock is.

I still had on the cage around my cock so that I couldn’t cum even though I was desperate to.

So, when work finished, I texted Mistress Joanne. “Hi Mistress, when can your slave remove the cage?”

By the time I was home, Ankara escort she replied.

“Hi slave, for being a good girl and taking my husband’s cock in your pussy, you may remove it. You are only allowed to cum once! I put a spare key for it in your pocket when you were last round, do not disobey me!”

Perfect!

I looked through my pockets and found the key, letting my cock out I was instantly hard and ready to cum! So, I texted Kal. “Hey Kal, I haven’t been fucked in a few days and I am desperate for a fat cock in me! Do you want to meet?”

It took him about ten minutes to reply, he said. “Hi, sorry I’m busy. You will have to find someone else’s dick.”

I thought his text seemed a little off, but I didn’t think too much of it.

I considered going onto the gay sex app I downloaded, but I was too horny and would have to settle for wanking. Luckily for me, I remembered the 6inch dildo that Mistress had in the box of toys she got me.

Getting into my room, I undressed, except for the stockings because wearing them just made me feel sexier.

The dildo had a suction cup on the end, so I made it stick to the wooden floor of my room. I lubed it up and easily started to sit on the dildo, feeling it sliding down and stretching my arsehole.

“Fuuuuckkk.” I whispered to myself, missing the feeling of being so full, even if it was a fake cock!

For a few minutes I started to ride the dildo, going fast and faster until I was properly bouncing up and down, riding the dick as I imagined like I was riding Kal’s cock.

My cock was dripping precum everywhere and I knew I wouldn’t last long as soon as I started wanking.

So, while I kept riding the dildo, I pulled up a porn website and started to look through a few different ones. My favourite category was “Blacked”, but after a few minutes it just wasn’t doing it for me.

Then I remembered the video that Mistress Joanne made me watch, of a guy being spit roasted by two men.

So, I changed the search to gay porn, as soon as I clicked on a video my cock was aching for release.

I was watching smooth faced guy sucking on a huge black cock, his spit was drooling down his chin as he was taking the cock down his throat.

When the black man bent over the white guy and started to fuck his arse, I started to ride the dildo faster and faster.

“Fuck yes.” I kept moaning to myself whilst watching the porn.

The guy getting fucked was moaning like crazy while he was getting hammered by the black cock.

I continued wanking whilst fucking my own arse watching the gay porn.

It didn’t take long for me to shoot my own cum all over the floor watching this white man getting fucked by such a big black cock!

After my orgasm died down, I pulled myself off the dildo and cleaned it, cleaned up my cum and then put the cage back onto my cock as instructed.

Although I had cum, it wasn’t enough. My arse felt empty and I was desperate for more!

The Night Out

My roommate, Myles, and I went on a night out. He wanted to get me out after breaking up with Sam. If only he knew how fine I was with the break up.

We were drinking and having a good time in a club. Then Myles started talking to a girl, she was small and blonde and incredibly sexy. That was when her friend came and I started talking to her.

She was thin and had long brown hair, and although she was beautiful, something just wasn’t doing it for me.

We spent the next two hours with these girls, and eventually I saw Myles making out with the blond girl on the dance floor. I was dancing with her friend, trying my best not to grind too much on her so she wouldn’t feel the cage around my cock!

Then she turned around and started to kiss me, her lips and tongue were soft against mine. As I made out with her, thoughts of Kal returned to my head. I pictured I was kissing him instead.

This girl started to moan into my mouth and I knew if I wanted to, and if I didn’t have a cage on, I could easily fuck her.

But I shouted.

“I need the toilet!” And then ran off to the bathroom.

When I got in there, I remembered something. A while ago when I went around to Dwayne’s house, he was the black man I met at the gay bar, I sucked off him and two of his mates and they all wanted to fuck me!

I pulled out my phone and texted him.

“Hi Dwayne, it’s Liam. I came around to your place a while ago and sucked your cock.”

I stayed in the cubicle when I saw that he was typing back.

“Hi cocksucker, I remember you. What do you want?”

I quickly replied.

“I want your black cock.”

And then to try and entice him more.

“I am no longer just a cocksucker.”

Well, it took about 30 seconds for him to text me.

“Come to my place now.”

I told him I will and found his address from the previous texting.

Exiting the bathroom, I saw Myles making out with his girl, while the girl I was kissing was standing waiting for me. Ankara escort bayan I had to sneak out so she didn’t see me leave.

I was quickly in a taxi and heading on my way to Dwayne’s, hoping that his two friends would be there again.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! I kept thinking to myself.

Once the taxi pulled up, I jumped out and knocked on the door.

Dwayne opened it, his amazing black skin turning me on straight away as he smiled and said, “Come in faggot.”

I didn’t care about him calling me faggot, I knew what I was there for and would do anything to get it.

Entering his living room, there was one of the guys that was there the last time, but not the other.

“Liam, you remember Tony.” Dwayne said behind me.

“Hi.” I awkwardly replied.

I watched as Dwayne took a seat next to Tony and I had two huge black men smiling at me.

“Well, undress.” Dwayne said.

Without saying a word, I ripped my clothes off.

“Holy fuck! You have turned into a proper gay boy haven’t you!” Tony said laughing as they saw me stood there in black stockings, a thong and the cage obviously around my cock.

“Is that from your Mistress?” Dwayne asked pointing at the cage and I remember how he spoke to Joanne on the phone when I was sucking all of their cocks.

“Yes.” I told them.

“So, you can’t cum?” He asked.

“No sir, but I am here to please you.” I told him, excited to have two black cocks to play with.

“Such a faggot. Come and get my cock.” Dwayne said.

I dropped to my knees and crawled to him, pulling his shorts down, I was met again with his amazing black cock.

Not wasting any time, I wrapped my lips around the cock and started to suck on it.

“Mmmmmm!” I moaned around the giant cock, swirling my tongue all over the head and tasting his delicious precum.

“So, you said you are no longer just a cocksucker?” Dwayne asked.

Removing his cock from my mouth, I told him, “Yes sir, I want your black cocks in my pussy.” Not even embarrassed about calling it a pussy.

Dwayne grabbed my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth.

“Go and get the faggot’s cunt ready.” Dwayne told Tony.

I felt Tony get up from the sofa and walk behind me, next thing I felt was his big, strong hands on my arse cheeks, slapping them and spreading them wide. Then he ripped the thong off me and threw it across the room.

Without warning, he pushed a thick finger knuckle deep inside of me.

“MMMMMM!” I moaned onto the black cock as the thick finger stretched my hole.

“This is going to be one tight hole.” Tony said behind me.

“I bet it is, I remember last time he was bouncing back on your three fingers.” Dwayne laughed as I kept deep throating his cock.

I could feel his dick down my throat as I tried to lick his balls at the same time.

Tony kept fingering me faster and faster, until I felt a second finger go deep into me. Pulling the cock out of my mouth I moaned.

“Fuuuuuckkk!”

Dwayne grabbed my head so I had to look up at him, spit drooling down my chin.

“So, you want to be our faggot for black cock?”

“Yes sir! I want your big, black cocks to fuck me senseless!” I declared.

For a while I kept sucking his huge cock, loving every second while Tony kept fingering me faster and faster.

“Please fuck me!” I moaned taking the cock out of my mouth.

“Get on your hands and knees on the sofa!” Dwayne ordered.

I jumped from the floor, feeling the fingers slide out of me as I got onto all fours on the sofa. It was big enough that Tony got behind me and Dwayne was in front of me.

I knew I was about to get spit roasted and I couldn’t fucking wait!

I could feel Tony rubbing his huge cock around my arsehole, I shouted back.

“Just fucking shove it in my cunt!”

SPANK!

Tony slapped my arse and I felt him started to push the head of his cock in me.

“FUUUCKKK!” I shouted as he was bigger than anything I have had in there.

The head popped in and it felt like my arsehole was being stretched beyond belief.

“Fucking hell! You’re so tight!” Tony moaned.

“Oh yeah, I am going to get some of that later.” Dwayne said.

As Tony kept pushing deeper in me, I looked up at Dwayne and told him.

“Fuck me as much as you want! I only wish there were more black cocks here to fuck me!”

I can’t actually believe what I was saying, but that was all I wanted right now.

Deeper and deeper I felt Tony’s cock going inside of me, feeling my hole stretching around his cock which burned in pain, but like a good slut I kept taking it.

When I felt his big balls pressing against mine, I knew I had the entire fucking black cock inside of me.

“FUUUCKKK!” I screamed out, feeling his cock in my stomach.

“Suck my cock you fucking whore!” Dwayne shouted.

I opened my mouth and took his huge cock between my lips, sucking on it as best I could with a huge cock in my arse.

It’s Escort Ankara hard to believe that an hour ago I was making out with a hot girl in a club and here I was getting spit roasted by two black men.

Tony started to pull his cock out of me and then push back in, slowly fucking me as my arse got used to his cock.

I couldn’t move much in this position and just allowed these two black cocks to fuck me from front and back. If my cock was loose, I am sure I would’ve cum just by being such a slut!

By now, Tony was properly hammering into my arsehole, his thighs would slap against me he was fucking me that hard. When he fucked me, it would push me forward and make me take Dwayne’s cock deeper down my throat.

“Glgg..Glgg!” Were all the sounds coming from me as I was fucked like a slut.

SPANK!

“Bounce back on my cock faggot!” Tony ordered.

I started to push back on his cock, taking it as deep as possible into my arsehole. As I pushed forward, I would suck Dwayne’s cock and then go back and take Tony’s cock deep inside of me.

I fucking love having a real cock in my arse!!

“I’m going to cum soon gay boy!” Tony shouted.

I pulled Dwayne’s cock out of my mouth and begged him.

“Please cum inside me! Fill my cunt with your cum!!”

“Fucking whooooreeeeee!” Tony shouted as I felt him unload a tonne of cum inside of me. Filling me up completely.

I kept clenching my arsehole, milking his balls completely as he kept fucking me until he started to go soft.

When he pulled out of me, I felt my arsehole gaped open in the air with his cum pouring out of me.

“Sit on the sofa and spread your legs bitch.” Dwayne ordered.

I did as I was told, sat down with my arse hanging over the edge. My legs with the stockings still on spread and high in the air and Dwayne grabbed onto them and without warning shoved his entire black cock inside of me.

“FUCK YESSS!!” I screamed loving being treated like a whore by these two.

“You like that you fucking slut?” Dwayne moaned as he hammered into me.

I looked down and I couldn’t believe the huge cock that was fucking my battered arsehole.

“I fucking love it!” I moaned at him as he kept fucking me.

“I’m going to add another load of cum inside of you!” Dwayne shouted.

“Do it, fill me with your hot cum!” I moaned, desperate to please this man.

“FUUUUCKKK!” Dwayne shouted and I felt the second load of cum filling my insides, his hot cum felt amazing shooting in me.

Dwayne pulled out of me and I remained on the sofa, exhausted from all the fucking and feeling more cum dripping out of my arsehole.

After that I remained there for a while, watching TV with them both until Tony was horny again. He had me ride his cock on the sofa, I happily impaled myself onto his black cock and rode him like crazy, thinking of all the girls that have ridden me.

I moaned like a bitch in heat, bouncing on his fat cock until another load of cum filled me. Then Dwyane took his place and fucked me doggy style until he came inside me once more.

After that I realised it was 2am and told them I needed to get home.

Walking out of their house to the taxi, I was walking with a limp and my arse felt extremely sore. By the time I got home, I took off my shirt and trousers and pretty much collapsed onto the bed and passed out from exhaustion.

Caught

“Liam?!”

I was woken up by Myles banging on my door.

As I opened my eyes, I looked at myself, spread out on my bed wearing stockings and a thong! Thank God I locked my bedroom door!

I jumped up and put on a dressing gown before opening the door, Myles was standing there with an angered look on his face.

“What the fuck happened to you last night? I thought you had died!” He shouted at me.

“I’m sorry, I was too drunk and just came home.” I lied to him. If only he knew what I had on under this robe.

“That girl wanted you to fuck her! And you fucked up my chance with the blonde because I was looking for you!” Myles hollered at me.

“I’m sorry mate, I didn’t mean to.” I told him, feeling bad for messing up his chances.

As I stood there, my arse still felt sore from the rough fucking I had the night before.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” Myles asked with a concerned look on his face.

“W-what do you mean?” I asked nervously.

He looked to the ground and then back at me.

“Look, I didn’t mean to. But I came into your room the other day, I found your box of butt plugs and the dildo.” He said.

Oh fuck!!

“Liam, are you gay?” He asked.

“What?!” I shouted, “No I’m not gay!”

“It’s okay if you are, you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.” He said.

“No Myles, I’m not gay!” I told him again.

“Well, what’s with the toys? And what happened last night, you never leave a girl that you can fuck.” He said stepping forward.

As he stepped forward, I took a quick step back and caught my robe on the door handle. Without meaning to, the robe completely fell down and revealed what I was wearing.

“Liam. What the fuck?” Myles said in disbelief.

“Just leave me alone!” I shouted and slammed the door shut and then locked it.

I could hear Myles huffing outside but eventually walking away.

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Take Two

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Simon waited as the two girls got ready. Both were passionate believers in sexual and gender equality and had decided to attend the Pride march as an angel and a devil, with Helen as the angel. Helen had lectured Simon extensively on the topic. He now realised his old views were outdated and unfit for modern society. It had been sobering to realise that someone less than half his age could completely change his beliefs.Finally, the two girls emerged, giggling, from Helen’s room. Simon was instantly hard. Helen wore a skimpy white dress that barely covered her bum with a pair of pink, gauzy wings and a silver tinsel halo. Her push-up bra accentuated her massive boobs. Tiny dark-haired Caro looked fabulous in a clingy black dress and sported a pair of pointed devil’s horns.Both girls wore high heels that matched their dresses. Simon’s dick strained against his undies. He could hardly wait to fuck buxom young Helen later and hoped she’d let him fuck her tight arse as well. She was such a marvellously dirty girl, and Simon loved that she sometimes allowed him to violate her arse. But more than anything else, he wanted to fuck her tiny nubile friend, and he imagined Caro’s lithe body riding his cock, and her gazing lustfully into his eyes. Hopefully, this would be his lucky day.To fit the theme of the Pride march, both girls had plastered rainbow stickers on their exposed arms and legs. Helen lifted the hem of her dress, showing off her lacy white panties, and Simon saw she had a rainbow sticker attached to each of her arse cheeks.The March started in a large square just a few minutes from the apartment. Helen and Caro walked on either side of him. Simon put an arm around both girls, pulling them close. He groped Helen’s fantastic boobs, then tentatively felt Caro’s flat chest. She didn’t even flinch, so Simon tweaked a nipple. Perhaps he would get to fuck her.As always, the parade was raucous, and they all imbibed freely from the bottles of spirits that circulated freely amongst the crowd. Simon fended off several approaches from scantily clad men. The encounter when a muscular black man approached him, wearing just a posing pouch and chaps, was typical.The black man walked beside him for a few paces, then grabbed Simon’s enormous dick.”How about it, big boy,” the young black man said. “Do you want to stuff that monster in my arse? I’d love it if you did.”As with previous encounters, Simon smiled and gestured towards Helen and Caro, who cavorted ahead of him, hand-in-hand, indiscriminately kissing people in the parade.”My heavenly mistress forbids,” he intoned solemnly, “as does her fiendish lover.”The black man smiled and slid a business card into Simon’s trousers.”That’s a truly impressive cock, so if you ever change your mind, call me,” he said as he fondled Simon’s dick before melting into the crowd.Thirty minutes later, they were roaring drunk and enjoying the parade when the skies darkened, and the heavens opened. They persevered for another ten minutes, but the rain was cold and persistent, and they were soon soaked through. Simon was freezing, and although the crowd was still noisy and having fun, marching in the cold rain was no longer enjoyable. He was relieved when Helen spoke.”Let’s get out of this damned rain,” she said. “I’m freezing my arse off.”Caro laughed. “Don’t use words like that, Angel,” she said. One hand stroked her fake horns. “That’s my territory. Let’s go home out of this hellish storm.”They left the parade and ran down a side street to shelter under a tree. Luckily a taxi passed within minutes. Helen stuck out a hand and hailed it.They tumbled into the cab, soaked through but giggling. A few minutes later, the cab decanted them onto the street in front of their flat. Simon supported the two drenched girls up the stairs. Helen fumbled briefly with the lock and almost fell over when the door flew open.”It’s been fun, and it’s way too early to call it a day,” Helen said, “but let’s dry off first.”Caro nodded. “Good idea, I’m freezing,” she said and drunkenly meandered into her room, leaving her door open.Simon let Helen lead him by the hand into her room. She took her arms out of the loops that attached the purple fairy wings to her back, unzipped her white dress and let it fall to the floor.Simon fetched a Maltepe Escort towel from her bathroom and dried Helen’s fabulous body, lingering over her enormous breasts. Helen giggled as he did so, even as she kissed him. Soon she was dry, apart from her long blond hair, which still dripped water. Simon ran one hand over her warm skin, unbuttoning his shirt with the other.Simon saw the lustful look on her face and smiled.”Does my perfect angel want me to fuck her?” Simon asked.Helen reached down, unzipped his jeans, and grabbed his rigid cock. “Do angels do that?” she asked with a leering grin.”Or are you a little devil?” Simon asked jokingly. He handed Helen her wings. “You’d better wear your angel wings, or I won’t be able to tell.”Simon quickly undressed as Helen undid her bra, releasing her magnificent boobs, and then she put her arms back through the loops of the gauzy fairy wings. She pushed her shoulders back and put her hands on her hips, showing off her perfect tits.”Am I an angel?” she asked, her gaze fixed on Simon’s erection. “Or will you treat me like the devil I am?”Simon looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her chest. She looked incredible wearing just tiny white panties and heels, adorned with the silver tinsel halo and pink fairy wings. The rainbow Pride stickers still plastered her smooth skin, and her boobs looked fabulous. He marvelled that this vision of loveliness worshipped his cock and allowed him to screw her.”Angels need to be treated like the devil occasionally,” he said. Simon pulled Helen close and kissed her deeply, their tongues entwined. He wormed a hand inside her white panties and ran one finger up and down her moist, shaved slit. Though she was damp, Simon decided she needed warming up.He pushed her back against the white iron bedstead, pulled her panties partway down, and knelt in front of her. He knew she was becoming excited; juices already oozed from her pussy when he pushed one finger inside her. He hooked it and started working it in and out as he tongued her clitoris.She moaned when he finger-fucked her hard and fast with two hooked fingers. Her minge now felt dripping wet.”Just fuck me, please,” Helen implored him. That was music to his ears. Simon stood and put his two wet fingers to Helen’s mouth. She greedily sucked them clean.”Turn around and bend over,” he ordered. Helen’s white panties were halfway down her thighs. She turned, leaned forward, and gripped the rail of the white bedstead to support herself. She looked back at Simon over her shoulder. The gauzy pink wings excited Simon further. Helen ran a finger along her bum crack. “How devilish are you feeling?” she asked. Simon just grinned. He looked at the perfect starfish of her arsehole and the moist slit of her pussy and knew he was going to fuck both. Simon spat on his fingers and rubbed them on his cock for extra lubrication. Helen moaned when he ran his helmet between her lovely bum and her pussy, teasing her, so she didn’t know which orifice was his target.Her pussy bore the brunt of his first assault when he slammed his monstrous dick balls-deep into her tight wet minge in one mighty thrust. Helen moaned in ecstasy.She wriggled her bum against him. “God, that feels good,” she said. “I love your cock.”He put his hands on her hips and fucked her hard. His dick pistoned smoothly in and out of her tight dripping cunt. Helen started to moan and pant, spurring Simon to greater efforts. He was rewarded when she shrieked, and her pussy clenched around his dick as she came, and a small dribble of juices ran from her cunt.Helen sighed contentedly, “Only your monster makes me come that quickly,” Helen said.He was glad she liked it a bit rough, but he had another orifice to fuck, so he restrained himself and slowed to a gentle pace to prevent himself from coming too soon. He laughed.”I’m not finished with you yet,” he said.She giggled. “Glad to hear that. Coming just once is never enough.”Simon reached for the lube and squirted some onto one hand. He worked two oily fingers into Helen’s perfect arsehole as he shafted her pussy. Helen moaned with each deep stroke, and he knew from experience it wouldn’t take long for his mammoth dick to make her come when he pounded her tight arse.”Is my angel Maltepe Escort Bayan ready for a good butt fucking?” he asked.Helen giggled again. “You know I am,” she said. “Ruin my angelic arse with your demonic weapon.”He pulled his massive member out of her pussy, rubbed some lube onto it, and slowly eased it into her tight sphincter. As always, her bum hole clenched tightly around his shaft, and it took several slow insistent thrusts before he worked himself hilt-deep into her incredible bottom. Helen squealed with delight when he pulled out and slowly rammed his monstrous dick back into her arse.”I’ve been a very naughty angel,” she said. “Punish my arse.”Simon fucked her slowly with long deep strokes until his mammoth cock slid smoothly in and out of Helen’s bum. He sped up, and his hands pulled her hips back onto his dick. Helen’s moans became louder and more urgent.”Yes … I’ve been evil … punish me.”Simon smiled when Helen shrieked joyously as he repeatedly rammed his dick balls-deep into her arse. He felt her sphincter clench tightly around his cock as she came for the second time; her pussy juices wet his groin and dripped down both their legs. He loved that he could make her come so quickly.Helen’s climax drove Simon over the edge, and he spurted a massive load of cum deep inside her arse. He kept his rigid pole firmly embedded in Helen’s bum until their shuddering subsided. “You’d think our Devil would love this, wouldn’t you?” Simon asked Helen.Helen had told him many times that Caro was reluctant and had never had anything in her arse, but he was hopeful.”Let’s ask her,” Helen said. “Her arse deserves to feel you inside it.”Simon let Helen lead him naked into the lounge. Helen walked towards the open door into Caro’s room.”Come on out, you little devil,” Helen said. “We’ve got something to show you.”Caro came into view, still wearing the skimpy devil’s outfit. She stared at Simon’s massive wet cock.Caro giggled. “Is that all?” she asked, eyes still fixed on Simon’s rigid member. “I’ve seen huge wet cocks before.”Simon watched his cum slowly oozing from Helen’s arse and dribbling down her legs. He was surprised when Helen turned her arse towards Caro, bent over at the waist, and spread her arse cheeks.”Look what Simon did to me,” Helen chanted in a silly sing-song voice.Caro gasped when she saw Helen’s red-rimmed gaping arse hole dripping with cum. She tried to run past Helen and escape back to her room, but Helen caught her arm.”Look what Simon did to me,” she repeated in that same silly sing-song voice.Caro glanced at Helen’s gaping arse. She opened her mouth to speak. No words came out. Instead, she shook her head and fixed her gaze greedily on his mammoth erection, still wet with lube and fresh from Helen’s gaping arse.Simon was overjoyed his dream of fucking Caro would be partially fulfilled. At the very least, Caro would suck his cock. He waggled his rigid pole with one hand.”Can the Devil suck cock better than my tarnished angel?” he asked.Caro glanced again at Helen’s arse, then back at his slimy cock. She hesitated a moment, then laughed. “Oh yes,” she said. “This devil can take anything.”Simon took Caro’s tiny hand and led her into Helen’s room. He leaned back against the white bedstead.”Show me what the devil can do,” he said. Caro squatted in front of him and looked at him with wide blue eyes. “I’m going to make you come,” she promised.Caro licked her lips and grasped his bum with both hands. She opened her mouth wide, looked up, again catching his gaze with her huge eyes, and slowly leaned towards him. His massive pole crept into her warm mouth, gliding over her tongue. He felt his glans touch the back of her mouth. Caro didn’t hesitate but continued to inhale his erection, and he felt it slide down her throat.Caro paused when her nose pressed against his groin, and then she started to suck his cock. Her cat-like eyes never left his face as she bobbed backwards and forwards, sucking hard on his dick. Helen stood behind Caro and raised her from her squatting pose. She lifted Caro’s skimpy black dress, rucking it untidily around her waist. She pulled down Caro’s black lacy panties, which fell and draped around Caro’s ankles. She was now bent over at the waist Escort Maltepe with her arse naked and Simon’s monstrous dick down her throat.Helen’s hands ran gently over Caro’s body and lightly caressed her arse. Helen spread Caro’s bum cheeks with her hands and thrust her head between them, obviously tonguing her arsehole. Caro continued sucking him unperturbed, her head bobbing, sliding his dick repeatedly down her warm throat. Helen gestured at Caro’s arse.”This little Devil needs a tail,” Helen said.Simon reached behind himself and passed Helen the lube. She oiled her fingers, and when Helen stuck a lubricated finger in Caro’s arse, Simon heard a muffled squeal. Caro tried to pull away from his dick, but his hands were behind her head, preventing her from pulling back. After a moment, with Helen’s finger firmly embedded in her arse, Caro relaxed and started to suck his dick again.Simon loved the feeling of Caro’s warm mouth enveloping his dick and watched in anticipation as Helen fingered Caro’s virgin arse. It looked as if he might actually get to fuck it. A second finger joined the first inside Caro’s bum, and Helen started slowly working them in and out. Caro kept sucking him even when Helen was finger-fucking her with two fingers rammed as far as they’d go into her sphincter.Helen pulled her invasive fingers out of Caro’s tight sphincter and gently stroked her bum cheeks.”Relax,” she said. “If you clench up like that, the plug will hurt when I push it in.”Caro mumbled something inaudible with Simon’s dick still far down her throat, then resumed sucking his mammoth cock. Helen picked up a tail plug: a long sinuous tail with a bulbous silver insert. The tail was black and red, barbed, and matched the devil’s horns that Caro still wore. Helen dripped some lube onto the shiny silver toy and worked more lube into Caro’s arse with her fingers.Caro flinched when Helen pushed the butt plug against her tight sphincter. Helen looked up at Simon.”She’s got such a tiny arsehole,” Helen said. “It’s going to be a very tight fit.”Simon grinned to himself. He’d violated Helen’s virgin arsehole, and now he hoped he was about to destroy her best friend’s perfect bum. Caro was a tiny girl, so he already expected her bum to be tight; the tighter, the better, he thought.When Helen started to push the plug further into Caro’s back passage, Caro closed her eyes and screwed up her face, but she didn’t try to pull away. Simon briefly felt Caro’s teeth press painfully against his cock.When Helen finally pushed the widest part of the butt plug past her sphincter, Caro gasped, pulled back from Simon’s dick, and stood straight. She reached back between her legs with one hand, feeling where the plug invaded her bum and craned her neck to see her new appendage.”Now you’ve got a tail, like a proper devil. It looks fabulous,” Helen said. “How does it feel?”Caro looked thoughtful. She wiggled her bum and tugged at the tail with one hand.”Strange,” she said. “My arse keeps clenching around it.”After a short pause, she smiled broadly. “It’s revolting, but I think I like it.”Simon watched her walk over to the floor-length mirror, turn her bum towards the mirror, and look at her reflection over her shoulder.Finally, she nodded. “I like that it matches my horns,” she said. “It makes me feel like a dirty whore, but it is so sexy.”Simon was dying to fuck her with the toy in her arse. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Simon asked.Caro turned to face him and looked lustfully at the massive cock that had so recently occupied her mouth.”I love being filled by huge cocks,” she said. “Show me what it feels like being fucked by that monster when my arse is full like this.”Helen sat on the bed, her gauzy pink wings visible behind her. When Caro perched on the edge of the bed and leaned backwards, she was cradled by Helen, with her head nestled between Helen’s impressive boobs and high enough to see what Simon was doing. Caro’s legs were spread wide, providing a great view of her neatly trimmed pussy and the tail that dangled from her arse.”Lift your legs,” he said. “I want them over my shoulders.”Caro complied, and he helped her position herself. He ran his dick up and down her slit and then placed his dick at her entrance, parting her labia but not entering her.He looked at Helen, who gazed over the top of Caro’s head at his dick and grinned. “I’m going to ruin your best friend.”He lowered his gaze and fixed his eyes on Caro’s face. Her eyes were wide, and her lips parted slightly in anticipation. She is truly gorgeous, he thought. Simon remembered that she’d never had a plug…

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Black Muslim Cuckold Therapy

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What’s up, people? The name is Dr. Tariq Malouk. Got a rather exciting story to share with you today. I am an openly bisexual Black Muslim man on a mission. I studied psychiatry at Carleton University in Ottawa, Ontario, and nowadays, I run a small practice near South Keys Plaza. I use my skills as a trained psychiatrist to help couples.

There aren’t a lot of Black Muslim men in the field of psychiatry and that’s a damn shame. I’ve been told that I don’t look like a shrink. At six-foot-one, with my dark skin, muscular body and shaved head, I look more like an NBA player than a doctor. Mental health is a field that has always fascinated me. I truly want to make a difference.

I want to show the world that tall Black men aren’t simply designed to play sports, entertain people, or commit crimes. I want to show people that educated Black men are a force to reckon with. If more Black men went out and earned college degrees and good jobs instead of trying to become ballers or rappers, the world would be a better place.

I want to make the world of Black relationships great again. Of course, this requires doing some truly unorthodox things but that’s alright. Someone’s got to do it. Be glad I’m on your side. Let the truth be told. Our lives are defined by relationships and some people will do anything to make things work. Bless their souls.

Last night, I had a blast with a nice couple, Osman Bashir and his wife Zahra Ali-Bashir, who live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Osman is a six feet two inches tall, handsome and dark-skinned African American Muslim gentleman, educated in business management at University of Ottawa, and he presently works for Wellington Limited in downtown Ottawa.

As for Maltepe Escort Osman’s wife Zahra Ali-Bashir, she’s around five-foot-nine, pleasantly plump, with short curly hair, dark brown skin and light green eyes. Zahra’s father came from the nation of Somalia and her mother was from Ireland. The mixed beauty is lovely in the manner of curvaceous women the world over. What a gal…

Zahra and Osman met at the University of Ottawa, and these days, she’s a schoolteacher. A business executive married to a schoolteacher. Sounds like a power couple if you ask me. The happy couple has fallen into something of a rut in the bedroom lately, and that’s unfortunate. Lucky for them, I’m coming to the rescue.

“I engage in radically different couples therapy,” I told Osman and Zahra as we discussed their issues in my office. They sure make a nice couple, these two. Of course, I understood their problems all too well. Osman is bisexual and his wife Zahra is having a hard time with it. She’s considering divorcing him. I’m here to stop that from happening.

“Can you save our marriage?” Zahra asked me, and she looked coldly at Osman as she spoke. I smiled and nodded at Zahra, who showed the kind of frustration that ladies tend to display when they haven’t had dick in a while. I am going to help you out, I thought, while looking at Zahra.

“Please,” Osman said, although whether he was addressing his wife Zahra or myself, I couldn’t be sure. I looked at Zahra and Osman, and then explained to them what I had in mind. You should have seen the look on their faces when I informed them of what I would require of them…

“In order to save your marriage, I must heal this rift between you, Maltepe Escort Bayan and this requires carnal knowledge,” I said firmly. Zahra gasped and Osman looked at me strangely. I could tell that the tall, handsome Black business executive was at least thinking about it. Zahra looked at me, and glanced at Osman before looking back at me pensively.

“I’ll try anything to save what we have,” Osman said, taking Zahra’s hand in his, and then the happy couple smiled at me. I nodded, for I knew that I would get the two of them in my bed sooner or later. Too many marriages in the Black community are ending because Black women, the biggest allies of gay males, simply refuse to understand or accept the unique needs of bisexual Black men. I want to change that…

“I love you enough to try,” Zahra said, looking at her husband Osman, and then she looked at me and nodded firmly. I made my face grave, and thanked the two of them for being so flexible and open-minded. When a marriage has fallen into a rut, what the couple needs is something or someone to spice things up. I’m the gift that keeps on giving…

“My friends, sometimes we must do what is haram to preserve what is halal,” I warned Osman and Zahra, who nodded. I explained to them what I expected of them. They were surprised, to say the least, but at this point, they were definitely down for whatever. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I was going to have fun with these two…

“I’m nervous but excited,” Zahra said shyly as she began undressing while her hubby Osman and I watched. We sat side by side, stroking our big dark dicks. I winked at Zahra, who smiled at me and Osman, then continued, revealing her busty, Escort Maltepe curvaceous body.

“You’re so hot,” I said to Zahra, then grinned at her hubby Osman. As I spoke, I grabbed Osman’s dick and then gestured to Zahra to come forward. Grinning, Zahra came, and looked at us, the two hunky bisexual Black men before her. Licking her lips, Zahra eyed our big dark dicks…hungrily.

“Want some, sweetie?” Osman asked his wife Zahra, as I stroked my manhood. Zahra nodded, apparently both turned on and disturbed by the sight of her husband having his dick played with by another man. Zahra knelt before Osman and began sucking his dick, with my encouragement, of course…

“Hmm, I love this dick,” Zahra paused to say, smiling at her hubby Osman and winking at me as she sucked him off. I stroked myself, watching the hubby and wife action. The three of us continued with our fun, pushing boundaries and exploring our most forbidden fantasies. This was eons of sexual repression getting purged…

“Zahra, Osman, come get some,” I said, asserting my authority over the freaky Black Muslim couple. After a brief hesitation, Osman and Zahra exchanged a look and a smile. They knelt before me, the good doctor and took care of my long, thick and magnificently dark dick. Osman and Zahra began sucking my dick hungrily…

“Hmm, dear husband, I think I’m better at sucking dick than you,” Zahra teased Osman as she licked my balls while he sucked the doctor’s dick head. I sighed happily as the couple joined forces to suck my dick with gusto, as though they were competing with one another. With such eager cock suckers working him over, I soon came…

“Hmm, that was fun,” Osman said, smiling, and he and Zahra kissed passionately. I thanked the couple for a great time, and then sent them home, where they made amends and had some hot, steamy sex. I congratulated myself on a job well done. Another mixed-orientation Black couple deciding to stick together and adjusting instead of divorcing. Life is good…

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A Cumdump’s Journey Pt. 05

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Chapter 5: The thirst grows

I woke late on Monday morning and was looking forward to getting settled into my new life. I had an appointment at the office to sign my work contract, but my first official day wasn’t until the beginning of the month; I had a couple of weeks to relax, get my bearings and start to meet some new people. I rolled around in bed, trying to find the energy to get up and have breakfast..or lunch rather since it was already after midnight. My hole was tender. I reached down to gently massage my ass-lips and squeezed as I thought about the fucking I had taken that night. I felt slutty and used, but as Dou had been so kind between and after, I wasn’t feeling ashamed at all about what I had done. Then I thought back to the random men I had also sucked off in the woods, “NO MORE!” I promised myself, trying to convince my mind that it was a reaction to being alone in a new town, and just something I’d needed to get out of my system.

By 4pm, I had already been to the gym, signed my job contract and briefly met my new colleagues. The sun was shining and I found myself walking down a long boulevard leading out to a large square; Place de la République. I decided to make the most of the weather and grab a coffee on a terrace while I decided how to spend the rest of my afternoon. Inevitably, I ended up opening up Grindr and scrolled through the seemingly endless profiles of hot guys. I sent a few flames, but still not having a picture up, I wasn’t holding out much hope of a reply. Then one particular profile caught my eye: “Suck n Go?”. I clicked on right away, intrigued.

He was close, and although his picture was a little obscure; I could make out a reasonably attractive man of 39 years of age. “Hey,” I messaged, “How are you?”. Immediately, I felt my phone vibrate and a reply had already come in: “Face? You free now to suck?” – typical Grindr message I thought to myself. I felt safe sending my picture, as no one was likely to know me here, “yeah, horny and ready,” I replied, wondering to myself whether I would actually go through with this in the middle of the day. His reply shot back almost immediately, I knew it must be a message he has saved and sends out to any bites he gets:

“Come now, I’ll be waiting on my couch with my cock out, jerking off. Close the door when you enter, then come and kneel between my legs. You will suck me SLOWLY and gently, until I come in your mouth, and of course you will swallow ALL of it.”

There was a war going on in my head – my reasoned self wanted to say, “No way!” but I could hear a voice telling me I had to go, that he needed his cock sucked and that I would have to be that cocksucker. Still I hesitated. I drank down my coffee and felt those familiar nerves raising. Then the phone buzzed again…his cock pic. I looked carefully at the photo and knew right away I couldn’t refuse. It was a long thick white cock, with a beautiful pink head sent on a large pair of hairless balls. The blond pubes had been trimmed right back and there was pre-cum dripping out of the hole. “OK – send address”, I typed and threw down a couple of euros to cover my coffee.

Within 10 minutes, I was crouching down in between the man’s thighs. “I’m Pete,” I said gently, but I didn’t care. His cock was laid out before me like a feat ready to be devoured. “Go slowly…I’m sensitive,” he said to me. He had a collection of poppers bottles beside him, and picked one up to inhale as I lifted his meat to take it into my mouth. “Gently, gently,” he insisted again. I slowed down even more, until I was really taking his cock millimeter by millimeter in and out of my mouth.He was hard, and his cock had swelled to be large and more than enough to fill my mouth. I attempted to take him into my throat, but the tightness of my tonsils was too intense for his sensitive cock and I contented myself to be able to savour the fullness of his manhood as it ever so gently slid in and out of my mouth. He was taking hit after hit of the poppers and moaning loudly. I could taste that his balls were heavy producers of pre-cum, as the wet slippiness filled the back of my mouth. This slow dance went on for over 20 minutes. Finally, I drew back and asked if I too could take a hit on the poppers.

He handed me one of the bottles, which I opened and inhaled, “I’m getting close,” he said, “I want you to swallow and don’t stop until I say.” I lifted his cock back into my mouth, “Fine by me!” I thought to myself as I got back into the gentle rhythm of slowly drawing Pete’s spunk out of his heavy balls. The fullness of my mouth against his only 80% rigid cock felt wonderful and it shocked me when I sensed a flood of liquid in my mouth. It was warm and flowed easily to the back of my throat; I swallowed without hesitation expecting to be swiftly finished, but Pete moaned loudly, “Keep going!”

I continued the slow rhythmic rocking back and forth, as his cock spewed wave after wave of cum into my mouth. My mouth filled up with the warm thick liquid again and I swallowed down what seemed Ankara bayan escort like an impossibly large mouthful, and still it spewed out. With each wave Pete moaned and groaned ever more intensely as I felt his thigh muscles and balls begin to tense up. I swallowed another mouthful, amazed that he seemed to never be finished. Finally he reached his hand to my head and held me still as the last few squirts shot out, without great force but with considerable volume into my mouth. He held himself inside me as he dick began to soften. I suckled on his cock and swallowed one final time.

I pulled myself off him and stood, swiped my hand across my mouth and felt more than satisfied. I had no more desire to make small talk with this man, and he seemed to feel the same way. I thanked him and turned to leave. “Thanks, just pull the door closed behind you,” he said as I walked out the apartment. I took out my phone and turned on Grindr, and went back to his profile. I saved him to my favourites thinking how much I had enjoyed that copious cum-load. As I walked I could taste the cum on my breath and I decided to stop off in a shop and grab a chewing gum; it was early evening by now and I persuaded myself to pick up a beer as well for the walk, as it was such a nice evening.

During the whole thing, I realised I hadn’t really gotten hard. I hadn’t been focused on getting myself off or even touching myself. I knew I had immensely enjoyed the encounter, but it was a sexual enjoyment that came from another type of fulfilment; I had been motivated by the idea that I would get to swallow his cum at the end of it. When I took the hit on the poppers, the feeling of urgency to get him to ejaculate was what was in the forefront of my mind. The second I tasted that sweet nectar, I was satisfied, but only momentarily. As I walked with my beer, I took out my phone and checked Grindr again, wondering if any other man close-by needed relief, and whether I could get another shot of the sperm I was now longing for.

I was about a 30 minute walk from my place, and as I strolled I stopped frequently to sit on a bench and check out the guys online and see if I had gone far enough for the grid to have changed. I would have been too worried about being recognised at home in London, but here the anonymity of a new city gave me the courage to be more daring than ever. I updated my username on my profile: “Cocksucker NOW” and continued walking, feeling safe that without a picture I still had some control over who I would contact. I ducked into a small corner store and picked up a fresh beer. When I came out to the street, I scanned again for a bench and saw a small green area further along, where I could sit and check my phone again.

BZZZZ, BZZZZ

Several messages came through when I clicked back to Grindr. A few saying “hi” or “hello”, but one message caught my eye: “You swallow?”. I clicked on and enjoyed the toned torso of his profile picture. “Yeah – free now,” I replied. “You host?” he shot back. “No, just passing by” I wrote, “Got a dick pic?” He replied with a picture of his long, thin cut cock. “Wanna empty my balls in the basement?” he wrote. His cock wasn’t massive, but not bad at all and he seemed to be in good shape. The fact that he was looking for a cocksucker who would swallow sealed the deal for me.

We exchanged another few messages and he explained that when he buzzed me in, I would have to wait for him to come down and follow him into the basement. He insisted it would just be a ‘suck and go’ – “Perfect!” I thought to myself. In no time I was standing before his building, buzzing apartment 35. He let me in and I waited as he commanded. He appeared in no time, much more built even than in his photo, young but either bald or with a shaved head – it was too dark to tell. He led me into a cold and damp basement, he propped the door slightly ajar so there was some light – enough to see that I could kneel down in front of him. There were no pleasantries; he pulled his dick out of his jogging bottoms and it swung around, rock hard. I leant forward and took him into my mouth.

He was frantic, going deep then pulling out; his thrusts were erratic, and we carried on like this for a while. Occasionally he would pull out and slap his hard cock around my face, but eventually I could tell from his moaning that he was getting close. He pulled and started jerking his cock in his hand. “Open wide,” he ordered, “and look at me!” I did exactly as I was told, looking him right in the eyes with my mouth open in anticipation. His jerking was getting faster and he used his other hand to hold me in place by my jaw. He lined his bellend up just beside my mouth and with a heave, he shot his first thick jet which missed my mouth and covered my nose and cheek. Three or four subsequent jets were on target, straight into my waiting mouth. I tasted his salty load on my tongue and was pleased to get my reward. When he finished shooting he rubbed his slimy dick around my nose and cheek, using Escort bayan Ankara he dick to collect the cum that had splashed on my face and rubbing it down into my mouth so that none went to waste. He obviously found it extremely hot seeing a man consume his nut and I was very happy to oblige.

When he was finished, I stood up and followed him back to the ground floor, he gestured to the exit and without a word disappeared down the hallway. I exited into the street and felt a deep satisfaction; the night air was fresh and I had dried cum on my face. I wanted another beer, but even more than that I wanted to swallow another cum load. I continued meandering down the street, not forgetting to save the guy’s profile to my favourites for another time. I hoped I would have another bite before reaching home. I was feeling slightly tipsy and started to gain a bit of Dutch courage. I took out my phone and called Charles…I had the image on his thick mushroom-headed cock imprinted on my mind and I loved how to use my throat as a pussy; no answer, so I sent a message asking if he was free – maybe by the time I got home, he would reply.

On the path home, I made one more stop off – an older Russian guy – he invited me into his hotel and seemed to want some company for the evening, despite me insisting I was just coming to suck him and leave. The encounter seemed a little too rushed for him, and I used my hand to jerk him off into my mouth. His jizz shot powerfully into my throat and several forceful jets – enough to make me cough and my eyes to water. I left satisfied with another warm load in my stomach, but what I really wanted was the hot spunk from a big, black cock. By the time I was nearing home, I still hadn’t received any reply from Charles and decided the only thing to do was to head into the woods. I made a beeline for the entrance.

I knew immediately as I neared the first clearing that it was quieter than usual at this time. I decided to do a lap of the enclosed park to see if anyone was around. I passed only one guy, and didn’t seem interested in engaging with me. “Was I too early?” I wondered – it was coming up to midnight, and the night was dark. I realised then that it was Monday night, the first time I had been there not on the weekend. I sat on my usual bench and decided to wait to see if it would pick up a little. I checked Grindr and saw a few people close by, but none were online. I got up to walk another lap and came across a man who seemed to be in reasonable shape; he gestured to me to follow him behind a tree which I did willingly. When we arrived after a minute to a clearing he obviously used frequently he knelt down and waited for me to approach. “Damn!” I thought to myself, apologising and explaining to him that I was a cocksucker too – we laughed it off and I continued deeper into the woods.

“It must be dry here tonight, if the only other guy is a cocksucker too,” I thought to myself, resigning myself to the potential of having to go to bed hungry. I stood back beside the bench taking one last scan of the scene, when a silhouette was walking towards me. A young, black guy with a wide smile on his face, “Ka-CHING,” I thought to myself. When he was beside me he started to make small talk, and I wondered at first if he wasn’t lost or mistaken about what was going on, but then I felt him take my hand and guide it inside his coat to press on his hard cock which was hanging out.

“Wanna suck me?” he asked, smiling.

“Sure!” I replied enthusiastically. I led him to the spot I had previously sucked in, which was fast becoming my ‘territory’. I knelt down with my back against the thick tree trunk for support and took his cock in my mouth like so many before that day.

He was thrusting into me and I was turned on when his seemingly innocent character gave way to a sleazy face-fucker:

“Yeah! suck that cock you fucking whore! – You gonna swallow that nut you fag!”

It turned me on to be treated like this by a guy that was younger than him. His dick slipped into my throat and on several thrusts I gagged and coughed. “Yeah, choke on that fat cock!” he roared. Suddenly, I could sense him gesturing to another guy and there was a second man standing in front of me. He was too close for me to see anything other than his crotch and he pulled out a large, cut cock – another Arabic guy – the first black guy leant down and whispered in my ear forcefully, “You’re gonna suck us both – and eat it fag!” I took turns on their cocks, sucking one and jerking the other with my free hand, then switching. They had similar sized dicks; one slightly longer, the other slightly thicker. I was in my element and we continued like this for a few minutes. I knew from the sounds around us that a small crowd had begun to form around us. I snatched a look around – at least 3 other men were observing us and itching in closer. Only days ago I would have been mortified at the thought of a crowd watching me service two strangers in this way, but my mindset was Bayan escort Ankara gradually changing and the beers had helped me to loosen up. Now what I wanted was to swallow their loads. What’s more, I wanted the men watching to know I had done it.

After some time, the second guy whose face I hadn’t even seen stepped closer to me; I realised he was getting ready to shoot. His thrusts increased and with a groan he shot into my mouth. As soon as he pulled out, the black guy’s dick took its place as the man moved away into the bushes only for his place to be taken by another stranger and unbuckled his jeans, pulled out his dick and started jerking it off inches from my face. Suddenly, it was the black guy’s turn to pick up the pace and he became even more verbal and demeaning in front of the crowd.

“Yeah you cum rag, you’re gonna eat my eat, you faggot!” It was hot, and I wanted nothing more than to taste his sperm. After a moment he too shot in my mouth. I dutifully swallowed and he pulled out making space for the next cock to invade my mouth. I watched the black guy out of the corner of my eye, as I sucked the next dick, tidying himself and buttoning up his jeans. He leant down towards me and whispered again.

“You’re gonna suck off any man here who wants to be sucked, ok faggot?” and he stood back and watched.

Over the next twenty minutes, I drained two more dicks, as a few other men came close to observe the action but didn’t get involved themselves. When the last one ejaculated, I swallowed and stayed kneeling for a moment waiting to see if anyone else wanted to feed me, but the crowd slowly dissipated. I only saw the back of the black guy as he walked away without a farewell. I felt satisfied with myself and decided it was a good time to head home. I did one more lap of the park, in case someone interesting might pop up and then I started down the path back to my apartment.

When I arrived home, I felt wide awake. It was 1am, but I had slept late and didn’t feel like going to bed yet. I logged back into Grindr to see who was around. “Just one more load, then I can sleep,” I kept saying to myself. There was a message from a blank profile, it had only his age listed 22 and his race; mixed. He was less than 50 meters away, I imagined it was one of the hot guys I always passed in the shisha bar right outside my apartment building. I wrote back, “hey man, horny?” I had to wait a few minutes for a reply, but it was worth it when it came. A photo of a slim, well-toned, young athletic body with a thick hard cock and perfect pink tip and he had a beautiful caramel skin tone. “You do Gloryhole?” he asked. I wasn’t sure what he meant. I mean I obviously knew what a gloryhole was, but was there a gay sauna or something close by, I wasn’t sure. “I’m just at home, you wanna come over?” I replied. “You ain’t got a gloryhole at yours?” he replied, “I don’t show face.”

Suddenly, it clicked, he wanted to stay anonymous. “Shit!” I thought, “I wish I had a gloryhole.” Then in a flash I had an idea; I had seen those profiles guys put up, gloryhole and it’s just a curtain. My apartment was perfect for it. The front door opened to a narrow corridor which all the other rooms came off. All I had to do was hang a curtain in the corridor a few feet from the door. The guy could come in a few feet, not even really be in the apartment, and I would be waiting behind the curtain. I looked around. I had brought a big bed sheet with me. I set about installing a homemade gloryhole and when it was reasonably fixed in place I sent a picture to my beautiful caramel boy.

I set about making it comfortable for me; I set out the poppers within easy reach, some tissues and cushions for my knees. The caramel boy replied that he was on his way, I sent him the door codes and set the door ever so slightly ajar, then I went behind the curtain and assumed my position. I had cut a slit about crotch level to welcome the guy’s cock and rested my hand in it, so he would see it clearly when he arrived.

I heard the door creak and my heart skipped several beats, as the gravity of inviting a complete stranger into my home took hold. It seemed like an eternity that I waited and I wondered what he could be doing as I heard him shuffling around on the other side of the curtain. Then finally his cock came poking through the slit. It was stunning, even more amazing than the photo he had sent me. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was indeed one of the sexy guys I had passed on the way into the building. His cock had that beautiful smoothness and fullness of youth. His bush was fluffy and his balls smelled divine. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as possible, so I started slowly massaging his balls and licked around his crotch. He moaned, obviously appreciating the attention, before I dove in and took his meat into my mouth. I sucked him gently and deeply, not wanting to make him cum – instead savouring this beautiful dick for as long as I could.

I reached down and took a hit of poppers and let my mind wander and imagine all the not-out men I could invite to this gloryhole. I imagined a queue of beautiful muscular men lining up from the shisha bar waiting for their turn to be sucked and to release their load into the willing cumdump. “God! I wanted to taste this guy’s sweet caramel syrup!” I thought to myself over and over.

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I was on my stomach. My tongue nestled in Georgie’s ass crack as she also lay on her stomach on the bed in front of me. She was sucking Chas’s cock – her husband. Behind her, I was slowly moistening her anus, in preparation for what I was about to give her. Around my waist was my new blue jelly dong, complete with the strap on attachment that would allow me to fuck my best friend in the ass. Behind me, my ex-boss Al was wanking his fat cock knowing that the moment I started fucking my best friend in the ass, he would shove his cock into my hungry cunt, completing a horny chain that was being filmed by Steve, my husband.

For those of you who are reading this and haven’t read any of my other stories, I guess I should explain!

My name is Dee, and I am a married woman who likes to ‘play’. I am 42, still in good shape, with long legs, nice boobies and blonde hair. Most guys say my ass is me best feature, but I think it is my eyes! I love to stare deeply into a man’s eyes as I suck his cock, letting him know that I want him to cum in my mouth. Oh shit, I am digressing again.

Georgie is my best friend, and occasional lover. She is a buxom brunette, with an incredible talented mouth, able to quickly pleasure men or women.

Chas is Georgie’s husband, and he is also a real deviate, responsible for my initial venture into the world of extra-marital sexual adventures. He is a little short, somewhat tubby, but loves to eat pussy and has made me cum purely with his tongue many, many times.

Al is my ex-boss. I started working for Al many years ago as a real estate agent. He is now 63, but still a randy old bugger, and when we get together, we always end up doing something naughty!

Lastly, Steve is my husband. He and I have been married for years, having met in high school. We have a great relationship, and enjoy turning each other on with the help of additional sex partners. Unlike me, he is purely heterosexual, and likes best to watch me play up, take some photos, shoot some video for posterity’s sake, then fuck the shit out of me too!

So back to the story!

We were having dinner one night at our place, Georgie, Chas, Steve and I, when Al dropped by to ask if Steve and I would look after his dog while he was away. Seeing we were in for a night of naughty fun, he joined us for a few drinks before suggesting he take all four of us out to the local adult toy shop for some fun as a thank you for looking after the dog.

Finishing our meal, we were all pretty tipsy, apart from Al, who drove us all in his SUV.

I was wearing a short mini with some strappy sandals and a small thong panty, with a tank top and no bra. It was 34 degrees in the middle of summer, and the heat was causing small drips of perspiration to form and dribble down between my tits.

Georgie was wearing skin tight workout pants, and a lovely t-shirt with her flats. Chas and Steve were both dressed casually in shorts and shirts, while Al was wearing long trousers and a button up shirt.

Arriving at World 4 Adults, we all jumped out of the car and headed inside. Al had bought me toys in the past when I worked for him, and I knew I was in for a treat.

Inside the shop we all knew very well, there were a few men scanning the shelves of dvd’s and magazines. Towards the rear of the store, there were three other sections; the toys, the clothes & lingerie, and the small number of cubicles you guys all call ‘gloryhole booths’.

Pinching my bum as we walked through the door, Al said, “So blondie, what sort of toy you after tonight?”

“Nothing special” I lied.

“Well, I’ll make you a deal babe” he said.

“Let me watch you use it tonight and I’ll buy you any toy you want in the shop. Sound good?”

“I’m in” said my husband, Steve.

“OOOH, so you’d be happy to let Al watch me with any toy I choose provided he pays for it?” I asked, pretending to be shocked!

“Absolutely. You know me babe!” he smiled back at me.

Hearing this, I grabbed Georgie by the hand and we headed for the clothes and lingerie section first. I always love to check out the latest fuckwear, and Georgie and I have posed together many times in kinky stuff for Chas and Steve before fucking them, and each other, senseless!

Anyway, we spent a few minutes checking out the sexy things, while the men scanned the shelves of dvd’s and made comments about the various movies. Some of the other customers I noticed were slowly moving closer to Georgie and myself, checking us out. Knowing this, I started to tease a little.

“Georgie, what do you think Ankara bayan escort of this?” I asked, reaching for a vibrator that had the attached clit tickler.

“MMMmmm, I already have one of those” she said, “And believe me, it is fabulous!”

“OOoh, so it works then? You mean it makes you cum really well?” I asked, in an exaggerated, slightly louder than normal voice.

“OH god yes, makes my pussy thrash in seconds flat, plus, I can then fuck myself for ages to a second orgasm too. No need for men at all really!” she giggled, winking at me as we both realised a man in his fifties was sneaking closer.

“Well then, I have GOT to get one.”

I reached forward so my mini skirt raised above my butt cheeks, I selected a pink one of the vibrators, before taking Georgie by the hand and moving down the aisle to the dongs, knowing that the guy watching us closely now had received a good flash of my butt cheeks and hopefully the small string thong buried between my butt cheeks.

As we reached the dongs, we noticed the men had gone into the movie booth section at the rear of the store.

“Maybe they’re going to suck each other through the glory holes” said Georgie.

I giggled, remembering the three occasions when her and I had done just that!

Suddenly, a large blue jelly dong strap on caught my eye. It stuck out from the rest because the crutch brace was made from a really lovely teal leather, rather than the standard black. The dong was one of the really lovely, flexible jelly types, and was about nine inches long. It’s head was actually reasonably small, but the shaft thickened along it’s length, until it’s full width was fixed to the base of the cradle.

“Wow” I said as I tool the packet from the shelf, my fingers tracing the outline of the wonderful feeling fake cock.

“Oh lord” said Georgie, “I haven’t seen one like THAT before!”

I passed the pink vibrator to Georgie, and with my newest toy in my hand, lead her to the movie booths where we found the boys all crammed into one small booth watching a white woman being banged by three really, really big black guys.

“Typical” I said, “Three white guys wishing they were black!”

Al lunged at me and pinched my bum, catching my cheek, making me yelp.

“Bastard”.

“And don’t you forget it, Al!” I smirked back, wiggling my bum as I lead Georgie back towards the store.

“Come on you guys. Georgie and I want to get home so we can road test our new toys!”

“Hang on Dee” said Al, as he passed the lingerie section and selected two matching teddies for us.

“OOoh Al, you must really be in the mood to watch us honey.”

“Listen sweetcheeks, any time I get the chance to watch you and make me hard, I’m gonna be in the mood.”

Fast forward a short while and we were back home and I made sure everyone had a drink. Then, Georgie and I headed to the bedroom to try on our new teddies that Al had bought us.

“Wow, Dee, Al is such a sweety – was he always so easy to excite when you worked together?”

“God, yes!” I smiled, “He was like putty in my hand, and loved me teasing him!”.

My mind wandered back to some of the times I had fooled around with Al whilst working with him at the estate agency. We’d shared many good times, he’d made me rich, and I’d enjoyed teasing and fucking him for a number of years now. It’s funny, I really enjoyed our sex together, despite the fact Al is now 60, slightly fat and has a balding head. His tongue and dick defy his years and the fun he has shared with me make him one of my truly best friends and a great lover on occasions.

“Stop fucking about and get on with the show will ya, Blondie?” Al suddenly chirped, interrupting my reminiscing just as my pussy began to tingle, recalling the last time he and Steve had double fucked me in my office.

On the stereo Steve had put some Chris Isaak, which always gets me going. The sound if his voice just makes me want to do many bad, bad things!

As his smooth voice echoed in the background, Steve served some drinks, whilst Georgie and I walked hand in hand out into the lounge room wearing our matching teddies that Al had bought us. They looked great, and I had added some stiletto heels for both of us to finish the outfit off. As the music played, we sipped the champagne Steve had given us, before I took Georgie and lead her up onto our large wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. If that table could talk, it could tell many wicked tales of wanton displays, let me tell you!

Anyway, as the Escort bayan Ankara music played, the three men settled in on my leather couches to watch the show we were performing in front of them as we danced. My arms were around Georgie’s neck, and hers were gripping my hips as we swayed. Wanting to give the boys a better show, I moved us so we were facing them side on, and they had a clear view of anything we did as we danced. I looked Georgie in the eye, winked at her, then slowly, ever so slowly, raised my mouth to hers. My tongue snaked its way out of my own mouth, and made contact with her lips. My eyes were closed, and I thrilled in the warm sensuality of the first contact my tongue made with her lower lip. As it did so, she opened her mouth, before also snaking her sexy, wet tongue out, meeting my own in a delightfully erotic moment as the two female tongues entwined and licked at each other as we danced.

Horny, I suddenly gripped her hard and we pashed, our faces, boobs and tongues now locked in a full, open mouth kiss in front of the men. Out of view, my tongue searched for Georgie’s as we kissed and began to make love as we danced. Georgie’s hand lifted to find my breast, and her right leg forced it’s way between mine so that our pelvises were now also grinding against one another.

“Yeah girls, now you’re making me hard you sexy wenches!” said Al.

I glanced sideways and noticed Steve, Al and Chas were all watching intently as we tongue kissed standing on the coffee table in front of them. I loved knowing I was making three dicks hard, and the thought of what was to come spurred me on in my love making with my best friend Georgie.

After several minutes of tongue twisted kissing, I lowered my head to her breasts, confined in the tight, stretchy material of the teddy. I bit down on the strap on her right shoulder, and released her boob from its confines. Then, in an effort to further excite the three cocks sitting nearby, I lapped at her nipple with my tongue, like a puppy licking from a bowl. Georgie moaned and threw her head back, her nipple rapidly stiffening as I tongued it time and time again. I thrived on the effect my tongue was having, and delighted when I felt her hand drop to my pussy and find my clit inside the material of my own teddy.

I parted my legs slightly, allowing her better access to my clit. It also meant I was able to push against her fingers with my hips, grinding my love button against her flickering fingers, increasing my arousal rapidly. Georgie’s fingers made short work of honing in on my pleasure point and before long we were both writhing to the music, dancing and making each other horny as hell.

As my pleasure increased I glanced once more at the men and realised they were each releasing their cocks from their trousers. I recognised them all. Steve, my husband, eight inches and very thick, perfect for fucking, but hard to deep throat and rather awkward to comfortably take in the ass. Chas, my best friend’s husband, and my regular, but secret, lover. His was about seven inches long, narrow in the shaft with a mushroom type head, perfect for anal sex. Many times I had used these two tools to double fuck myself to mind blowing orgasms. Then there was Al. He was the surprise package of them all. My chubby former boss and business partner, now retired and punchy in the belly, possessed a wonderful love making weapon. It was all of nine inches long, and quite thick too, and managed to touch me in places neither Steve or Chas were capable of.

A sudden squeeze of my clit snapped my mind back to the woman in my arms.

“Hey you rude bitch. How about concentrating on the task at hand?” Georgie laughed as I kissed her back and apologised for letting the sight of three men pulling their cocks out distract me from my lesbian lovemaking!

We continued to kiss and make love as the men began commenting and encouraging us to go further.

I smiled back at my girlfriend, and lowered her to the floor, where we locked in a furious 69 in front of the men. I lapped at the clitoris I knew so well, as Georgie pushed her finger inside me as her tongue hit my clit and began to flicker back and forth across the trigger for my climax that was rapidly developing.

“Spread your legs blondie, I want to see that tongue on your hot cunt!” said Al, his firey and direct words making me wanton with lust as I face fucked my girlfriend in front of my husband and lovers.

Two minutes later, I felt a set of lips on my breast as I sucked my girlfriend’s pussy. It was Al. He’d Bayan escort Ankara joined us on the floor as our hubbies watched and wanked their cocks. The sudden mouthing of my nipple crashed me over the edge and Georgie and I both started to cum. On my tongue I felt the sudden shaking and quivering of her orgasm, just as my own made my boobs shake and my head thrash a little. It was a wonderful climax but I knew it was only the entrée to the main show I wanted to start right then.

I decided I was going to fuck my girlfriend Georgie in the ass with my new jelly strap on cock whilst she used her new vibrator to make her cum again. I rose from the carpet, and lead Georgie by the hand, with our toys, into our large main bedroom. Our bed sits on a timber platform, so it looks like a stage in the middle of the room. On each side there is a leather couch, and Al, Steve and Chas positioned themselves, naked and erect, in the chairs to watch the action.

We rolled around a little on the bed first, kissing and laughing, until I whispered into Georgie’s ear what I was planning. I knew Georgie had become somewhat of an anal fan since I had organised her anal gang bang about a year earlier. (See Georgie’s Anal story!) As the boys saw us getting prepared, the excitement was too much for them, and they approached us and the orgy began in full swing. Steve, my horny husband who is also a total voyeur, grabbed his favourite toy, his video camera, and began to fim his slutty wife and friends on his very own bed!

I was on my stomach. My tongue nestled in Georgie’s ass crack as she also lay on her stomach on the bed in front of me. She was sucking Chas’s cock – her husband. Behind her, I was slowly moistening her anus, in preparation for what I was about to give her. Around my waist was my new blue jelly dong, complete with the strap on attachment that would allow me to fuck my best friend in the ass. Behind me, my ex-boss Al was wanking his fat cock knowing that the moment I started fucking my best friend in the ass, he would shove his cock into my hungry cunt, completing a horny chain that was being filmed by Steve, my husband.

As Georgie sucked Chas’s cock, I moved up from my stomach onto my knees, and smiled at my husband Steve as he filmed. Behind me, Al was fingering my pussy, and slipped his thumb into my own ass as I positioned myself to fuck Georgie’s bum.

I smeared a generous amount of lubricant onto the head of the jelly strap on, and approached her now puckered anus. Momentarily she stopped sucking Chas’s cock, long enough to take a small amount of lube and smother it around her asshole, before guiding the head of ‘my’ cock into her tight ass. I felt amazing as Georgie moaned deeply and returned to suck her hubbies dick. I eased in a few inches, until her sphincter relaxed, allowing me to slide the remaining inches deep into her ass. I gripped her by the boobs in the classic doggy position, and began ass fucking my best friend in earnest. She was wild now, and her poor hubby nearly had his dick bitten off as I fucked her in the ass.

Behind me, Al inserted his cock into my pussy, and reached around to squeeze my boobies at the same time. Steve kept filming, and I stopped long enough to notice his fat cock was missive, bursting with blood and semen as he watched me, his wife, fuck the ass of a woman who was sucking his best friends’ cock, whilst his own wife was being fucked from behind and having her tits played with.

It made quite a movie as the action unfolded over the next fifteen minutes or so.

Finally, it was too much for Chas and he shouted to us all that he was cumming in Georgie’s mouth as I fucked her ass.

Georgie obviously was close too, because suddenly I felt her cumming, the pink vibrator on her clit doing the job as I ass fucked her. She swallowed Chas’s every drop and climaxed so hard that the dildo I was fucking her ass with popped out and she thrashed about, not wanting to let the dick slip from her mouth as she swallowed its semen surprise.

Behind me, dirty old Al jammed a finger into my own ass and came deep inside me, his hot goo spewing into me as I felt his finger invade my asshole.

Still holding the camera, my own husband Steve spewed his hot cum all over the carpet, his hand pumping furiously as the white liquid shot across the air and landed in puddles on the floor.

I was the only one who missed out!

Demanding as always, I lay on my bed, spreadeagled, and demanded they all lick and finger m to orgasm. It was an amazing cum, and the moment I began to climax, Steve jammed Georgie’s new vibrator into my sopping cunt and fucked me through the orgasm. I still shudder in excitement every time I watch the tape of the night I fucked my best friend in the ass with my new strap on. Georgie has invited me to an all girl party this weekend, so it is packed and ready in my travel bag…………

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“Sometimes, it feels like the whole world is against me,” Yusuf Sharif said to himself. Sitting on a bench inside the Bayshore Shopping Center, one of Ottawa’s busiest malls, Yusuf watched folks walking by. Even now, he was aware of subtle changes happening within himself, and in his perceptions. A certain awareness, of sorts. For a long time, he wished it would go away. Now he was slowly accepting it…

Is the world ready for an openly bisexual man of Somali descent? Yusuf had certainly never heard of any Somali person, male or female, who admitted to being anything other than heterosexual. For the thousandth time, Yusuf was thankful that he’d been born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, as opposed to Puntland, his father Ahmed Sharif’s birthplace. If Yusuf lived there and people found out he had such feelings, he’d be a dead man.

Yusuf’s eyes locked onto a couple walking by, a slim Asian guy with too-tight pants and spiky hair, holding hands with a pretty blonde-haired young woman. The pair made their way to the crowded food court. Yusuf shook his head, for something inside told him beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mr. Tight Pants didn’t sleep with girls. The dude wasn’t bisexual, he couldn’t be. Nope, he only liked dudes. Had to be the blonde’s chick platonic shopping buddy.

“Whatever makes you happy,” Yusuf muttered, wondering why a lot of women went for guys who were so blatantly unavailable, when, in his not-so-distant straight days, he got friend-zoned by a lot of women. Isn’t that always the case? When a man is decent, normal, and nothing out of the ordinary, ladies see him as too bland, too boring and too available. Oh, well…

For a brief moment, Yusuf wondered if, now that he was a sexually confused, down-on-his-luck, self-admitted ( but presently celibate ) bisexual man, instead of a too-available and presumably eager straight dude, would chicks start coming onto him? After all, didn’t women always go for men with something wrong with them? Hmmm. Yusuf decided that it was going to be interesting to find out…

Yusuf’s eyes kept going back to that unusual pair, and he was puzzled by this, because neither of them was his type. The blonde gal had no ass, and Yusuf, who likes a big round ass on a woman, couldn’t forgive that. The dude whom Blondie was walking around with seemed to ooze femininity, and Yusuf really, really disliked such characteristics in a man. Yusuf always turned down the effeminate dudes if they so much as came within sniffing distance of him.

A few moments later, while lining up at Subway, Mr. Tight Pants, still holding hands with the blonde gal, subtly scanned the vast room. Mr. Tight Pants eyes met Yusuf’s, and Yusuf quickly looked away. Yusuf checked his watch, and continued to feel the stranger’s gaze on him. After a while, Yusuf looked up, and saw that the pair had moved on. They were both laughing about something, and, predictably, Mr. Tight Pants voice was as high-pitched as that of his blonde lady friend…

“Confirmation,” Yusuf said to himself, shaking his head. The only men who make such intense eye contact with men they don’t even know are men who are into men. Yusuf continued his solitary observation of the world around him. The world of a man who, for the longest time, identified as straight, only to recently become aware of his emerging bisexuality. At first, Yusuf fought those feelings, and was now struggling to accept them.

Yusuf recalled how, a few days ago, while walking around the Rideau Shopping Center in downtown Ottawa, he was approached by a tall, older White man. The old cat was on the prowl, well-dressed, and confident. He was without a doubt the kind of man who was used to enticing young men to his bed because of his money. Yusuf, disgusted by the old dude’s blatant come-on, harshly turned him down.

“Not interested, bozo,” Yusuf said angrily, before walking away from Mr. Rich Geezer. As a tall young Black man in a dark hoodie and loose-fitting jeans, Yusuf was used to having people stare at him. The old White dudes were the worst. They seemed to have a virulent hatred for young Black men. The very thought of going to bed with one of those bozos who had so much power in Canadian society and used it to oppress others irked Yusuf. Thanks but no thanks.

For the longest time, Yusuf wondered why, all of a sudden, guys started coming onto him. This puzzled him because it didn’t use to happen before. Yusuf looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if he looked, acted, or dressed in a way that invited them. He’d spent his whole life being a regular guy, watching lots of man/woman and female/female porn, and going on dates with women. He had sex with women. He liked it. So, what gives?

In Yusuf’s experience, most gay males that he knew were blatantly obvious. They had funny voices, womanly mannerisms, and seemed more comfortable in the company of women than in that of regular men. Yusuf wasn’t like that. He didn’t have a fondness for tight clothing, he didn’t sound like a woman, and he looked, acted and dressed Kurtköy Escort like a regular guy, thank you very much.

Of course, Yusuf knew that there were gay men out there who looked and sounded ‘normal,’ and he didn’t mind being on friendly terms with a few. He wasn’t looking for sex or anything. He was just learning to be comfortable with the fact that he was bisexual. Lots of gay men had their doubts about the existence of male bisexuality, and Yusuf was the first to tell them to fuck off. He didn’t owe these people anything. He was fine going his own way, all by himself. Thank you very much.

As Yusuf began to do more research about the LGBT community, from intensely personal YouTube testimonials to dull, clinical academic works, he realized that they were a complex, varied bunch. The majority of gay men and bisexual men looked and sounded exactly like most straight men, but the effeminate gay males were the most visible members of the LGBT community and seemed to be its leaders, for some reason.

A certain die-hard hatred for bisexuals, especially bisexual men, seemed to be part of the LGBT community’s bread and butter. Even bisexual women seemed to have something against bisexual men, considering them strange and not worthy as potential lovers or partners. This baffled Yusuf, but then again, the young Somali Muslim realized that he really should not be surprised. Very little about these people made sense…

Yusuf wondered if there was a society or club for bisexual men, and wondered if there was a way to tell bisexual men apart from gay men and straight men. Most of the time, Yusuf felt sexually attracted to women, but he wasn’t hetero. Yusuf couldn’t use himself as a measuring stick because he didn’t think of himself as somehow representative of a community which he knew so little about. He hoped that some clarity would come with time.

Yusuf sighed deeply, and continued his observations. When his eyes followed a tall, big-bottomed young Arab woman in a Hijab and Yoga pants, he smiled. Yusuf absolutely loves big-bottomed women, and was rejoiced by the fact that they still appealed to his senses. He didn’t want to wake up one day with zero attraction to women. Yusuf didn’t roll like that. Of course, it might help if the ladies didn’t ignore him, of course…

“Nobody wants you until someone else has you,” said Abdi Dawod, one of Yusuf’s best friends, as they talked about life, early in their friendship. Yusuf smiled, remembering Abdi’s words of wisdom when it came to sex and relationships. Yusuf met Abdi during his first day at Algonquin College. The tall, bald-headed, dark-skinned and muscular young Somali man with the easy smile and confident stride took an immediate liking to Yusuf, and they became pals.

As it turns out, Yusuf and Abdi had a lot in common. They were both in the Police Foundations programme, and being up and coming young Somali Muslim men, they totally bonded. Yusuf missed Abdi, big-time. For Yusuf, going through this…mess, would be a lot easier if his best friend was around. Unfortunately, Abdi was in the province of Alberta, working in the oil and gas industry.

“Amen to that, brother,” Yusuf replied, and he and Abdi exchanged dap. Yusuf closed his eyes briefly, remembering those not too distant days. He and Abdi were tight, two good friends hanging out at school and beyond. At the time, Abdi was dating a fine Hispanic chick named Roxana Sanchez and he introduced Yusuf to a cute Jamaican chick named Eloise Waller.

For Yusuf, once he took a look at Eloise fine ass, which made Serena Williams look small, it was love at first sight. Yusuf grinned and opened his eyes, remembering those great times he and Eloise had. The five-foot-ten, long-haired, athletic and curvy, big-bottomed and gorgeously dark-skinned Jamaican cutie absolutely loved sex and could go on like the Energizer Bunny. Yusuf couldn’t get enough of her…

“You love this ass,” Eloise said to Yusuf as they came home from the movies one night, and chilled at his Rez. Yusuf sat on the couch, watching Eloise as she slipped out of her outfit, a red tank top which captured her big breasts, and booty shorts that her thick ass was threatening to burst out of. Eloise looked hot as fuck, and Yusuf wanted to smash…badly.

“Hell yeah, cutie, now come here,” Yusuf said, slapping his knee for emphasis, and Eloise flashed him a coy smile before complying. Yusuf grinned, his heart thundering in his chest as Eloise came near, and then sat on his lap. Tentatively, Yusuf reached for Eloise breasts, and caressed them gently. He reached for her thick ass cheeks, his real target, and squeezed them none too gently…

“The booty chaser, what are you going to do to me?” Eloise asked, sticking her tongue out, and Yusuf grinned, and smacked her ass. Eloise yelped, and yielded to Yusuf as he drew her into his arms, and they began to do their thing. Yusuf kissed Eloise passionately, and then laid her on the couch. Spreading her thick, dark thighs, Yusuf inhaled Kurtköy Escort Bayan Eloise womanly scent, then went to work on her pussy.

“Nobody eats pussy better than me,” Yusuf said proudly, and he proceeded to show Eloise that he was a man of his word. He buried his face between Eloise legs and ate her pussy like a champ, sucking on her clit and fingering her pussy. Eloise moaned softly as Abdi did his thing, eating her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Yusuf loved to pleasure females in this manner, and took great pride in coaxing an orgasm or two out of them…

“Dammit, Yusuf, that was fun,” Eloise said in a husky, sexy voice. Yusuf grinned, for he was just getting started. Yusuf was pleasantly surprised when Eloise reached for his manhood and began stroking him. In Yusuf’s experience with ladies from the Caribbean, they didn’t like to suck dick, unlike the White girls whom he occasionally hooked up with. Eloise proved to be the exception…

“Damn, Eloise, you’re a freak,” Yusuf murmured as the freaky Jamaican gal knelt before him and sucked his dick. Eloise winked at Yusuf and caressed his balls while sucking his dick. Yusuf relaxed and enjoyed what his girlfriend did for him. After Eloise polished his fuck stick and had him hard as a rock, Yusuf grabbed a condom and put her on all fours. Time to smash that thick Caribbean booty…

“Beat that pussy up,” Eloise said, grinding her big round ass against Yusuf’s groin. Smiling, Yusuf caressed Eloise ass, and smacked it. With a quick thrust, he buried his dick in her pussy. As they began to fuck in earnest, Yusuf quickly realized that Eloise sex game was second to none. The freaky Jamaican chick gave as good as she got, her pussy gripping his dick as he fucked her.

“Ride me,” Yusuf told Eloise, as they switched positions, a little while later. Eloise grinned at Yusuf, who lay flat on the living room carpet, stroking his hard dick. She came and impaled herself on his manhood, and then began to ride him. Yusuf smacked Eloise’s big round ass and slammed his dick into her pussy. Eloise rode him hard, shrieking in pleasure as Yusuf pinched her nipples, smacked her ass and fucked her roughly.

“To many more days like this one,” Eloise said to Yusuf, smiling, as they lay in bed later that night. Still seated on the bench, Yusuf smiled at the memory. He’d lost track of Eloise after graduating from Algonquin College. She moved to the City of Toronto, to continue her education at Ryerson University. Yusuf really missed Eloise. If she’d still been in his life, with her killer sex moves, he ( probably ) wouldn’t be confused…

Yusuf got up, and as he did so, another couple walked by. A tall, fine-looking young Black woman with dreadlocks and a portly, balding White guy who was at least ten years older than her. Without realizing it, Yusuf kind of stared at them, and what the couple did next surprised him. Miss Dreadlocks threw her arms around Mr. Pudgy and kissed him passionately, and then, looking at Yusuf, she smacked his chubby ass for emphasis.

“Whatever makes you happy,” Yusuf muttered under his breath as he kept on walking. The young Black woman’s actions didn’t surprise Yusuf. In the City of Ottawa and probably elsewhere, Black women who date White guys tend to show them off to whatever Black man happens to be around. Once again, Yusuf was surprised…not by his reaction but by his lack thereof.

Yusuf remembered when, a while ago, the sight of a fine-looking Black woman with a man who isn’t Black would piss him off and make him burn with jealousy. Yusuf recalled his heart wincing upon seeing such couples. Now he felt…nothing. Gone was the heart wince. He was puzzled by this lack of a reaction, and wondered what it could mean. Seriously, what the fuck?

Yusuf recalled a disturbing dream he’d had…a few weeks ago. He met a young woman named Mona at school, and they were supposed to chill together. Mona, a tall, slim but thick, chocolate-skinned cutie originally from Liberia seemed quite interesting when Yusuf met her at the Algonquin College library. They exchanged numbers and talked a lot over the next few weeks. Yusuf invited her to go see the Jordan Peele movie Us, the horror flick everyone was raving about…

“Sorry, my boss called me for work,” Mona told Yusuf, cancelling their plans three hours before they were supposed to meet at the Scotiabank theater in the east end of Ottawa. Yusuf was disappointed and saddened, before he really thought Mona was cool. Also, Mona was the first female whom Yusuf found himself attracted to since Eloise skipped town.

“It’s alright, Mona, another time,” Yusuf replied, even though he knew that the Liberian gal was blowing him off. She was probably at home, laughing at him with her girlfriends, or one of those effeminate guys that women seemed to collect like accessories. Another one bites the dust, Yusuf thought, shaking his head.

With his dear Eloise gone and those intense sexual fantasies about men clouding his consciousness, Escort Kadıköy Yusuf really wanted to have sex with another woman and hopefully straighten himself out. Mona seemed so damn promising, especially given how cute her ass looked in Yoga pants. Yusuf actually had a boner when he first saw Mona at the school library. She’d been bending over, tying her shoelaces when he first spotted her…

Yusuf felt drawn to Mona and saw her as the solution to his problem. Yusuf didn’t start to feel same-sex desires until after Eloise was gone. When Eloise was around, sucking and riding Yusuf’s dick several times a week, he was totally straight. Yusuf wanted to purge those homo feelings from his mind, and there was only one way to do that. Yusuf figured that once he got some pussy, everything would be back to normal…

Yusuf didn’t see anything appealing about the local LGBT community. In Ottawa, they weren’t the nicest people, to say the least. They were lily-White, uptight, fussy, artificial, full of masculine gals and effeminate males, and they were also weirdly racist against racial minorities while claiming to be oppressed. Oh, and they seemed to think that condoms were optional and that men having sex with other men in public washrooms was the epitome of coolness. Hanging out with them didn’t appeal to Yusuf at all…

In Yusuf’s mind, he was all about the ladies, and if he ever went for a fella, it wouldn’t be one of those weirdoes, thank you very much. Yusuf was disgusted by those bozos out there who act girly, sound girly, walk around with women while gossiping like bitches and have sex with male strangers in public washrooms. Nope, Yusuf loves the ladies but if he ever switched up, it would be for…his best friend.

Yusuf recalled the dream he had about Abdi, and in spite of himself, he smiled. In Yusuf’s dream, he and Abdi were chilling, having come home one night after dancing with the ladies at the club. They were just chilling on the couch, watching Black Mirror on Netflix when Abdi suddenly looked at Yusuf and smiled in a most mysterious way…

“Yusuf, have I ever told you how handsome you are?” Abdi said, and Yusuf grinned, and shrugged. If any other man said those words to Yusuf, he would have clocked him. When Abdi drew near and kissed him, Yusuf didn’t protest and instead kissed him back. Next thing Yusuf knew, he and Abdi had undressed and begun doing things that were haram but felt so good…

Yusuf woke up screaming, and felt both happiness and shame as he recalled the things which he and Abdi did…in the dream. They kissed and fondled one another, and then made passionate love. Yusuf had been with over a dozen women in his lifetime, and he vividly remembered doing things with Abdi which he honestly hadn’t thought possible…

“Some dream,” Yusuf remembered saying to himself, as he looked down at his rock-hard erection, and he smiled. In the dream, he and Abdi had stroked each other’s dicks, taking their sweet time pleasuring one another, and that had been just for starters. Yusuf went to take a shower, and although he put aside any thought of ever crossing that line with Abdi, or any other man, that dream was one of his fondest memories.

Yusuf flogged his memory for whatever might have triggered his dream about his best buddy Abdi. Yusuf had never even thought of Abdi in this manner during their Algonquin College days. Nope, Yusuf was straight as an arrow until fairly recently. Yusuf’s sexual confusion began after Eloise and Abdi moved away. As far as Yusuf knew, Abdi was straight. The tall, athletic Somali Muslim brother banged half the chicks at Algonquin College during his time there. No way he played for the other team, even part-time…

Still, Yusuf remembered times when Abdi commented on other men’s physiques while working out in the gym. At the time, Yusuf didn’t think anything of those comments. Perhaps Abdi was bisexual, like him? Nah, Yusuf couldn’t see it. Abdi was straight, and honestly, Yusuf didn’t want his best buddy going through the same trials and tribulations he was experiencing. He wouldn’t wish them on anyone…

Shrugging his broad shoulders, Yusuf continued to walk around the Bayshore Mall. Feeling famished but unsure of what to eat, he strolled through the Food Court. With his new awareness, Yusuf saw…them. The middle-aged Black man with the White wife and the mixed daughters dining at the table near Tim Horton’s. When the fella looked up and his eyes met Yusuf’s, the young man smiled and kept on walking. Kindred spirit, Yusuf thought.

Yusuf watched as a trio of tall, athletic young Black women walked by, full of confidence, attitude and sass. He admired them and smiled, and when one turned, saw him and shot him an angry look, he just shrugged it off. For the thousandth time Yusuf wondered why so many young Black women were guarded, or downright combattive, whenever a Black man happened to be near. Oh, well, life happens…

Yusuf continued his walk, and came across a fairly interesting duo. Two young, well-dressed men, a slim, almost elfin guy and a tall, burly, buff and muscular, brown-skinned dude, walked by. Upon closer inspection, Yusuf noticed that they were holding hands. Yusuf’s eyes met the buff dude’s, and they exchanged a respectful nod before Yusuf walked past the mismatched pair.

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I have no idea when I finally fell asleep last night, and I’m not really sure what time it is as Sherry spoons her naked body into me. Hell, I don’t even remember her getting in bed with me. All I know for sure is that it’s barely light outside, and I’m still horny.My weak, rational brain is haunted with fuzzy recollections of my little dick on Viagra, my cuffed wrists bound and secured to my collar, and a realistic, vibrating rubber cock shoved up my butt.My more dominant sissy brain, however, loves every bit of it. It glows with excitement over the humiliation I felt when Brenda and Sherry, after working me into an erotic frenzy, merrily departed my bedroom to have sex by themselves.Alone in the dark, I struggled with the words Brenda said before they abandoned me. ‘Your mind is your most erotic sex organ’. She then told me if I wanted to cum, I was going to have to do it myself. ‘Use your mind’, she said as I begged her to jack me off.Fuck, does she not know how a man is wired? Of course, she does. She knows more about the male anatomy than I do. Mentally, she’s turned me into a feminine sissy, but physically, my body still functions as a male. Men cum with their cocks, not their fucking minds!I rolled over on my stomach, feverishly pumping my Viagra-hardened cock into the bedspread until my skin was raw. I think I probably fell asleep when the battery in my rubber cock finally died.As I’m waking from the same dream where I’m always a beautiful princess, I realize that my arms are free, and the cuffs are removed from my wrists and ankles. The rubber cock’s been taken out of my ass, but now my dick is locked up.”Time to wake up, babe,” Sherry softly whispers. “We have lots to do before it’s time for you to go to work.””Work…?” I mumble. “Fuuuuuck… I forgot about work.””Monday morning, sweetheart. Time to face the real world.””Why is my cock already locked up?”She lightly slaps my face. “Not a cock… slut-girl!””Okay… my clitty.””That’s better. Brenda and I came in after you were asleep and tucked you in. Did you ever cum last night?””Fuck no! I don’t know why she thought I could. Men cum with their dicks, not with their minds.””But you’re no longer a male, honey, and you never did have an actual man-cock. Your sissy clit… needs to be kept under our control. That’s why your little wee-wee is locked up. I don’t always understand the reasoning behind everything Brenda does, but I do understand that sissies are girls in male bodies.”If you want to cum like sissies do, you’ll have to forget about that tiny sissy clit, and learn to cum through your sissy-puss. And you’ve got nothing to bitch about, because we got you off twice this weekend, which is more than you’re used to getting.””I’m not complaining about all the great sex I got this weekend. I just wish I knew how to make myself cum without touching myself.””I’m sure Brenda will teach you, like she’s taught you everything else. Look, we both love you more than we ever have, so just go with the flow and let Mistress Brenda guide you through it.””I suppose you’re right. Maybe she intentionally frustrated me like that, so I could see another step I have to go through?””Yes, baby… think of it as the next step to your ultimate goal of becoming the complete sissy that we both know is right for you. Let’s get up now. You have to become Mark again, unless you want to go to work with fingernail extensions and makeup.””Oh, shit no. I think Janine already suspects something’s going on with me.””Why do you think that?””Because she teases me and calls me ‘Markie’ sometimes. Remember that day Brenda sent me to give a stranger a blow job during lunch? Well, she giggled at me when I came back to work late, like she knew what I’d just done.””She’s probably just attracted to the sissy part of you. I’ve heard gossip Şerifali Escort that her sex life at home sucks really bad. From what I’ve seen of her, she’s a sweet girl with a nice figure. I don’t understand why her husband neglects her.””She’s definitely sweet, and she’s covered my ass so many times when I’ve fucked up at work. If I wasn’t the boss’s son, I would have been fired a long time ago.””Do you like her? Like, sexually attracted to her?””A little bit. I’ve never thought much about it, because we’re married, and she’s married.””I’ll remind you that our marriage is an open marriage now, and you’re not my husband anymore, you’re my girlfriend. As married girlfriends, we’re free to have sex with anyone we want. So if you have feelings for her, honey, don’t be afraid to take advantage of any opportunity that might come up.””I don’t think it will. I can’t picture myself in bed with her. She’s so hot, and I’m so…””Sissy…?””Yeah, I guess. I’m really more attracted to men now than women. I just don’t see myself involved with Janine like that.””You never know… some girls are attracted to sissies. I know I am.”~~~~~It’s good that Sherry got me out of bed early. With this being the first day of my new sissy workout routine, the next three hours are very busy. In the bathroom, Sherry shows me how to quickly remove my nail extensions and the red polish I painted on my nails Friday night. I want to take a shower with her, but she makes me shower by myself while she makes breakfast.”We’ll put on your new sissy workout CD after breakfast,” she says. “I’ll be working out with you because I want to spend more time with you, and I also want a firmer, sexier body.””You’re already smokin’ hot.””True,” she agrees, “but a hotwife can’t be too sexy, babe. Mistress has big plans for us.””What big plans?””She’ll tell you when need to know. Now, into the shower you go!”The moment I step into the shower, I think about the kinky sex Mistress and I had in here yesterday. I start playing with my nipple rings, relishing delightful new sensations as I pull my nipples out; imagining myself with implants as I look down at my pretty jeweled belly ring.I’d love to jack off, but with my clitty locked away, I have to imagine getting fucked like a horny little slut. My little clitty pulses as erotic thoughts flood my brain. I close my eyes, clenching my ass around an imaginary cock, and think about dirty, slutty things.”Mandy…?” Sherry interrupts my erotic fantasy. “Hurry up in there. Come and eat so we can work out.”Coming out of the bathroom, I’m looking forward to a hearty breakfast after the disappointing soup and salad she gave me last night. But instead of eggs and bacon, Sherry hands me a big glass of thick, purple liquid.”What’s this…?” I ask with a tone of disgust.”It’s a breakfast smoothie,” she grins. “You’ll like it. It’s got lots of blueberries, a banana, yogurt, and a special protein powder that’ll give you energy without the fattening calories.””So I’m having this every morning?””Yes. And remember, we won’t put up with any complaining. You’re more than just our sissy now. You’re our slave, and you’ll do as we say… if you want your sex rewards.”Of course, I want my sex rewards. I don’t know why I’m always so horny, but I am, and sex rewards are like doggie treats to me. I’ll do anything to get them, so I don’t complain as we go into the living room to drink our smoothies.As Sherry loads the CD into the player, I’m pleasantly surprised at how delicious my smoothie tastes. The fresh blueberries excite my senses. The banana and walnuts are nourishing, and the Greek yogurt is a perfect blend that binds the flavors together.As the video starts to play, we giggle on the couch when the title, ‘Sissy Sex Machine’, appears on the screen. Then Şerifali Escort Bayan a hot-looking shemale in a skimpy bikini, with nice tits and long, black hair in a ponytail appears, as if she’s in the middle of a workout.’Oh… hey girls!’ the shemale welcomes us. ‘I’m Mistress Karen… I’m so glad you decided to join me for our daily workout. If you love sex as much as I do, you know that it takes physical stamina to perform at your best.’What makes a sissy like you so desirable to those special kind of men, is your ability to fuck for longer periods of time than most women can. As a former male, you were born with a stamina mechanism that women can’t match. That makes you a potential sex machine, if you trigger that mechanism and develop your body the way I’ll show you.’So come along with me, sissy goddess. Turn yourself into the insatiable sex machine you were born to be!'”Geeeeez…” I giggle as we get off the couch, “she’s fuckin’ hot.””No shit,” Sherry giggles back, “I’d spread my legs for her in a second!””Me too,” I laugh, “except that she’d probably make me bend over.”We’re both laughing about it as Mistress Karen guides us through a series of stretches designed to increase our flexibility. We then do a ten-minute aerobic dance routine to build our stamina. After that, it’s on to squats, which I kinda hate, because my legs are burning while Sherry seems to be doing hers effortlessly.As we’re doing them, Mistress Karen tells us to imagine ourselves riding a big cock. We squeeze our ass muscles on the way up, then push them out as we go down. I swear, her carefully scripted, suggestive words make me feel like I’m fucking. Once the squats are over, we then sit on the floor and bend forward to touch our toes.”Shit…” I complain, “I can only reach half past my knees.”Sherry, who’s almost touching her toes, tells me it’s because I’m out of shape, and it’s why we’re doing this. I can’t agree more, and I now see why Mistress called me a fucking weakling when I couldn’t bend down far enough to eat Sherry’s pussy with my arms behind my back.”Wasn’t that fun?” Sherry hugs her naked body into me when the workout ends.”I’ll get used to it,” I say with panting breaths, “my legs burned doing the squats, but imagining a big cock inside me kept me going.””So it made you horny?””Of course it did. It seems like I’m always horny.””Mistress told me that sissies are naturally horny creatures, so you’re supposed to be horny all the time. Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll give you a pussy reward before you go to work. Would you like that?””I’d love that!””There’s just one more thing you’ll have to do to earn that reward.””What…? I’ll do anything.””Well, Brenda thinks it’s about time for you to start wearing nylon stockings under your pants every day. Think you can do that for us?””I guess so, but I’m not excited about it.””You weren’t excited about wearing panties every day either, but now you love it, don’t you?””Yes, I love all my pretty panties.””Then you’ll love how nylons will make you feel pretty when you have to dress as a man. Hurry up now, you have to leave in twenty minutes. My pussy needs some licking.”I’m definitely not thrilled about having to wear nylons every day now, but getting a pussy reward really excites me! The thigh top nylons over my smooth-shaven legs actually feel wonderful under my suit pants. Prancing around like a little pixie as I dress for work, all I can think about is my sex treat.”That was fast,” Sherry giggles when I come running into the living room, “you must be motivated. Come eat, slut-girl. You’ve got ten minutes of treat time before you have to leave.”I jump on the couch as Sherry sets a timer on her cell phone. Fuck… her pussy looks so damn good, and I’m just about to lick between Escort Şerifali her glistening lips, when I get a sudden urge to just kiss her.Brushing my nose through her curly bush hairs before kissing up her body, I can’t resist stopping at her tits for some luscious nipple sucking. I can’t linger at her breasts too long, because my time is limited. Kissing up her neck to peck at her ears a few times gets her squealing with delight as I place my lips over hers.”Oh, God, Mandy!” she quivers, “you turn me on so much more as a sissy!””I love being your sissy girlfriend,” I say as our tongues do the dance of love.”Sissy lesbian girlfriend!” she squeaks, “We’ve only started discovering the fun sex we’ll be having.””Like two bitches?” I giggle.”Two sexy bitches!” she replies. “Two hot, sexy, cock-loving bitches, always in heat!””Oh… fuck!” I howl as my hands grab both of her tits.And then… the damn timer goes off.”Fuck!” I scowl.”You didn’t even get to my pussy,” Sherry laughs, “but your kisses made me just as wet. I’ll let you lick me a lot tonight.””Oh yeah…? And maybe you’ll suck my clitty?””I dunno about that, slut-girl. Your clitty is Brenda’s property. I gave it to her, and only she holds your key.”You better get your sissy-ass to work now, so Janine doesn’t have to cover for you again.”~~~~~I’m a happy sissy walking into the office with three minutes to spare. I grow cautious, though, when I see Janine, already diligently working at her desk. Hoping to sneak in unnoticed, I quietly shuffle towards my office door.”Good morning, Mark,” she notices me.”Good morning, Janine,” I say, trying not to think about what Sherry said this morning about our open marriage.At least she called me Mark this time. I’m so afraid of office gossip if the other secretaries hear her calling me ‘Markie’, even though I wouldn’t mind it now, with the nylons I’m secretly wearing under my suit pants.I’m so full of energy after that delicious breakfast smoothie and the exhilarating workout. What made it special was that Sherry worked out with me. She’s been missing from my life the past few months as she slept around with her black boyfriends.She’s come back to me now, and somehow, I think it was always supposed to be like this. While she was gone, Mistress destroyed my manhood with sissy porn and hypnosis. She’s skillfully indoctrinated me into the sissy lifestyle, and the truth is, I think I’ve always been a sissy, like Brenda says. I never felt like I was ever ‘one of the guys’, and I’m feeling more comfortable about the idea of cross-dressing in public.These nylons feel dreamy as I sit at my desk, trying to remember what the fuck I’m supposed to do with all these documents. My thoughts drift off to my sissy life with Sherry and Brenda, and before I know it, an hour’s gone by and I haven’t accomplished a thing. My daydreaming is interrupted by a knock on my door.”Come in.””Hi, Markie,” Janine comes in giggling with a stack of new documents. “Don’t you look happy this morning. You must have had a big weekend.””Awe, nothing special.” I try to act nonchalant. “You know, the regular stuff. Yard work and honey-do’s.””Did you look over the Morgan Construction contract yet?””Oh man… not yet. When’s it due?””This afternoon. You’ve had it for a week.””Oh… umm… okay. I’ll look it over next thing.””I’ve already checked most of it out with my copy. All you have to do is double-check the bid quotes on these last two sections.””Thanks, Janine. You’re a lifesaver. I don’t know what I’d do without you.””That’s what I’m here for, Markie. I don’t mind doing extra for you, because you’re not a jerk like the asshole executives around here.””I’ve never gotten along with them either. I wish I could somehow make it up to you.””Maybe something will come up in the future,” she smiles, “What’s that on your eyebrow?””What…?””Your eyebrow. Let me look.” She leans towards me, close enough to kiss. “Hmm… if I didn’t know better, I’d say it looks like mascara. But you don’t use mascara, do you… Markie?””What…?” I freeze, desperately thinking of something to say. “Me…? Makeup…? Are you kidding?

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