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Annemie’s African strip-search.It REALLY seemed a great idea at the time, going on a short trip to Africa…Robert, 50, had convinced his wife, Annemie that Rwanda was the place to go to.His wife’s concerns that the country was still regarded rather dangerous for western tourists were jokingly waved away by him, so off they went.Annemie was a 49-year old woman, strongly build with short red hair and green eyes.She was 5ft7 and carried a few pounds too many, thus weighing around 165 pounds, but she carried them well.Her husband, Robert, had recently lost his job, and although the firm he had worked for had given him a very generous severance pay, he had come very close to falling into a deep depression.He wasn’t a hard or by any means “tough” man, but he had forced himself to get better-much to the joy of his loving wife Annemie, and from then on she was even more protective of her husband, pampering him a bit, even.So they went to Rwanda, had a lot of fun, saw many beautiful a****ls and landscapes, and generally had a very nice, rather uneventful vacation.Until it was time to go home again, that was…While waiting on their flight in the airport, a Rwandese customs agent, accompanied by a group of soldiers lead by an officer with Captain’s insignia, had marched into the main airport waiting area, and loudly declared that one randomly chosen passenger on the flight to Brussels, Belgium would be strip searched, for security reasons.The customs agent had looked all the waiting passengers up and down and had finally pointed his finger at Annemie, marking her for the dreaded strip search…A flushed and nervous Annemie knew that-for hers and her husband’s sake-she had no other choice than to hesitantly comply…She quickly reassured Robert that everything would be fine, that he shouldn’t worry…With a horrible sinking feeling, Robert watched helplessly as his nervous middle aged wife was marched through the door leading to the customs’ off!ces, surrounded by the soldiers, the customs agent bringing up the rear. He turned to the Captain and, in the most respectful tone he could summon up, asked: “Will there be a female officer in the room to conduct my wife’s search?” With a look of contempt, the Captain shot back: “Our women stay home with the c***dren; they know their place. Now sit down and do not move or speak again.” With that he turned and followed the other men into the back room, slamming the door behind him. In stunned silence Robert slumped into a seat. The customs desk was now deserted; the entire workforce apparently needed to conduct the ‘search’. ‘A real professional operation they run here’, he thought derisively; but after three days in this half-assed country he wasn’t that surprised. Neither was he really concerned about how they ran their country; he was just trying, without success, to think about anything other than his poor wife’s coming ordeal. Robert was overcome with guilt. It had been his idea to come here, to ignore the warnings, to convince his wife that it would be a real adventure. Now he could only sit in an agony of worry, trying not to think about what was happening on the other side of that door. Annemie didn’t have to wonder what was happening on the other side of the door; she was there, along with five quite evil looking men. She took a few deep breaths to calm down and surveyed her surroundings. She was in a large, high-ceilinged room with bare cinderblock walls. A row of thin windows near the ceiling filled the room with light but were too high to look out of. The room was empty except for two old, plain wooden chairs and a small medical examination table. The table was ancient and decrepit, its’ brown padded top badly stained, and very worn and ripped in places. It looked as if it had been torn out of some condemned doctor’s office. The floor was bare concrete and looked dirty and moldy, especially around a drain set in the center of the room. ‘Not a pleasant place at all’ Annemie thought , and an involuntary shudder went through her. Turning around, she saw that the soldiers had arranged themselves in a semi-circle facing her, with the customs agent in the center. The Captain had seated himself in one of the two chairs off to one side. The other chair was next to the agent but remained unused, emphasizing the Captain’s supremacy. As she glanced around at the men, Annemie could see a disturbing look of excited, almost predatory anticipation in each dark set of eyes. The only exception were the eyes of the Captain, which had the same cold, blank look as when she first saw him. Smartly dressed in her bush outfit, the middle-aged red haired white woman looked oddly out of place in this dingy shed of a room, surrounded by the three soldiers in camouflage outfits and the customs agent in his sweat stained white shirt. Clearing his throat to cover his nervous excitement, the agent addressed Annemie in English. “We will now conduct an official strip search, which is customary in most countries and is in full accordance with international law. You will remember the Captain’s instructions: do exactly what I tell you and absolutely no back talk. Speak only when asked a question. Do you understand, Mrs. Vitas?” Although she was trembling inside with fear and anger, Annemie knew that she must stay focused and in control of her emotions. With as much calm as she could muster, she looked across at the agent and said, in a voice just above a whisper, “Yes”.”Verrry good”, said the smiling agent, “now listen carefully. When I tell you to, you will undress yourself. You will take off each item of clothing, hand it to me, and wait while I inspect it. When you see that I am finished, you will hand me another item. Is that clear? Silence…, and then quietly from Annemie, “Yes”. “Verrry good-now strip!” A quick look around at the expectant faces told Annemie that there was no room whatsoever for any appeal. She slipped off her open bush jacket and handed it to the waiting agent. He took it and began opening its’ numerous large pockets-removing the items contained in each. A camera, a small pair of binoculars, sunglasses, deodorant, a pack of moist towelettes, a pack of heavy Turkish cigarettes and a lighter-the usual accoutrements of the western tourist. The agent made a show of examining each item carefully, then placing it on the empty chair. After inspecting the jacket inside and out, he laid it over the other gear and stared at the middle aged white woman in anticipation. She pulled off her cap and held it out, her short red hair shaking loose. The agent barely glanced at it before tossing it on the chair and looking up to receive the next garment. No words were spoken; the choice of what to hand over next seemed to be entirely up to Annemie herself. She was standing in her white, oversized T-shirt, bulky blue bush shorts, sturdy hiking boots, and heavy white socks. Eyeing the dirty, clammy looking floor, Annemie was not at all ready to give up the protection of her boots. She had resolved to follow their commands, in order to protect herself and her son and was trying to de-sensitize herself to the particulars of what she had to do. Without another thought, she suddenly grabbed the lower hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, handing it to the surprised customs officer. The grins of the soldiers spread wider as they stared at the 49-year old woman’s white bra and sudden exposure of pale skin. The fullness of Annemie’s brassiere promised delights to come, and an air of excitement hung in the room. The agent pulled the T-shirt through his fingers, his eyes never leaving the partially-clad woman standing passively in front of him, nervously looking at the floor. He laid the shirt on the chair and waited again. Annemie was dealing with her increasingly awful predicament by mentally withdrawing from the details of what she was doing. Aware of the need to hand over another item, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Pulling the bra from her body, her big, saggy 38 DD breasts tumbled free, sluggishly resting on her belly, nakedly exposed to the group of now wide-eyed men. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Annemie was feverishly trying to reason that seeing her completely topless would probably not excite these men all too much, since most of the native women in the back country all went bare breasted. Not so! It was true that the local men were used to seeing the local women’s tits, but the sight of a white woman’s breasts bared was a rare sight for them indeed, and it showed!The agent and soldiers stared transfixed at Annemie’s exposed twin udders, saggingly round and milky white, her huge pink areola and nipples seemingly staring right back at them. The woman stood there naked from the waist up. After a long minute of feasting his eyes, the agent gestured for the next item, snapping her out of her daze. Not wanting to take her pants off yet, she kneeled down to untie first one boot and then the other. The men focused on her smooth, white back and the sides of her boobs, bulging outwards as she hunched over. Annemie stood up and pulled her boots off one at a time, clumsily hopping on one leg doing so, her big, saggy tits and soft belly wobbling with her efforts. As each boot came off, she placed a sock-clad foot on the dirty floor. The boots were given a cursory inspection and then placed under the chair. ‘At least he didn’t put them on top of her other clothes’ , she thought, allowing herself to think that the man might have some shred of consideration. Not much though, she realized grimly, as he waited for her next garment. Truth be said, Annemie was surprised at how well she was controlling her fear, nervousness, and anger. A cold calm seemed to envelope her, dulling the embarrassment of this completely humiliating forced striptease. Still unable to imagine putting her bare feet on the disgusting floor, she unbuckled her heavy shorts and let them slide down her legs. Stepping out of her pants, she handed them to the agent, who received them with a smiling formality. Despite her numbed state, she was now acutely aware of her near nudity. Her white-wit-blue bikini panties left much of her broad hips and rather large belly bare, her large, sagging breasts were hanging sluggishly down, completely exposed, only her thick, white socks afforded her any feeling of protection now. The soldiers were jabbering happily among themselves in their native language, shamelessly pointing zonguldak escort at her, obviously critiquing her almost completely exposed female charms. The slimy agent was trying to go through the pockets of her shorts while keeping his eyes glued to her boobs. The situation would almost be funny, she thought, except for the fact that, ridiculous as she found these people, she was completely in their control. A chill went through her as she glanced over at the Captain sitting impassively in his chair, his expressionless eyes taking in every detail of her humiliation but revealing nothing. Annemie sensed the agent was only waiting for some kind of humiliating “finale”, and that thought made her shudder. All her feelings of safety and security in the world were slipping away together with her clothes. Her thick, warm socks had taken on an almost irrational importance to her. Right now she wanted more than anything to be able to keep them on. She knew the order of her stripping didn’t matter, she would be buck naked in a few minutes anyway…Looking around, she could see how anxious the men were to see her most private female parts. She realized that denying them that pleasure for a few moments longer was probably going to be her last chance to deny them anything at all, so she made her decision. Lifting her leg, Annemie yanked one sock off angrily and planted her bare foot firmly on the cold ground. She quickly pulled off the other sock and now stood barefoot on the dirty, clammy floor. The coolness of the concrete radiated up her body and an involuntary shiver ran through her as she stood there, barefoot and bare breasted before the grinning and leering males. The agent dropped her dirty socks carelessly on top of her other clothes, and then stared at her, silently waiting.The humiliated white woman did not move. She needed a brief show of resistance for herself, just to regain her composure. Thinking that maybe she was making it too easy for this worm of an agent, she decided that he would have to ask her for her last garment.And he did…The agent had to swallow before he spoke, his mouth having gone dry from excitement. In an annoyed, stern voice he croaked “Take off your underpants, now!”.A bit pleased with herself for still being able to make the man slightly nervous, Annemie slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her bare hips. Her completely shaved, slightly protruding vulva was suddenly exposed to five sets of completely strange male eyes, her panties sliding down her legs and pooling around her ankles. She stood there like that for a full minute, stark naked, her fallen panties-containing a big “just in case” sanitary pad bunched around her ankles. The men stared in silence, mesmerized. Most had never seen a nude white woman. They drank in the glories of her naked body, her fiery red hair, her pale skin, her big saggy tits, her huge pink “white woman” nipples, and, most fascinating of all, the total absence of any pubic hair between her legs. Letting her panties fall to the dirty floor may seem odd, but Annemie was trying to demonstrate, to both herself and the Africans, that she didn’t care what they did, that nothing would faze her from now on. It was a gesture wasted on her tormentors, who were too focused on her nudity to even notice. The agent finally held out his hand and the now stark naked woman stepped out of her empty panties, picked them up, and silently handed them to the man, avoiding his eyes. He dropped them on top of her dirty socks.The pile of Annemie’s clothing was now complete. Everything she owned and had been wearing when she entered the room was now on or under the old wooden chair, leaving her completely in her birthday suit. She stood with her arms at her sides, making no attempt to cover her nudity as the soldiers ran their eyes over her bare body, laughing and commenting among themselves.She was painfully aware that the comments that were given weren’t all on the positive side, they were clearly making fun of the fact that gravity, two pregnancies and good living had taken their toll on her 49-year old body…“We’re going to take a few photographs to add to your file”, the Captain said, “You will stand absolutely still and look directly to the camera while they are taken”.Annemie shuddered at the idea of being photographed by these men while completely naked, but at the same time she realized and knew that uttering ANY complaints about it would only lengthen her anguish and make the whole thing even worse for her and her son, so she stood perfectly still while one of the soldiers produced a digital camera and took about a dozen photo’s of her exposed naked front, back, left and right sides…She hoped the photo’s taken would never surface on the internet, the thought of her family and friends seeing her like this made her stomach sink.Annemie’s mind wandered, thinking about the role reversal of her situation. Instead of the white explorer or traveler encountering the scantily clad natives, here she was, a 49-year old white woman, completely naked in front of a group of fully clothed Africans. “Now put your hands behind your head”, the agent ordered abruptly. She did as he instructed, elbows out. Her audience laughed and watched as her large tits were raised and thrust forward, her bare pink nipples pointing right at them.”Now slowly lift your tits, so we can see there’s nothing hidden underneath them”, the customs agent snarled, “one at a time”.Annemie obeyed, slowly taking hold of and lifting first her right 38DD breast, than the left one, showing the men nothing was conceiled under the big white globes.The soldiers were grinning like Cheshire cats.”Now lift the fat belly, quickly”, the man snarled…Truly red-faced for the first time since her ordeal had begun, a shamed Annemie complied, lifting the thick layer of fat on her belly so the men could see “nothing was hidden underneath”…”Now hands back behind your head and legs wide apart” barked the agent. Annemie let loose of her belly, raised her arms again and shifted her legs so that her feet were shoulder width apart. The men’s eyes instantly dropped to the middle-aged woman’s naked crotch, where they could clearly see-due to the total absence of any covering pubic hair-her completely visible little pink slit.Annemie forced herself to remain detached. She wondered what her husband Robert was doing at this moment, and she was glad he didn’t have to see this humiliating spectacle…Robert was sitting. He too was trying to keep his mind blank. The thought of what might be happening to his wife behind the closed door, was too painful to contemplate. He was sunk in a morass of conflicting emotions. He wanted to protect his wife so badly, but the only way to do that was to sit here meekly and do nothing. He consoled himself with the thought that whatever was being done to his Annemie in that room, it was better than what would happen to her if he resisted. Robert looked around the terminal. It was filling up with people for the flight out, but no one was at the counter to process them; all of the customs staff being in the search room, enjoying the show, he thought bitterly. Oddly, the other passengers did not seem upset or annoyed at the lack of organization. Robert guessed that in Ruanda, remaining docile was an important quality of the successful citizen. The threat of quick and brutal retaliation for anyone who stepped out of line was guaranteed, and he knew that included him and his wife. So he sat, and worried.Inside the room, his now completely naked spouse stood and waited, legs still apart, and started to worry…How far were these thugs going to go with her, she wondered? Despite her resolve to remain detached, Annemie couldn’t help but become increasingly aware of her complete nudity and vulnerability, and a wave of shame swept through her bare body. With great effort she managed to shake it off, just in time to hear her next instructions. “Slowly walk to the far wall and back, and keep walking up and down until I tell you to stop”. Annemie turned and slowly walked towards the rear wall, the soldiers getting their first good look at her naked backside. All eyes were glued to the woman’s bare ass, her fat, full ass cheeks wobbling lewdly with each step. Reaching the wall she turned and walked back towards the men, sluggishly swinging boobs and bald pussy embarrassingly on full display. The men watched like a pack of hungry wolves as they made her do at least ten or twelve back and forth trips, mimicking the wobbling of her soft belly, grinningly trying to decide which side of her they preferred. Finally the agent told her to stop, and she stood before them, naked and at at attention again, as told. “Turn around”, he ordered. She complied. “Bend over and spread your ass cheeks”. Annemie was not totally shocked.She was expecting something like this. Now they were getting down to the nitty-gritty of this whole charade. She turned her back on the men and spread her legs slightly. Taking a deep breath, she reached back, grabbed a full buttock in each hand, and bent forward at the waist, pulling her ass cheeks wide apart. ‘I’m going to give them the full show’, she thought through her anger, ‘just so they’d shut their stupid mouths and look their fill’. The agent and soldiers watched in a lusty stupor as the middle-aged naked tourist woman brazenly spread her bottom for them. The dark crease between her lush bum cheeks parted, revealing her puckered asshole. Annemie’s crinkled anus was a deep reddish color, contrasting obscenely with the very pale hemispheres of her bare fanny and buttocks. The men stared long and hard. They had subjected many hapless victims to this humiliating routine, mostly males. This was their first white woman. They gazed in wonder, the time passing in silence. Annemie’s back and legs were starting to ache as she held the uncomfortable position. She could feel a slight breeze against her exposed anus, and though idly that maybe it was coming from the combined heavy breathing of all the men in the room. ‘What a way to pass the time waiting for a flight’, she thought sarcastically. Finally, reluctantly, the agent whispered “Stand up”. The naked woman straightened up slowly, the men watching in fascination as her rosebud was again enfolded and hidden between the plump cheeks of her ample behind. “Come over here, and quickly” the agent ordered as he walked escort zonguldak to the old examination table. As Annemie followed him, her bare feet padding across the cool, dank floor, she was again feeling very naked. She glanced briefly at the Captain, watching her from his chair with cold eyes. He seemed the least interested in the proceedings, the least likely to do anything physical to her, yet he frightened her the most. Arriving at the table, she faced the customs agent, who made a point of looking her up and down before he spoke. “We will now do a full body cavity search” he said with a smirk on his lips. “Get on the table and lie on your back”. Annemie looked down at the table and shuddered. The old leather padding was scratched and torn. It was a mottled brownish color, covered with dark stains. She imagined that these were sweat stains from previous naked victims. Suppressing her revulsion, she climbed nakedly up on the table. As she lay back, she found that it was too short to stretch out on full length. With her head at one end of the table, she had to bend her knees almost straight up so that her feet could rest on the opposite end. She could fell the sharp edges of the rips and tears in the leather padding digging into the naked skin of her back and buttocks. “Spread your legs” the agent blurted out. She moved her feet carefully to the outer edges of the table and let her thighs fall wide open. Annemie knew that if she held anything back from these pigs now, they would just give her more orders, and she was thoroughly sick of hearing the agent’s nauseating voice. She was determined not to feel shame-they were the guilty ones here.Guilty though they might be, the agent and soldiers’ focus was not on their misconduct but on the 49-year old nude redhead spreading her legs before them.The men watched hungrily as her bald, pink vulva slowly opened, exposing the velvety inner folds of her labia. Annemie glanced down towards the end of the table and found herself almost amused at the oddness of the view. Looking past her bare breasts, which were leaning outwards, her chubby, shaved pussy sprouted up at the base of her soft belly like some small, pink mountain between the V of her thighs. Crowded in a tight group between those thighs were four goggle-eyed men, framed by the V as if posing for a group portrait.The moment stretched on. Annemie found herself actually getting bored. ‘All right already’, she mused, ‘they’ve seen my cunt, big deal! I haven’t got anything down there different from any other woman’. But from the soldiers’ point of view, it was a very big deal. The bald, white vagina with its soft, pink vaginal lips, glistening slightly, was to them a sight fit for the Gods. Annemie was fortunate that she could only see the men from the waist up. Had she been able to see the ominous bulges in the men’s pants, she might have been more worried. The agent reached into a drawer in the table and took out what looked like an old, rusty canister of cold cream and unscrewed the wide, round lid. With a leer of anticipation, he stuck his long, thin finger in the jar and pulled it out, coated with a nasty looking yellowish gel. Annemie understood what was coming. Looking up at the cracked ceiling, she braced herself, gripping the edges of the table and digging in her feet. Placing the palm of one hand firmly on her bare, shaved mound and spreading her inner lips with his fingers, the trembling agent slid his long, greased digit slowly into her open vagina. The soldiers watched in fascination and envy as the agent’s finger disappeared completely into the woman’s body. Keeping his finger all the way in, he rotated his hand to the left and then right, feeling the walls of her vaginal canal, his knuckles rubbing against her vagina’s inside. Annemie’s eyes were squeezed shut against the intimate and uncomfortable intrusion. The soldiers were now jabbering at the agent, who reluctantly withdrew his finger from the 49-year old woman’s sex. It emerged with a soft, smacking sound. Annemie glanced down again and saw that the soldiers were jostling each other for position. With a shock she realized they were arguing over who would be next to finger her. She barely had time to comprehend this new development when the tallest man in the group won the argument. With a grin at the others, he dipped his large finger in the grease and unceremoniously shoved it up Annemie’s pussy to the hilt. She winced and let out a high yelp of surprise and pain. The man’s finger, besides being very large, must have had a rough or cracked nail, and had scratched her going in. The bastard laughed at her discomfort, grinning idiotically, and began sawing his finger in and out of the humiliated woman’s tender vagina. Annemie bit her lip and bore it, determined not to give him the satisfaction of crying out again. He finally pulled out with a loud, greasy smack and made a big show of sniffing his dripping finger, drawing laughs from the others. He had barely stepped away from the table when a second soldier took his place.Annemie’s now wide open vulva was glistening with grease, her belly and bare pubic mound smeared with it. Not bothering with the preliminaries, the new man brutally thrust a stubby, dirty digit into her open slit and held it there, felling the warm walls of her cunt clinging to his finger. A look of uncontrollable lust suddenly came into the man’s eyes. He quickly jerked his finger painfully out of Annemie’s pussy and began fumbling with his pants. When she saw this and understood that she was about to be ****d, the chubby naked woman snapped out of her compliant role. Struggling to get up, she kicked out strongly with her naked legs, aiming at the would-be r****t.All those years of playing hockey in school finally paid off when she realized her strong kicks kept the man at bay-for now… Another soldier moved to hold her down, painfully grabbing her short hair and punching and grabbing her exposed tits, but just then she landed a powerful kick directly to the balls of her potential r****t. The man let out a loud scream and fell to the ground, doubled over in pain. Suddenly the Captain was on his feet, shouting out a string of commands in the native language. The soldiers instantly froze, let go of Annemie and then came to attention, fear showing in their eyes. The man on the floor stopped groaning, probably more afraid than the rest. All was quiet in the room again. Even Annemie, naked and half sitting up, her breasts sore from the punches and her groin covered in grease, didn’t move. The Captain’s air of icy calm returned. He turned to her and said: “We will continue the search, but you will not be harmed”. With a nod to the agent he resumed his seat. Annemie recognized that although the Captain had protected her, the man had no feelings of protectiveness towards her-she doubted if he had any feelings at all. As for the Captain : he would let his men have a little fun with their strip search, at the same time teaching these haughty Belgian tourists a little humility. ****, however, might result in an official protest. Although President Amindala generally did not worry about such things, you never knew when something would annoy him, and he was a most unpleasant man when annoyed.”Go on”, he ordered the agent, who was so overcome with fear that, turning back to the table, he could not even appreciate the erotic vision stretched out before him. The 49-year old barenaked white woman still lay propped up on one elbow, sweating and breathing heavily from her struggles, her big belly and large, saggy naked breasts rising and falling with each labored breath.Her enormous pink nipples were totally erect and pointing straight forward due to the unwanted tension of the situation.Her bare legs were slightly apart, her still slightly spread bald vagina obscenely leaking slimy melted grease onto the worn brown leather table, a collected pool of which shimmered between her fat thighs. “Almost finished now Miss”, he announced politely, “one more procedure and then you will probably be free to go. Get down and turn around, facing the table.” Annemie could hear a new tone of respect in the agent’s voice. Her apparent lack of shame or fear in responding to their humiliating commands, combined with the effective fight she put up to defend herself when they tried to go too far had clearly marked her in their eyes as a woman to be reckoned with. As she slipped off the table, she noticed the man she had kicked, still not able to straighten up. A warm glow of inner satisfaction spread through her, somewhat making up for the feeling of the dank floor under her bare feet, and the knowledge of what was coming next. “Bend over the table, legs apart” came the command, and she assumed the position, sticking her ass out defiantly. She was determined to take the worst they could dish out without a whimper, proud of her newfound toughness. The men may have had a new measure of respect for the scrappy Belgian tourist, but they were not to be denied their fun. They were again leering hungrily at the sight of the chubby naked woman bent over the table, her bare white bottom shining at them. The agent dipped his finger once again into the can of grease and pulled it out, liberally coated with the yellowish goo. He stepped right up close to Annemie’s rump as if he intended to mount her. Placing his hand on one of her bare bum cheeks, he spread it to the side, exposing her puckered anus to the soldiers who had crowded close to watch.What happened next depended on who and where you were.From the agent’s viewpoint, standing right behind the naked woman, all was right with the world. He was filled with feelings of power and lust. What a strong, wonderful man he must be, able to order this posh European woman to strip completely naked and then submit to these humiliating procedures. Trembling with sexual excitement, his eyes locked on Annemie’s asshole, he brought his greased finger towards its intended target. He thrilled at the feeling of rubbery warmth as his fingertip lodged against her puckered rosebud. Pushing harder, the agent’s long, black finger slid smoothly through the naked woman’s clenching sphincter and on into the intimate, dark recesses of her rectum. He pushed the digit all the way in, until his fist was pressing up against Annemie’s ass crack, her anus gripping the base of his finger tightly. The soldiers crowded round, zonguldak escort bayan laughing heartily, feasting their eyes on the obscene sight.From Annemie’s viewpoint, there wasn’t much to see at all, only the grease-stained leather top of the examination table and the bare wall beyond. For her, the experience was one of feelings. First, the feeling of exposure from the degrading position she was forced to assume, displaying her bare ass to a group of strange men. As she bent over and her ass cheeks separated, she could once more feel the humid air on her exposed anus. Next, she felt the agent’s sweaty palm on her left buttock. Expecting worse, she got it. A warm, slimy object nudged against her anal opening, pushed hard, and slid on into her rectum. Annemie’s sphincter defensively tightened against the intruder, but the greasy finger was not to be denied. She could feel the man’s knuckles as they glided past her clenching rosebud and she found herself thinking absurdly that they hadn’t even been properly introduced…She willed herself to lie there passively, with a tushy full of finger, waiting for it to be over.From her husband’s viewpoint, there was nothing much to see or feel, except in his mind. He was vaguely aware of the people sitting patiently around him, the low murmur of African voices. He stared fixedly at the door to the back room, its’ blank surface revealing nothing. He knew only that his wife was on the other side, in a room with five men, completely at their mercy. He couldn’t help but knowing that the men would make Annemie undress and inspect her naked body. The least he could hope for is that they would do nothing worse. It was painful enough to realize that his middle-aged wife was probably nude on the other side of the door, the men seeing everything; but he was experiencing an even worse feeling. It was the feeling of being shut out, of being the only one involved who couldn’t see her. Robert was somewhat ashamed of his desire to witness his wife’s humiliation, but he couldn’t deny the feeling, it was too powerful. Though he didn’t know it, it was also a perfectly natural reaction to his situation. Those men did not deserve to be getting any free peeks or feels of his spouse.She was a very prim and proper Lady, and she didn’t deserve this…Back inside the room, the greedy customs agent had now had his finger up Annemie’s poor fundament for several minutes. He could feel the heat of her body radiating through her intestines as if he were taking her rectal temperature. Reluctantly, he pulled his finger slowly out of the woman’s clinging anus. It exited with a soft, wet “plop”, which drew a big chuckle from the soldiers looking on. ‘About time’ Annemie thought, flooded with relief. Apart from being extremely inappropriate, the anal intrusion had not been particularly painful, but her back and legs were now aching from holding the awkward semi-kneeling position for so long. What was making her most uncomfortable at the moment however, was a pressing need to pee. Without asking permission she slowly straightened up, relieving the pain in her back and legs, and turned to face her tormentors. She was past caring about their seeing her nakedness, she just wanted to finish up and get to a bathroom. “I didn’t say you could get up”, snapped the agent. “One more man has to perform the rectal search”, he explained, indicating the soldier who had not yet laid a hand on her. Disbelief and rage flashed through her, but she quickly suppressed her emotions, determined to reveal nothing to the enemy. In a calculated act of rebellion, she actually took a step closer to the agent, her completely bare body only inches from his clothed one. Staring him right in the eye, her green eyes blazing, she stated in a calm but steely voice that would brook no refusal: “I need to go to the toilet, now!”Taken totally off guard, the agent felt intimidated by the angry, naked woman. He might even have let her dress and leave, but he knew he could not completely surrender his authority in front of the Captain and the soldiers. Regaining some of his composure, he pointed to the metal grating of the drain, set in the middle of the floor, he was certain she would refuse such a degrading suggestion. Without a moments’ hesitation, the naked red-haired woman marched over to the drain, turned facing the men and, straddling the grating, proceeded to squat and pee. The soldiers stared in amazement at the sight of the chubby naked white woman shamelessly urinating in front of them. All eyes were glued to Annemie’s crotch, where a steaming, yellow stream of piss was gushing from the middle-aged woman’s urethra. Annemie’s pee made a hissing noise as it continued to pour forth strongly from between her bald pussylips, splashing on the metal grating and wetting her bare feet before trickling down the filthy drain. Finally, her seemingly endless stream began to weaken. The five males watched transfixed as the last few drops of urine dribbled out of the white woman’s wet genitals. Without a word, and without wiping herself, Annemie stood up, walked calmly back to the table, bent over, and spread her legs. The men were stunned and confused by the white woman’s behavior. Though they of course enjoyed the unexpected treat of watching the still good looking 49-year old redheaded tourist take a piss right in front of them, they were put off by the new brazenness of her behavior. She was not acting cowed or intimidated, two of the basic requirements of a good strip search. She was taking some of the “fun” out of it. Nevertheless, one more treat was in store for them, as the third soldier approached Annemie’s’s naked backside. They all knew that this man had short but unusually thick fingers. Not bothering with the jar of lube, he placed the blunt tip of his fat finger against Annemie’s already greased up asshole and shoved it forward mightily. The tormented woman let out a yell, a long, drawn out “aaaaahhh!”… The men watched in fascination as her small, puckered anus stretched to accommodate the huge intruder, expanding from a crinkled red dot to a smooth and shiny wide ring of distended muscle, gripping the man’s fat finger.Annemie was trying to relax, to accustom herself to the monster lodged in her rectum, when the man began to crudely pump his digit in and out of her rear end. Pain shot through her naked body as she fell helplessly forward across the table. She tried not to cry out, but the agony from the massive finger stretching and rubbing the tender flesh of her dilated anus was too much to bear. An unladylike grunt escaped her throat each time the brute pushed his finger in, followed by a low, cowlike bellow when he pulled out. The soldiers were practically drooling over the obscene sight of the naked white tourist’s distended anal ring gripping the fat, black finger as it slid relentlessly in and out of her rectum, buggering her. Her grunts and moans were music to their ears.Suddenly the Captain’s voice shot across the room. “Enough!” he commanded-and it was over. The soldier pulled his finger from Annemie’s behind with a loud, wet “plop”. Her asshole, looking red and raw, remained open for a few seconds before slowly contracting to its normal puckered state. The room was quiet except for the heavy breathing of both the naked, middle-aged woman and the men. The quiet was suddenly broken as a now teary-eyed Annemie groaned and let loose with a long series of loud, wet farts, the soldiers laughing hysterically at her discomfort and humiliation, slapping each other’s backs . “Get dressed Miss, you’re free to go” announced the customs agent. He felt that he had done what was expected of him : that he and his assistants had thoroughly humiliated this prideful Belgian woman.Annemie took a few more deep, healing breaths as she lay d****d across the table, her sore bare arse still pointing up, facing the smirking men. Disregarding the pain between her legs, she shakily stood up and, ignoring the men completely, walked over to the pile of her clothes. She picked up her panties, dirty from having fallen to the floor when she undressed, turned them around to find a clean spot, and used them to delicately wipe most of the grease from her raw cunt and ass. Then, throwing the panties on the floor, she put the rest of her clothes back on. When Annemie was once again fully clothed : bulky shorts, safari jacket, heavy boots, baseball cap, she looked every bit as stylish and attractive as when she came in. Without a look back, she walked-with a slight limp-to the door and left the room, leaving the soldiers to marvel at her toughness, and maybe feeling a little ashamed at having treated such a decent woman so disgracefully. Annemie didn’t give the men another thought, they were beneath contempt. Entering the main terminal area, she saw her nervous husband, Robert, rise from his seat and threw herself into his waiting arms. “I’m fine”, she whispered reassuringly, “I’ll give you the gory details later.Maybe. Let’s just go home”.Robert, sensing her needs, asked no further questions, grateful to see her apparently unhurt. He quickly took charge of the situation and tenderly guided his wife through the rest of the airport procedures and onto the waiting plane. Annemie clung to his arm, lost in her own thoughts.They had both been so sure of themselves, not realizing what a dangerous place the world could be. She had born the brunt of their punishment, but horrible as it had been, she had discovered just how strong she could be. She was proud of the way she had handled herself. She had given in when she knew she must, to protect herself and her husband, but had maintained at least some of her dignity. She had not acted like some helpless ninny, and was enormously proud of fighting off the man who had tried to **** her. Most of all, she was determined to put the whole, distasteful incident behind her. Not that it excuses the men, but the things that were done to her were not so unusual. They were just the things that such men do when given power over women: undress them and stick their fingers into various orifices. Not very original when you think about it. She would not be traumatized, she was stronger than that. She had a wonderful, loving husband, and a good life to get back to.Annemie was suddenly aware that they were on the plane already, flying over the trees and scrub, headed back to safety and civilization. Looking out of her window, she found herself thinking what a beautiful country this really was. Maybe, if the government changed, they would come back here someday.A brief spasm of pain shot through her sore asshole, followed by a series of small farts.She smelled grease.Then again, maybe not.

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Neighbours sonMy wife comes across a very uptight and frigid type however when she is horny she is insatiable and normally stops in that state for a long time. She is only 5ft tall with massive tits and she has one of the most sweetest and nicest fannies I’ve ever seen or tasted. The only problem is that she is so bloody frigid, and It could be months between sex sessions which tends to lead me to shag around where and when ever. Again this stems back to my youth when sex was literally chucked at me and I’ve never really got over it. I’m just a sex mad pervert. Now I am not the only person my wife has shagged look at previous stories ‘wife’s dirty lies’ so she has never confessed about it and probably had loads more that I am unaware of however this is one I witnessed and she still does not know about it.It was a lovely summer morning and I was off out to get the groceries in and my wife was planning to do some washing. She always does it in a t-shirt with no bra and just a pair of knickers and I have often said she will give the old bloke next door a heart attack. They were in their 90’s and had a son whom was in his early 50’s and still kept himself fit and after a nasty divorce had moved back in with his mum and dad. Anyway I had forgot the bloody bags so returned home to fetch them and because they are kept in the garage I had no need to enter the house. The k**s were away at their friends houses for the weekend so my wife was alone. I entered the garage through the side door and could hear voices from the garden. I peeked through the window which had a protective sheet on it so you can see out but burglers couldn’t see in so I knew I wasn’t seen and saw my wife standing talking to Paul the next door neighbour. She was wearing a short t-shirt but the knickers she had on were very sexy and not her normal ones she wore when doing a washing day. I also noticed while she was talking that she turned around and bent over deliberately taking her time to pick up another item of clothing showing off her arse to Paul. He was stood at the fence, shirtless leaning on a rake or something and I could see there was a bulge in his shorts. I could see it from where I was so there was no way my wife could miss it…They chattered for a bit longer and then my wife said that it was getting hotter and asked if Paul would like to join her for a drink. She knew that I take around 3-4 hours when I’m out shopping as I like to have a drink while I’m out and catch up with friends. Paul nodded his head and jumped over the fence and followed my wife into the kitchen. There is a door that follows directly from the kitchen to a small hallway then the garage so I crept into the hallway and listened from behind the door. My wife spoke “what are you planning today then now your mam and dad are out of town”“Nothing really just want to get some chores done and maybe have some enjoyment” he replied and by the sound that I heard he had put his glass down on the counter“we shouldn’t really” my wife said as I hear a giggle from her“No-one will ever know…It could be our secret” replied Paul as I heard the conservatory door being opened.I then heard footsteps and again giggling. I opened the door slightly and could see Paul was sat on a footstool and my wife was standing next to him. His hands were up her t-shirt and I could see he was playing with her tits. My cock was at its hardest and I had to release it from its confines and start to pump it gently. Claire’s head was tipped back with her eyes closed and she was moaning quiet loud as he manipulated her nipples and kneaded her large saggy tits. “my god your tits are amazing” Paul said as he seemed to stop and grabbed them both firmly and squeezed them hard. Claire let out another large moan.“I want to see them” Paul commanded and without even a ounce of uncertainty she whipped off the t-shirt showing Paul her tits in all their glory.“shove them in my face and get my cock out” Again, Claire sivas escort leaned forward and indeed she shoved her tits into Paul’s face and I then witness her pulling down the waistband of Pauls shorts and his cock flopped out. He was about the same size as me, but he had been cut and I could see the light shine off his enlarged helmet as my wife took hold. Pauls readjusted himself at the same time he removed his shorts and sat there naked. His cock pointing straight up and there beside him was Claire naked except for a pair of red knickers with her tits in his face where he was clearly sucking on her nipples while touching his cock. She rubbed her hand over his dark purple helmet to give her some lube as she started to slowly wank his cock. “ We really shouldn’t be doing this….what if someone comes” Claire said in a half hearted attempt to deny the events being displayed in front of me. “There will be someone cumming….us” he chuckled to himself.” Now shut the fuck up and suck my cock my little slut”. I was in disbelief at the words to come from his mouth but Claire seemed to love it…was her arousal word being called a slut….That’ s one for the memory bank for later. I watched while still pulling my cock as Claire moved her tits away from Pauls mouth and leaned down towards his rampant cock. She stuck out her tongue and licked the entire length of his cock from tip to base and back up, around the edge of his helmet and then sank her mouth over the top and down her throat. She grabbed the base of the cock and held it still as she bobbed her head up and down. It was going quiet a distance down her throat and I would say at some point she managed to get the whole lot in. She was gagging and when she wasn’t she was letting out pleasurable moans from the side of her mouth.She really looked like she was enjoying herself. While bent over. Paul, whom was moaning and egging her on saying“yes bitch, suck that baby” and “you like that don’t you slut” moved his hand up to Claire’s arse as she was bent over with her legs straight it stuck out predominantly and the knickers were starting to cut her in 2. The back of them had risen up the crack of her arse and her cheeks stuck out revealing a small mole that only a few people had seen. He grabbed his fingers and moved them up the inside of her thigh which automatically opened on slightly but enough to see the gusset of her knickers. Paul rubbed her pussy through the knickers and removed them and brought them to his face and sniffed and then licked them.“MMMMMM you smell and taste sweet, ’slut’” he growled and placed them into his mouth. Claire was still sucking his cock trying to bend her head around and look at him but the angle she was at prevented her which was a god job as she would of spied me wanking at them. He placed his hand back on Claires arse and started to remove her knickers and as they reached her ankles she just stepped out of them without and care in the world.Her arse and pussy was now on show as she stood there completely naked sucking on a cock that was not mine and she was horny, really horny and opened her legs even further to accept his fingers as he started to finger her from behind. One, two then three fingers were powering into her and I could see her knees starting to weaken as I knew a climax was coming. Paul stopped and spoke. “Right get in front of me and bend over I want to lick your cunt little slut” Claire again stood up and lifted a leg over Pauls legs and bent over shoving her ass into his face. From that angle I could see past her pussy but could make out her head bobbing up and down still savouring his cock. My cock was aching and I had to stop wanking as I was about to cum. Paul had his face in between her arse cheeks and she let out an almighty moan “OHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYEEESSSSS…..IM CCCCUUUUMMMMMMING” she shouted and really shoved her arse into him and rubbed it up and down his face as she orgasmed.Paul escort sivas pulled his face out of her crack and started to stand up. I could see Claire’s cum all over his face. “Get on your hands and knees slut and stick that tight ass in the air. I’m gonna fuck your brains out…..SLUT” He over exaggerated the last word but it did the trick on Claire. She turned towards him and as she passed him she kissed him on the lips quickly and licked his face tasting her own juices. Something she has never let me do ever. That was it for me without even touching my cock it exploded over the back of the door and floor. Christ there was gallons of it. I just kept pumping and pumping and had to hold on to the wall to stop myself from collapsing on the floor. I looked back in the room and Claire was on all fours, her sex wide open waiting to be filled. I could see her cunt was wide and glistening in the sunlight and then a shadow was cast as Paul positioned himself behind her still stood and lowered himself ready to enter.I held my breath and waited then I heard “Do you want this slut” and then the silence was broken“ YES…..fuck me hard and make me cum again”. What the fuck was I hearing I knew from past experience that she tend to do things out of character but the language from her was like she was possessed. He didn’t take his time he just sank into her and soon was slapping his balls off her pussy lips. Slap, slap, slap was all you could hear then Claire’s moaning got louder and louder and the grunting from Paul got louder and louder. “Spunk in me, fill me up, he will never know…..fill me up” Claire screamed and that was it for Paul that was the trigger. He spunked, and spunked, and more spunk flew out into Claire’s tight pussy. There was that much it was leaking out of the sides and down her leg. He stood up, pulling out his glistening cock from her soaking pussy and started to turn around…Shit! I had to hide, or they would catch me. The door was still open, a lot more than I wanted as my perverted desire to see my wife get knobbed by another person had taken over and had to move and quick. My trousers were still around my ankles and I had to shuffle to move and managed to get behind the wall just around the corner. I waited, expecting to get caught and was ready but nothing. It had gone very quiet in the conservatory and I peeked around the corner to see what had happened. OH, shit they were right there stood near the door but were kissing heavy. Paul being quite tall and was bending over and Claire was on tiptoe’s in a very intimate embrace. I could see Pauls cock sticking out from him slightly touching the top of Claire’s belly, banging off it as he swayed with each lustful lunge into my wife’s mouth. His spunk was dripping down her leg and gathering around her ankle.He was rubbing her nipples and had his hands on each, twisting them hard and pulling on them. Claire took her mouth off his and moaned “Oh… be careful they are sensitive” and moaned louder.He twisted them harder really twisting them and from the angle of where I was I could see they were all puffed up like never before and they were bright red. Her chest was flushed red along with her cheeks and she was panting again “Oh god, not again…..he might be back anytime”. Claire sighed but didn’t stop what Paul was doing. His cock was starting to rise again and it was still glistening from his and her juices. “Fuck him, I’m not bothered so get down on you’re knees and suck my cock, my little slut” and he didn’t even have to put his hands on here shoulders to encourage her. She got on her knees and took hold off his cock and shoved it in her wanting mouth and sucked hard. I could see her cheeks were sucked in with the pressure she was creating while sucking on his cock. They were right beside me and with her kneeling the way she was if I stuck out my hand I would be able to shove my fingers up her dripping snatch. I knelt down myself and could sivas escort bayan see her hand was busy working on her clit. She was dripping onto the kitchen floor and she was making slurping sounds and mixed with her moaning these echoed around the kitchen. She managed to clean his cock and his balls as well with her expert tongue a secret she had kept from me. Paul had hold of her hair and was pulling it and calling her all sorts of names making her out to be the right little slut she was turning into. “ Get on your back, I’m going to fuck your tight hole and fill it for him again” Paul demanded and pulled back as I saw his cock flop out of her drooling mouth. Claire laid on the cold floor opening her legs wide directly in front of me. I could see her dripping cunt, open and pulsating as if it was gagging for a filling. Her finger was working on her clit and Paul got between her legs and grabbed her foot. “OOOOHHHH GGGGGOOODD…suck my toes you pervert..suck my toes and fuck my hard” Claire blurted out moaning into a mini climax. Paul brought her foot towards his mouth and sucked her toes using his toes in between them little digits. This was it for me. I started to get jealous and albeit I now had another raging hard on, I felt anger rise through me.I could not take my eyes off them. He was bagging into her again and with each thrust he was lifting her arse off the floor, opening up her arse cheeks enabling me to see her asshole. Well at least he hadn’t violated that yet. Something that was still mine I thought as I could not control my hand as it was waning my cock with gusto. Paul had hold of her legs at her ankles and had them pointing towards her head opening her up to her maximum. “I’m gonna fill you up with my spunk and when that prat gets in I want you to let him lick you out and drink all my spunk down his worthless throat” his thrusting seemed to take on another gear.“Nooooo….. I can’t …..he’s not bloody stupid…… he will realise…. its spunk…. not my fanny juices” she replied in short breaths “ I don’t give a fuck. I want you to do it…do it for me will you Claire….will you do it” his thrusts continued without dropping pace“Nooooooooooo”“Slut, Do it….do it…make him eat you out and taste my spunk”“ I can’t”“Do it slut” He again increased his tempo further and was really going at her I could see her pussy was foaming while each thrust entered her.“Do it” again he asked“Okay, okay I will” Claire moaned Fucking hell I spunked again all over the floor adding to my last deposit“OHHH FFFUUUUCCKKKKKKKKK, IIIIMMMMMMMMMMM CCCCCUUUUMMMMMMMIIINNNGGG” she screamed and shuddered into an almighty climax.I could see her pussy pulsating sucking on the cock that was feeding into her.“AAAHHHHHHH IIMMMM CCCUUMMMMMIINNGGG” Paul shouted and grunted and he still held tight onto Claire’s ankles and pumped into her.A noise from outside startled them both as well as me.“Shit he’s coming”…Claire’s shouted as she got up off the floor quickly putting on her knickers and t-shirt. Paul grabbed his shorts and after putting them on back to front left via the back door. Claire got a cloth and wiped the floor where she just got fucked albeit roughly and stood up waiting for me to enter……….nothing it was somebody dropping off some flyer in the letterbox. The relief on Claire’s face was mint. She was still flushed and panting and shaking slightly as to what had just happened. She walked back into the garden and I made my way into the garage again to peer through the window. Claire approached Paul whom was now over the fence pretending to continue with the garden. “It’s a false alarm” she said looking through the washing hanging on the line.“Phew, god that was close. I’m almost getting hard again”“Save it for another time” Claire replied with a smirk on her face.“Don’t forget your promise…when he gets in get him to eat you out”Claire paused and twirled around on her feet“ I promise, I will make sure he gets it all you dirty bastard”“Good girl my little slut”Claire blushed and walked back towards the house. Oh, that was my cue to leave and off I went and snook out back to the car and drove off returning a couple of hours later. Well, I was in for a treat apparently………

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Keeping the boss happy…Jackie was an accountant and part-owner of the high-end Audio/Video store where I worked as a sales rep.In her late forties, divorced, well proportioned, extremely well dressed and aloof, she was hands-off to the sales staff who mentally fucked her as she walked down the aisle towards her office every day. I was no different. The woman carried herself like royalty and had a gold-medal ass she showed off when she walked in heels and clinging skirts. Over the course of a few months after I hired on, there were subtle hints and eye contact but she and I kept it polite and professional. As time passed I would compliment her on her outfits until one day I thought to hell with it and while she was in the coffee lounge I crossed the line and quietly said that she looked so good, sometimes I felt like tearing off her clothes. She looked at me and said, Well…you don’t have to tear them off. and walked away with her coffee, trailing her exquisite perfume.It was on a slow afternoon soon after that and I was in the main Theater, a high-end showplace, checking out a porn video on a 15 foot screen. I step out for a smoke and Jackie is walking by on her way to her office. She joins me. We make small talk, she asks what I’ve been up to. I ask her if she’d like to see. Sure, she says. We go back to the Theater. Inside, I lock the door and switch on the In Use light outside the door. Staff had keys to all of the sound-rooms but when the Theater was in use, no one interrupted a demo.We’re standing behind a large, high backed leather couch and I dim the lights and hit the play button. Up on the fifteen foot screen, a man is sliding his cock in and out of the woman on all fours in front of him.Jackie watches, doesn’t react and I’m ready to hit the stop button at the first indication she might be offended. Some women are. That didn’t happen. The action gets hotter. When the guy shoots his load, Jackie lets out a low mm-hmm…She’s focused on the screen. She watches the man slip out and rub the head of his cock against the woman’s pussy lips. The action’s over and I hit stop.I looked her in the eye and asked, So…how’d you like the movie?Yes…it was….interesting. Is this what you do in here? Sometimes…when it’s quiet.She was tekirdağ escort bayan standing next to me when I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close. Nothing was said. I knew she was hot. She turned to me and we kissed, deep and wet. My swollen dick pressed against her belly. She reached down and squeezed it through my slacks.I raised her skirt, slipped my hands down under her panties and squeezed that great ass with both hands. I pushed her panties down and she stepped out of them.I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and cupped her pussy and slowly rubbed while she tried to swallow my tongue.She was breathing hard and she was wet, almost dripping. I unzipped my fly. She fervishly grabbed at my pants, undid them and they dropped to the floor. My briefs followed. She grabbed my cock and squeezed and pulled on the shaft. She palmed the seeping pre-cum into the bloated head. I could have shot off right then and there. A weaker man might have.I turned her around and bent her over the back of the couch with her dress bunched up around her waist. She arched her ass out to me. I stroked my fingers between her moist pussy lips and gently rubbed her clit. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit, held her ass with one hand and nudged the swollen head into her. It didn’t take much. Her wet sheath sucked me in, balls deep.Sunk in to the hilt, I didn’t move. The feel of her pussy burned into my brain.Her cunt was incredible. She was well into her forties and her sheath was hot, snug and wet. Women half her age should be so lucky. The soft ridges felt like small teeth nibbling at my dick. I don’t have a giant cock but it has girth and a large, cut head that likes to find the deepest part of a woman’s pussy.She gasped when I withdrew a little and sunk back in. I had short-stroked her deep a half dozen times when she buried her face into the couch, stifled a low groan and came with a loud grunt… a hard, body-shaking orgasm that I was afraid would make her scream, but she held back, sobbing and wimpering.I held her ass in both hands and held it in deep as she shivered and shook, her pussy clenching and quivering around my cock. Her cunt slurped around the shaft when I began to thrust.The sight of her bent escort tekirdağ over, my cock buried inside her, the soft sounds she made, her ass cheeks in my hands, her tight, brown bung-hole and the smell of her cunt-musk pushed me over the edge – She felt my cock expand. that’s it –that’s it – yes….come now! she panted in a hoarse whisper.My cock was so swollen I thought the skin would split.I short-stroked her deep with my balls pressed up against her clit. Squeezing her cheeks in both hands, I felt the first stings of my orgasm.I thrust hard, clenched my ass tight.My dick twitched with each of a half-dozen thick spurts. She held her ass against me while I pushed down on her hips and strained to get up deeper inside her.Oh fuck yes …..jesus.. good.. she hissed.The pleasure was incredible and intense. I stifled a groan. It was all I could do to stifle a roar.She was breathing heavily, slowly grinding her ass against me while the tight friction of her cunt eased up from my load. There would be another time when I could stay inside her while I shrunk, but this time wasn’t the case.I was still hard when I slipped out. We’d been here long enough. Time to go.Jackie kissed me hungrily, and after we got ourselves presentable and cleaned up the cum she had leaked onto the floor, I gave the room a quick air freshener spritz, shut down the projector and walked out into the store as if nothing had happened. She went one way and I the other. The whole thing went down in 15 or 20 minutes.As she walked away I turned and watched and imagined my juice seeping out her.Later on that day, as I was about to leave work, I answered a phone message in my in-box. It was Jackie, asking me to return her call.I did.What’s up, I said.I’m sitting at my desk…tasting your juice on my fingers.Yes..tell me what you’re doing…are you wet….Yes…Are your fingers inside you?Yes…Is it good…Yes, it’s good…Cum for me…think of my cock deep inside you… spread your legs and cum.jesus yes…I want your cock inside me……You like my cock?I LOVE your cock……Did you like it when it came inside you?She gasped and held her breath and moaned. I heard her whimper.Stop by my office now, before you leave for the day, she said, and hung up.I did.The door tekirdağ escort blinds were drawn shut. She opened her door and let me in. The room had the unmistakable odor of cunt in heat. She ran her fingers under my nose and between my lips to let me smell and taste her fresh musk. I reached down and found she wasn’t wearing panties. I could have fucked her on the floor but instead I stood behind her in front of a full length mirror, pulled up her dress and told her to watch herself cum while I rubbed and stroked her well-groomed, hairy cunt.She looked hot with her legs apart and her eyes glazed, while I stroked her clit and fingered her while she flexed and squeezed her ass.I don’t know if she had ever had an orgasm standing in front of a mirror with someone fingering her G spot but I was pretty sure she’d remember this. My hand was soaked with juice.There’s nothing as hot as a beautiful woman’s face contorted in the agony of orgasm. Her brows were furled, her eyes shut, the sides of her mouth sagged.I got on my knees in front of her to let her watch me in the mirror licking and eating her pussy. Grabbing my head, she grinded her crotch into my face.Her cunt tasted like a melon.I didn’t let her fuck me again that day. I left her craving for my dick.The next day I met her at lunch hour in a hotel room where I had her on her back underneath me with her knees up, squeezing her beautiful, perfect ass cupped in my hands, my finger up her ass while she loudly grunted and moaned through her orgasms, soaking the sheets with her juice while she grabbed and clawed at my ass and sucked another big load out of my balls with my face buried in her neck.She liked to ride me. Sometimes, just before she came, she would crawl up, sit on my face, grind her crotch and squirt into my mouth. She damn near suffocated me. The woman was insatiable. One day I excused myself from a dead-end client and followed her down into the Women’s bathroom in the lower level. She locked the door and I fucked her bent over the counter. I went back to the sound room and picked up where I had left off with the customer. Closed the deal, too. That was the start of a year or so of insane sex. We sucked and fucked our brains out on lunch hours in hotel rooms, at work, and all the way to a trade show in Las Vegas. She picked up the tab.I left the firm a year and a half later to join another company and saw her again a couple of years later at another Vegas trade show.We never made it out of the hotel room for three days.Edit Delete

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Jenny from next door 2I stood at the front window, staring out at our neighbours front garden that morning, and then finally I saw young Nathan step out of his front door, close it, and then head to his car.A few seconds later he was in it, and then heading off to work for the day.”I’m just going next door!” I said to my wife as I strolled towards our front door “Jenny wanted me to look at a hole she’s found!””Okay dear, have fun!” replied my innocent wife.She had no idea what I was really going over there for, and it was probably for the best, because the next few hours I intended to fuck the arse off of our hot blonde young neighbour, and that was something I really didn’t think my wife needed to know.A few seconds later I knocked on our neighbours front door, and Jenny opened it and greeted me with a smile, in her dressing gown.”Come in Bill! Come in!” she said eagerly.Then she led me through the house, up the stairs and into a bedroom where a large double bed with fresh sheets on it sat, before she grinned at me, and then strolled over to the bed.Jenny then undid her dressing gown and let it drop to the floor to reveal she was completely naked underneath, and my old cock instantly twitched at the sight of her pale white petite little body, with her tiny little tits, and hard pink nipples, and smooth bald pussy mound.She then climbed up onto the bed, and staying on all fours, she opened her slim little legs wide and offered me her holes.I eagerly moved towards her, before falling to my knees, crawling up behind her and pushing my face into her bald little pussy.Jenny moaned loudly as I began to lick and suck on her pussy lips, teasing her little clit with my chin, and tasting her sweet juices as they began to leak from her hole.”Oh yeah! Eat me Bill! Eat me!” she groaned with her head down in the bed sheets.With my hands on her little soft warm arse cheeks, I pulled her pussy open as much as I could, while driving my big wet tongue into her gaping hole, and she groaned louder loving the feeling of it.”Oh yes! Tongue my pussy Bill! Tongue my pussy! I want to cum on your face! I want to cum!” she moaned louder as her hips began to rock back and forth, and now she was almost fucking herself, with my face.For the next few minutes I licked and probed her wet delicious pussy, making her groan over and over as I drove her to her first orgasm, then I slipped a couple of fingers into her, as I began sucking on her clit and she groaned louder with excitement.”Oh god! your making me cum! I can feel it! I can feel my orgasm coming!” she groaned.I eagerly continued to thrust two fingers into her wet hole, as I continued to lick at her clit, and she moved her little hips faster against me as her groans got louder and more excited, and then after just another minute or so she began to cry out continuously until finally she groaned “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! OH… GOOOOOOOOOOOD!”And she tensed up her little body, ground her pussy into my face, and began to cum.”OH GOOOOOOOD! OH GOOOOOOOOOOD!” she cried again before he body began to shake and twitch.I stayed perfectly still under her, letting her enjoy her first yozgat escort orgasm of the day, and her little pussy leaked more juices right into my face, as she groaned through her orgasm.Finally she calmed down, and I with drew my sticky fingers, not before giving them a good lick, and then got up from under her, stood up and began taking off my clothes.As soon as I was naked, I moved to the bed, and Jenny was just catching her breath, before I climbed aboard, positioned myself up behind her, placed my hard ready old cock at her wet entrance, and then eased myself into her.She groaned loudly again, as she felt my old man cock sliding between her little pink pussy lips and entering her warm wet hole.Then holding onto her slim little hips, I began to thrust into that young blonde woman, and she quickly began to moan as I fucked her.”Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” she groaned still with her head down in the bed sheets.”Fuck me1 Fuck me! Fuck me! I want it! I want it!” she kept saying as I did just that.For a good few minutes I pumped my hard old cock into her, as we both groaned and moaned, then I slowed down and began to thrust deep and hard into her, but slowly so she could feel my whole length going right up inside of her, before pulling almost right back out again.”Oh shit Bill! You really know how to fuck a pussy!” she moaned as I continued to slowly drive my cock back and forth inside of her.”If you were twenty years younger, i’d leave Nathan in a heart beat for you!” she then said.”And if I was twenty years younger, i’d pound you every night!” I replied with a grin.She then raised herself up, twisted her little body around, and as I continued to fuck her, she leant over and kissed me.For a good few seconds we stayed like that, until she let go, and then she laid back on the bed, side ways on, and I eagerly began to thrust into her, as she stared back at me with a lustful look.”Fuck me Bill! Fuck me!” she urged again staring into my eyes.”Pound my little pussy! Its yours! Just fuck it as much as you want!” she then said as she gripped the bed sheets.I carried on fucking my hot blonde nympho neighbour, sideways on, for another few minutes, until I got her to roll onto her stomach, and happily I laid on top of her, and began pumping my cock into her a little faster and harder.”Oh yes! That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me like that!” groaned Jenny as she lay beneath me.I have to admit I loved fucking her like that, my cock seem to be able to push in deeper than I thought it could go, her little soft arse pushed into my old man belly and it felt so nice, and watching her head rock back and forth from the force of my thrusts made my cock feel even harder.So I eagerly continued to fuck her like that, pounding her into the bed, and giving her everything I had, and quickly she began to get excited, loudly.”Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m going to cum again! I’m going to cum again!” she groaned out loud.”You like that?” I asked”Yes fuck yes!” she groaned back “Just keep fucking me like that! Just keep fucking me!”I continued to do just that, and as my hard old cock pumped repeatedly into her warm wet pussy, and the escort yozgat bed began to squeak and groan under the strain, she got louder and more excited.”Oh god! That’s it! That’s it!” she groaned “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”I eagerly pumped away at her little bald wet pussy, and that petite little blonde twenty year old groaned over and over as I fucked her towards a second orgasm, and then as I thrust into her again and again, she suddenly tensed up and cried out “OH GOD! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”And then her little body began to twitch and shake again, and I pushed deep into her convulsing pussy as she came hard on my cock.”OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she cried again, as her head tilted towards the ceiling.For another few amazing seconds I stayed buried in her pussy, as she orgasmed beneath me, and then after a lot of screaming, she calmed down and with a sigh relaxed.I then slowly began to grind my hard cock into her as she caught her breath, before finally I pulled my hard cock out, and rolled off of her.Jenny then turned and leant towards me, and reaching out, she took hold of my hard wet glistening cock, and began to stroke it, before she lowered her mouth down onto it, and began to give it a suck.”Oh yeah! That’s nice!” I sighed as she gently sucked on my old wet dick, and tasted her own pussy juices.For a few minutes she happily just lay in my lap sucking on my old cock and licking my balls, until she leant up towards me and kissed me, and exchanging saliva I could taste her pussy and my cock on her lips, before she rose up fully, positioned herself over my hard cock, and then lowered herself onto it.Her wet little pussy easily slid straight onto my hard cock, and then holding onto my shoulders, she began to ride my cock, while leaning in and kissing me again.”You going for a third?” I asked.”And fourth and a fifth!” she replied “I’m going to fuck you all day!””What about your husband?” I asked “what if he comes home in the middle of it?””Then he’ll get to see, what a real man fucking me, is like!” she replied before she kissed me again.Now I don’t know if she truly meant it or not, but fucking her most of the day seemed alright with me, so I was willing to give it ago, if she was.She then bounced up and down on me for the next few minutes, her little bald wet pussy slid easily on my hard pole, and her little tits jiggled as she moved, and her moans and groans rung out as she fucked herself on my cock.Then when she began to grow tired, I got her to lie back, lifted her legs up onto my shoulders and I began to thrust into her as she lay back between my legs.”Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” she moaned loving this new position.Now I was enjoying this too, even though my balls were rubbing against the sheets and getting pretty hot, and as we fucked I moved one of her petite little feet to my mouth, and began sucking on her toes, and she moaned louder enjoying the sensation.For a few more minutes I continued to fuck my hot neighbour like that, pumping into her little wet pussy as I sucked on her little toes, then I let go of her foot, leaned forward, and placing yozgat escort bayan my hands down either side of her head began to pump into her firmer and faster.”Oh yes! Yes! lets go for three!” she moaned excitedly “I want to go for three!””Absolutely!” I replied with a grin.Now i was basically lying on top of her, I could drive my cock into her again, and she quickly began to groan louder once more as I did.My whole cock buried itself over and over into her pussy, filling it with man meat, and my balls slapped against her arse as it did, and she laid back groaning loudly and begging for more.”Yes fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want it! I want it so much!” she kept muttering.Her little legs now rose up and hung around my waist as my old cock continued to pound into her, and she got louder and more excited by the second as her third orgasm quickly approached.”Oh fuck! Your going to make me cum again! Your going to make me cum again!” she groaned beneath me.I eagerly pounded into her as fast and as hard as I could, and she continued to groan and moan loudly, and then I felt my balls begin to tighten up and I had to groan.”Oh god! I’m going to cum too!” I cried.”Do it! Just keep fucking me! Just keep fucking me!” she replied urging me on, as she held onto my shoulders.So I did, I carried on fucking away at her, my cock was now a blur in her wet used pussy, and she continued to cry out over and over as we both approached our orgasms.”Oh Christ! I’m almost there!” I groaned desperate to hold on.”Me too! Me too!” she cried back.And as my cock continued to pound into her, I felt her little body beneath me tense up, and she pulled me in tight and then began to scream in my ear.”OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she cried out as she came.Feeling her hot little naked body thrashing against mine, and having her screaming her orgasm into my ear did it for me, and I felt my old balls tighten, churn and with a mighty groan, I exploded deep inside of her.”OH FUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!” I cried out as I began to unload.My cock then began to pump a huge wad of cum into Jenny’s little unprotected cunt, as I came over and over inside of her, and she gripped me tightly as she came over and over on my squirting cock.For the next few seconds we were locked together just cumming and cumming again, until finally we both relaxed, sighed and stopped cumming!Then we stayed locked together for a bit longer, as we both tried to catch our breath.”Oh fuck! That was amazing!” I said feeling really exhausted.”Oh yeah! It was fucking great!” she replied as she grinned up at me.Then I rolled off of her, and as my softening cock slid out of her pussy, I watched my load begin to seep out of her gaping hole.Jenny then scooped some up, before licking it off of her fingers, then she reached over and began to suck me clean.”Oh that’s nice!” I groaned as I laid back enjoying the feeling of this hot little woman sucking on my spent cock.But she continued to keep sucking, and despite my age, I soon began to grow hard again.”Really? You want more?” I asked a little amazed.She then looked up at me and grinned “I did say I wanted to reach four and five orgasms!”Then she straddled my waist, held my hard cock steady, and slowly slipped her cummy leaking pussy back onto it.”And if your lucky, I might even let you cum again inside of me!” she then added, before she began to ride me once more.

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BBW Claire (& Her Socks)After our first night together, Claire and I began to see each other regularly. We indulged in a wide array of sexual acts, one of the most memorable of which was how I would worship her feet in socks.I have always had a fetish for girls in socks. How they look on a girls feet, how they feel to touch, how they smell. On our first night together, I had asked Claire to keep her socks on. She had been wearing the most adorable white and pink striped ankle socks. I was tempted to sniff her sock covered feet and ask her to give me a footjob with them but I reckoned this would be too weird for her.After fucking Claire, I had asked her if she wanted to spend the night at my place the following Friday. She informed me that it was her ‘time of the month’ and that another night of fucking wasn’t an option. I enjoyed her company so I agreed for her to stay over at mine anyway, even though I knew that I wouldn’t be fucking her.That Friday evening, we had some drinks and chilled. We layed on my couch watching TV, kissing, cuddling and chatting. Claire was wearing black jeans, and a white top. I noticed that when she took her trainers off, she was wearing lovely little sky blue ankle socks. I kept looking at how nice her feet looked in them. The conversation inevitably turned to sex. We chatted about the previous weekends antics and how much we both enjoyed it. She said to me “I hope you don’t mind me asking but why did you ask me to keep my socks on?”.I was mildly embarassed but honest with her “I know you’ll probably find it strange but I have a thing for girls in socks”. “Really?” She replied “I don’t think it’s strange at all”. She then asked “What is it you like about girls in socks then?”. I explained that I love how they look on a girls feet. She promptly lifted the bottom of her jeans to display her cute socks in all their glory. “Do you like these?” she enquired. “Yeah they look really hot” I replied.She then sat up and layed back on the couch, putting her feet on my lap. I was transfixed on her socked feet as she asked “Would you like to give me a foot massage?”. As soon as the words had left her mouth, I instantly agreed. I put my hands on her feet and slowly rubbed them, starting at her ankles and working my way down to her toes. “Mmm I love having my feet rubbed” she announced.My cock was stiffening as I massaged her toes through her cotton socks, a bulge was beginning to develop in my shorts. She noticed the bulge appearing and joked “Wow these socks are really getting you going”. I was speechless, I wanted to bury my face in her feet immediately but decided to take my time and savour this special moment.She then placed a foot on the bulge in my shorts and moved it back and forth, the sole of her foot massaging my now rigid shaft. I slowly held her other ankle and raised her socked foot towards my face, kissing her sole and sniffing her toes. She raised her other foot, till both feet covered my face, her toes pressed against my nose. I inhaled Claire’s sexy foot aroma to the sound of her telling me “Yeah go on, give them a sniff”. I breathed in and was ordered “Give them a proper sniff, smell my feet”.Her sweaty toes were sending my hormones into overdrive, I quickly yanked down my shorts and released my stiff member. Her eyes fixed on it, as I masturbated in front of her. She demanded “Yeah wank your cock, you dirty bastard”. I very much liked this turn of events, Claire was taking control. I sniffed at her feet and wanked off for her, looking into her eyes as I worshipped her sweaty blue socks.With the smell of her feet now firmly in my nose, she dropped her legs and put them on either side of my cock. I instinctively placed my cock between her beautiful socked feet and pushed them together, her arches squeezing my cock. She held the underside of her thighs for extra support and commenced with a slow footjob on my boner.This was heaven, my first sockjob. It was 2004, I had never searched internet porn and had absolutely no knowledge of whether or not other people liked this kind of thing. This was a year or two before I had ever heard the terms ‘footjob’ or ‘sockjob’. In the near future, I would learn that it is a very common fetish and the internet is awash with every concievable kink for sock enthusiasts.”How does that feel?” Claire asked. “Unbelievable” I almost stammered in reply. I watched in amazement as her sky blue socks moved up and down, jerking my cock. She would stop randomly and rub her feet on my balls and on my legs, and raise a foot to my face to let me kiss and smell her socks.The profanity then flowed from yalova escort her mouth like a river. “You’re a fucking pervert!” she sternly stated. I had never been verbally abused by a girl in this way and I was loving every minute of it. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”, “Getting horny for a girl’s feet, you’re such a dirty bastard”. “You probably steal girls smelly socks and have a wank with them, don’t you?” You fucking freak”. I grabbed her ankles and steadily fucked her feet with her abusive words ringing in my ears “You want to spunk on my socks don’t you?”. I certainly did and I meekly responded with a shaky “Yeah”.Events took a further twist when this naughty girl sat side by side with me on the couch and took off her socks. “Here, if you like my socks so much you can have this” was her prelude to her sweaty sock being stuffed into my mouth. I tasted her foot sweat as she placed the other sock onto my cock like a condom and jerked it hard. I was hard as steel as she participated in one of her now familiar ‘psycho handjobs’. Her teeth gritted as her hand beat my meat with an aggressive passion.”Come on, jizz in my sock” she authoratively stated “Pump your dirty load into my sock, you filthy cunt”. The depravity of her words had my entire body pulsating and with an almighty whoosh, my throbbing prick erupted into her sock. Her hand kept momentum till she made sure of draining every last drop of juice from my balls. The dirty talking exhibition rolled on ‘That’s it, get all that cum out”, “You fucking pervert”.I layed back on the couch and removed the socks from my mouth and cock and threw them on the floor. “Did that hit the spot?” she queried. I layed back on the couch with my shorts around my ankles and answered “That was perfect Claire, how did you know what to say?”.As I cleaned myself and pulled my shorts back up, she enlightened me “You’re not the first guy I’ve been with who had a foot fetish, my ex loved my feet”. He liked to cum on my feet, I love that too”. I had never before been with a girl who loved having someone play with her feet. I was determined to make the most of it.Afterwards Claire put on some clean socks, little white ankle socks with black skull and crossbones. I commented on how much I liked them and told her “Those socks are gonna make my cock hard again”. She laughed and said “You’re such a dirty boy”.We slept together in bed that night, with her wearing only big white fullback cotton briefs and those lovely socks. I awoke the next morning with a raging hardon, I pulled the covers back to look at her panty covered ass and perfect socked feet.I just couldn’t help myself. As she slept peacefully in my bed, I touched and rubbed her feet. She stirred a little but didn’t awake, even as I pressed my nose against the underside of her toes and breathed in her foot scent. I quickly whipped off my boxer shorts and set about wanking my stiff cock. The feeling intensified by the taboo nature of my behaviour. With her sleeping on her side, I placed my pulsating cock between her sock covered feet and began to fuck them.She stirred again, only this time she was waking up and turned around to see what was happening. She looked down to see me sat on the end of the bed, with an extreme boner and my hands on her feet. “For fuck sake!” My naughty foot slut protested “Are you getting horny for my socks again?”. “Yeah I’m gonna fuck them” I declared “Just lay back”.With my cock between her sock clad arches, I gripped her ankles and slowly fucked her feet. Thrusting up and down whilst looking her in the eyes. “I’m gonna have to play with myself” she matter-of-factly announced as she slipped a hand down the front of her big white granny panties. Her pad visible through the cotton, as she frantically rubbed her clit.Claire’s big tits and hot belly wobbled as she played with herself and her thick thighs wobbled as I fucked her feet. I watched the splendour of her insatiable fat body, rippling as we both got ourselves off. She informed me “I’ve been horny as fuck since last night”. I enquired “Do you want me to fuck you?”, with her explaining “Sorry, I’m still on but I’ll be ok to fuck on Monday”. I didn’t mind, seeing as I still had my prick between her socked feet.She then demanded “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me on Monday”. I momentarily stopped fucking her feet, wrapped a hand around my cock and wanked off whilst talking utter filth to my BBW slut. “I’m gonna stick it up your cunt, you fucking slag” was my opening gambit. This drove her wild, her chunky body convulsing as she fingered her button in her panties.”Are you gonna sniff escort yalova my socks when you fuck me?” She questioned. I affirmed “Yeah let me sniff them now”. Without further ado , I immersed my face on the soles of her socked feet and smelled her toes. “Sniff my socks you dirty perv” she instructed me, adding “Do you like m*****ing girls when they’re sleeping?”. I was stuck for words and simply replied “mmmmm”, as I continued savouring her fragrant feet whilst wanking my hard cock with vigour.She continued “I can’t believe you were fucking my feet when I was sleeping”. “You’re such a fucking creep”. I retorted “You fucking love it you dirty cow”, “Don’t make yourself out to be an angel when we both know you’re a slut”. Her fingers moved as fast as lightning as we talked filth to each other, the dialogue evidently pushing her buttons.”I’m gonna cum” she blurted out, whilst her large body trembled and rippled. I knelt in front of her, masturbating to the wonderful sight and dominantly declared “Thats it slut, cum for me”. With her hand down her knickers, she reached a bucking orgasm. Moaning and twitching in ecstasy.As she was regaining her composure, she sat up and said “Come on then, wank over my socks”. I did exactly that, beating my meat passionately as she wiggled her toes on my balls. That all too familiar feeling washed over my body, my balls tingled and whoosh! I exploded all over her pretty socked feet, aiming towards her toes and spraying a heavy load.”You fucking pervert” was her latest insult “I can feel your spunk dripping between my toes”. I said nothing. Having jerked every last drop of cum from my balls, I just knelt there, still slightly dazed. “Lick your cum off my socks” was her next demand. I had never done anything like this before and was rather reluctant to indulge in her dirty demand.I hesitated for a few seconds then before I could refuse, she sat back, lifted her legs and began to rub her cum soaked feet all over my face. My own cum was being smeared on my face as she continued with her aggressive tirade ‘”You’re gonna lick your spunk off my socks now”, “It’s your punishment for sexually assaulting me in my sleep”. “You’re getting off lightly, I could go to the police and have you locked up you fucking perv”.I held one of her feet at the ankle and took her sock covered toes into my mouth. “Suck them” she demanded “Taste your cum”. I sucked on her toes and tasted my salty semen. She then took her socks off and insisted that I lick the cum from between her toes. I could see the glistening of my jizz and ran my tongue between her toes, tasting a mix of my cum and her foot sweat.A real bond was developing between us, we were now spending a lot of time together and finding out about one another’s turn ons and turn offs. I had learned that she liked to be treated like a slut and talk dirty. That she also liked to switch and take control. She loved anal and being hurt. Claire learned about my kinks. Some she didn’t like but for the most part, she was happy to indulge my fetishes (mostly my foot fetish).On another memorable night, Claire and I had our dirtiest foot / sock fetish session. It was a Sunday, Claire and her work mates had taken part in a sponsored country walk for charity. They had spent a few hours walking and had gone for a few drinks afterwards. Claire texted me from the pub they were drinking and informed that she was coming to my place afterwards, to sleep over.At around 9pm, a slightly drunk and very tired Claire turned up at my flat. She removed her coat and we sat together on the couch and chatted. She explained how the sponsored walk had been a real slog for her, she was a big girl and struggled with her weight and fitness issues. The rigours of her strenuous day and the alcohol she had consumed had her exhausted, she periodically dozed off then snapped awake again.”Go to bed Claire, you’re exhausted” I offered. “No it’s ok” she replied “I want to stay up for a while with you”. She still had the same clothes on that she had been wearing all day, woolen jumper, cargo pants and hiking boots. She always kept a change of clothes, night wear and underwear at my place so I suggested she might want to have a shower and change into her pyjamas. She said she was too tired to shower and that she would wait till morning so I fetched her clean pyjamas and brought them to her on the couch.She sat on the edge of the couch, untied the laces on her hiking boots and removed them. I looked down at her sexy black cotton socks as she stood up to remove her jumper and t shirt, exposing her lush fat belly and big tits in yalova escort bayan a black cotton bra. Before she began to removed her trousers, I had caught a whiff of something in my nostrils. Initially it was a faint aroma but it quickly became an incredibly potent and pungent scent filling the room.I instantly realised that Claire’s feet were the cause of this strong odour, she had been wearing those boots all day and only now were her sweaty feet and socks being aired for the first time. As she slipped off her trousers, I could see that she was behaving uneasily. She stood in front of me, dressed in bra, briefs and calf length socks, all black, all cotton. She looked down at me on the couch and in a shameful and embarassing manner, began to apologise for the smell that her feet were creating.I put her at ease and reassured her that she shouldn’t feel embarasssed. Her stinky feet and socks were getting my blood racing, I knew how dirty and wrong it was but the scent was like an aphodisiac. “I think I will just have a shower after all” she meekly said, in an effort to regain what she seemed to perceive as lost dignity. She had no need to attempt to redeem herself in my eyes, I was in a state of bliss with this assault to my senses.Knowing that she would soon be clean and fresh after her shower, I had to seize my moment and in my haste I announced “I want to sniff your feet”. She really was embarassed and pleadingly countered “Oh no, they’re horrible”. “I’ve had those boots on since 9am, I would rather not”. Undeterred, I proceeded to focus on my goal. “Just lay back” I instructed, informing her that “You don’t have to do anything”.She reluctantly layed back on the couch with her head on the arm rest and in just her underwear, she placed her unwashed sock covered feet on my lap. I lowered my head and could already smell the strong odour eminating from her feet. I pushed my nose tightly against the underside of her toes and took an extremely deep inward breath through my nose.My senses were assaulted in a way I could never have imagined. The smell was so overpowering that it literally took my breath away. I coughed as her sweaty foot odour caught in the back of my throat. “Oh fuck, your socks smell so bad” I stammered “You’re toes are fucking disgusting”. “Not so keen on my feet now are you?” Claire laughed, expecting me to be so turned off that I was bound to want to stop. “No, not at all” I proudly stated “It’s making my cock hard”In a split second, I had removed all of my clothes and had retaken my seat on the couch with her feet on my lap. This offensive smell had permeated to such an extent that I never thought possible. I sniffed her stinky toes and masturbated. Marvelling at how her black cotton socks were literally stuck to the soles and toes of her feet with dried sweat.Claire was so tired this night that she didn’t indulge me with her customary dirty talk. She just laid back and allowed me to worship her feet in any which way I desired. I didn’t have a lot to say either, I was so engrossed by her feet fragrance. I inevitably began to masturbate with her socks rubbing over my face.I placed a hand on one of her feet and moved it towards my mouth. The foul smell from her toes already in my nose, I nervously opened my mouth. Her five toes squeezed into my mouth, I bgan to suck her sock covered toes. The taste immediately filled my mouth, a sweet sweaty taste. It felt dirty and disgusting but that was what was making it even hotter.I wanked my rock hard cock with her toe sweat dominating my senses and felt that sudden urge. I quickly stood up and without adequate warning, sprayed my warm sperm all over her sweaty socked feet and legs. I expelled every drop before sitting back down on the couch. Claire instantly stood up and declared “I’m gonna have a shower now”.After her shower, she sat back down on the couch in her blue pyjamas. Her foot scent continued to linger in the air, this was clearly bothering her. She gathered her dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine. Then she opened a window and sprayed an air freshener. She retook her seat on the couch and complained that she could still smell it. I explained that I could smell it on my face and body and cock and that I could still taste it.After I had showered and brushed my teeth, she was finally satisfied that the smell had gone. She informed me that this dirty foot sniffing session was something which she didn’t particularly enjoy but that she found it a turn on to see how horny it made me.We had many more nights of foot sex and a great deal of other dirty activities. Claire would satisfy a few of my fetishes. Other girls I had been with had satisfied some of my kinks but none of them seemed to enjoy it as much as Claire. She was upfront, sexually confident and showed her enjoyment whenever we indulged in naughty acts.

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Just a holeI can’t explain why but when it comes to firsts…. I seem to sensationalize them in my head. How exciting it was, how it felt and everytime I replay it ,.it gets more erotic. Case in point on my first time with Mike. If you don’t recall, Mike was in his late 30’s when we met my freshman year of college. He was just a little taller than me, he had a slender build, thick moustache, and had the best 8″ cut cock I ever had in my ass. We met in my tiny one bedroom apartment late on evening after chatting online for only an hour. He drove 30 miles to fuck me on that bitterly cold night in January. Was it good for him? No not really, while fucking me on my back I was masturbating while he was just putting his tip into my ass after he had been fingering it. I shot my load early and I got super embarrassed. I had him stop, pull out and wait a few minutes before starting again. Mike was ticked off, just reading his body language. To make it worth his while, I had to agree to bareback. It was my first time and it was a confusing mixture of terror, new sensations , and lots of pain…. mostly afterwards.We met once a week for almost a year. Afterwards, Mike had grown bored of me and found other 18 to 19 year olds to fuck. Mike didn’t lead me on, he did exactly what he said he would…”I’ll fuck you until your ass is no longer tight enough for me to cum in.” The only reason he stayed was that I was willing to do anything to keep him interested in me and my weekly availability. Mike used me and honestly, I liked it. He wasn’t interested at that time in relationships but I had to be exclusive to him. I could date girls but not guys. He didn’t want another guy’s cock in my ass.Years later, I stayed in contact with Mike. I was in my early 20’s, he was in his early 40’s. He was in a relationship with a 19 year old. I was single and masturbating often. I was horny all the time and my sexual appetite had scared off a few ex-girlfriends. I had been with düzce escort a few other guys but nothing compared to Mike. One afternoon, I was home wanking off when Mike messaged me. He and his bf had a fight and his bf had decided to move out with another guy. Mike was in a mood. When he got mad, he was brutal…. usually it meant a severe ass pounding with tons of degrading words to whomever he was barebacking. He preferred doing his damage with you on all fours, bent over a chair or couch, or somewhere secluded outdoors where no one could hear you scream out in pain. The louder you moaned or screamed, the harder the pounding. Just thinking about it made my ass throb.He asked what I was up to, I took a picture of me jerking off in a chair with my legs up and apart and sent it to him. He laughed and we chatted about a few good times we had. Then Mike switched gears… He got very descriptive about what he was wanting to do. I got excited but scared because Mike could get dark quick. I also couldn’t tell if he was just wanting to talk dirty online or actually meet. He hadn’t expressed any interest in fucking me in a long time and everytime I thought he wanted me..,he just wanted to turn me on and leave me hanging. This time was different….He wanted to meet a this rest stop, about 10 miles south of where I lived. It was well known for being a cruising spot because of the heavily wooded area just behind the restroom area. What made this different was that he wanted to meet during the day. Mike was a calculated risk taker. He usually liked fucking in public but at night. This time he wanted to do it during the day. I wanted to see Mike but I knew if I did, I’d want more than just a quickie. Mike knew how I felt and even though in the past he would tell me the thing I wanted to hear. He would get what he wanted and leave. No matter how many times, I’d say never again…. I always tell for it because I thought it might be different.At this point, escort düzce I didn’t care. I agreed to meet him there. I drove to the rest stop and got there early. We agreed to meet in the handicap stall, Mike would knock twice , once, and twice again to let me know it was him. All I had to do was be naked and have my hole ready for a thumping. Unfortunate for me was that there were lots of people at the rest stop and the men’s room was more active than usual. I waited to use the handicap stall. Once in there, I sat on the toilet and injected the lube. I took off my shirt and slid my shorts off. I kept my tennis shoes and socks on …just in case someone was looking under the stall.I waited a long time, just lightly playing with my cock trying not to make too much noise. Then Mike knocked. I unlocked the door and he pushed it in. He had on a nice shirt, tight jeans and tennis shoes. He slipped into the stall, locked it and I stood up on the toilet seat sticking my ass out as I held onto the back of the porcelain throne. Mike unzipped and placed his flesh up into my crack. I was excited and nervous because there were others in the restroom. I had to make sure I kept quiet and that my grip wouldn’t fail me. Mike fingered me and it felt so good. His fingers slipped in and out with ease. He wiped them on my backside. Mike lightly slapped my ass in approval. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down on my oozing hole. He mounted me and I let out a loud moan. Mike felt so huge and good. I knew it would but when it happened, I forgot my place. Mike shssh’d me as he stood behind me with his pole in my hole. I couldn’t control myself with the burps and farts with the long strokes Mike was taking into me. I tried to stop with the heavy breathing and moaning but he felt too good. Mike had to stop. He quickly zipped up and stormed out. I fumbled around putting on my clothes as fast as I could to catch up to him.Mike was at his car, just getting düzce escort bayan in as I ran up to his driver’s side door. There were several onlookers who must of known what we were doing. Mike was embarrassed, but I could care less about that. I wanted to be with him. I begged him not to leave. Mike was angry, he didn’t speak as he turned the key. Then he said followed him in his car. I leaped into my car and tore after him. Mike didn’t wait for me, so I had to speed. He turned off the interstate and down a few gravel roads until stopping near a corn field. We got out and I followed Mike into the tall corn stalks. He pulled out his cock and made me suck. Mike was aggressive and I spit up and almost hurled from his hard penetrations deep into my throat. He continued. I had tears streaming down my face. My jaw was hurting from the commands to open wider. Then he pulled out and took off my clothes. He let me keep on my shoes and socks. I bent over, grabbing two corn stalks for bracing. Mike shoved inches into my ass. He started calling me names as he griped my hips hard. He slammed deeper into me. Mike called me bitch several times with other colorful words. Mike fucked me. It wasn’t pleasurable, he wanted to make it uncomfortable. I felt uneasy as he pounded into my ass. His cock traveled deeply into me. I held onto the thick stalks harder as Mike pushed himself up against my backside. He reached around my chest and pinched/pulled hard on my erect nipples. My cock was bouncing as I looked down. Mike yelled at me to keep quiet. I did my best, but his hard strokes were forcing the air out of lungs. I was breathing hard, sweat engulfed my body. Mike buried himself into my ass. Just as Mike wailed out during his climax. He pushed every inch into me and held me close. I inadvertently let out a “I love you!” It was met instantly by a sinister laugh, as Mike’s body quivered for the last time….”Don’t you get it yet? You’re just a hole for me!” Mike knocked me as he pulled back out of me. I was so weak in the legs and my heart was just ripped out of me. I fell to my knees sobbing. Mike zipped up and left me there in the corn field. I felt worthless as he tore off in a cloud of dust.

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Party of Four – Part 1When Timmy said he was having a party at his house on Saturday, I assumed it would be the usual high school party. Everyone stops by, there is beer, people get too loud, a neighbor calls the cops, and we all have to go home. The school year had just finished and it was party season for sure.”Oh, that’s great, Timmy. You’ll have beer?”Timmy looked at me. “Not that kind of party. Not this time. This one will be a very small party, by invitation only, and please don’t tell anyone else about it.”I was surprised and very curious. “I guess I’m invited to this small party?””Yes you are. You and only two others – Mike and Josh.””That’s too small to even be called a party, I said, half jokingly.”Timmy looked at me again, this uşak escort time with a smile on his face. “I’m sure you remember what you and I did last summer.”I nodded yes.”Well, I did the same things with Mike and Josh. Last summer. And since we all have this one thing in common, I thought we should all get together and do those things with each other.”I felt a twinge of jealousy. Timmy did it with two other guys and didn’t tell me?Of course you all know what we all did.He told me that I was his first. He didn’t force me into it, I did it voluntarily, but it was all Timmy’s idea and Timmy has a way of making sure that he gets whatever he wants.His dad has some high paying power job and they have the biggest and nicest house in the escort uşak neighborhood. With a huge in ground pool in the backyard. Timmy invited me over to go swimming. Just him and me and nobody else in the house. He talked me into taking off my swim trunks to go skinny dipping with him. When we both got out of the pool we each grabbed a towel to dry off. That’s when he made his move. He grabbed my towel from me and then he threw it and his own towel to the ground.”Let’s have a contest. We jerk each other off until both our dicks are hard, and the one with the smaller dick has to give a blowjob to the one with the bigger dick.”His hand was stroking my dick before I could respond to that. So I went along. I have an 8 inch dick, which uşak escort bayan I knew was a big dick, so I thought that my chances of winning this contest were pretty good. But it turns out that I lost. By almost an entire inch.He said we should go in the house and I followed him. And then I blew him. To completion.”You suck dick real good,” he told me after it was over. “And I can see that you like to do it. Now be honest and tell me. You like to suck dick, don’t you?”The answer to that is yes I do, and that’s what I said to him then.I sucked his dick about 10 more times that summer. And he sucked mine twice. Then summer vacation was over and the school year began. We didn’t talk about our contest or any of the encounters that followed during that next school year. Not until Timmy invited me to this exclusive party.- – – – “Yeah, sure, I’ll be at your party,” I said to him. “Good. Mike and Josh both said they will be there too.”Next: Part 2 – The Party at Timmy’s House

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Re-branding The Cock“Right oh, folks this is the deal tonight the Cock will be closed and all inside have come for sex. The Cock Inn is aptly named and you will be welcome to get in as far as you can. You will each be introduced to your friend for the evening. They will do what you like within the agreed limits. There will be others present who will certainly be screwing like the rest of you. Anything you do with them is between you and them and not in the price. Got it? “This was a works do with a difference, the all male team was being rewarded for a job very well done with an orgy. There were ten men and one woman on the bus that was taking them to the isolated village of Lesser Plumpton. That isolation had been killing the village but now it was providing the conditions for the main product – sex. Within the last few weeks every woman and some of the men in the village had become happy hookers, well paid and oversexed they took part in parties such as tonight.It started off innocuously enough with a meal in the restaurant if you ignored the fact that the woman handing out menu’s was naked as were the two servers. Not a stitch other than very high boots. The nine women who were to escort the unaccompanied men were dressed provocatively but just about decent. That soon changed, a busty red-head was wearing a strapless dress which soon fell down showing her lovely big tits with perky red nipples. Next her friend with long fair hair undid the fastening of her halter neck to reveal that she too had a nice big rack. Actually all of them did, an attractive MILF in a full length evening dress just pulled it over her head to reveal an under bust corset and open crotch panties. The woman sitting next to the only female visitor leaned over and whispered to ask if she was all right with this. They didn’t normally have women attending these ‘events’“I know what is happening, my other half arranged this for business colleagues. Whilst I have never done anything like this before I am looking forward to it. Shall I lose my top as well.”“Let’s take each other’s off.” They pull away at the buttons and fastenings pulled them over their heads and gave each other a quick kiss into the bargain. As well as them in the dining room were two other couples clearly friends because the women also removed each other’s tops. As the meal progressed more and more of the clothing came off. Until by then end all were naked apart from wearing a selection of tall boots.“I see you knew to fit in the dress code.”“Oh yes when Stephen asked about me coming along I had a chat with Bess first. I probably know more than anyone else amongst the visitors. I’m Trixie by the way.“I’m Karen, how are you about girls, most of us are bi and snog whilst being done.”“I haven’t tried it yet but rather like the idea. I like the whole idea, it‘s so deliciously bad.”“You will get on well with Tricia, she has a kink about being naughty. Even if quite innocent, if she think something is naughty she get really turned on. That’s her across from you.”Dinner finished and a fair amount of booze consumed them shifted to the private bar that was furnished to allow orgies. Everyone went in, guests, tarts, naked servers and the two other couples.They fucked away with enthusiasm Karen’s partner got distracted by Jill one of the servers which allowed Karen to pay attention to Trixie who quickly confirmed she was bi. Karen was quite experienced at threesomes and managed to ensure that both the other two had fun.You can’t fuck solidly for hours on end you need a breather Karen’s partner had accepted the substitution of girl permanently and was doing a good job of keeping up with the near instable Jill. This meant that Karen stayed with Trixie.“I’m a bit worried I didn’t pay for a girl of my own that why I brought Trixie, well that and she wanted to take part.”“Don’t worry I will let Jill have most of my fee, I don’t really need the money I am just a slut who likes a lot extra. You urfa escort two are more fun than super-stud, he’s got energy but is not that much of a thrill.”“Tell me about it I have to deal with him at work and listen to his boring stories, he really fancies himself.” Stephen smiled and waved at him getting a wave back from the man with the bouncing Jill on his lap.They spent the rest of the evening playing together but spending as much time talking as having sex. Trixie found out a lot more about the village and what went on there. The other two couples were a husband and wife solicitor and the local doctor and her husband. They were long term swinging partners and now the two women were also amongst the whores on and off. All the women were, some more than others but they were all at it. This turned Trixie on immensely she loved this place.“I wish we could live here.”“Really would you join in with what we do.”“I would like too, if Stephen could handle it.” “I can’t imagine us being able to afford living here but if we could yuh I could really handle my wife being a tart if the quid pro quo was this kind of thing. Having done this once, I think my firm would want me to do it again as long as they can deny all knowledge. They would sack me if it came out though, the bunch of hypocrites.”“Well with your wife on the game you would not be destitute, you could join in as we do have female client sometimes.”“Ha Stevie, how do you fancy that.”“Might learn something some of the older women have had time to learn.”Neither Trixie or Stephen really wanted to return that night with the clients and after Karen had a word with Ron and Liz they all went back together. In the end they stayed the entire weekend only being driven home Sunday night.————————————————————————————————————————————–Saturday morning, Jack who organised the events and owned the freehold of the pub went down to have a talk with Bess, the Cock inn’s landlady. Since they were frequent lovers and Bess wasn’t opening for a couple of hours the talk took place in her comfortable bedI have been thinking that we may want to look at how the Cock and the other activities interact. If it hadn’t been Jack this would have made Bess nervous as he owned the freehold of the Cock along with most of the village bought up to stop unwanted incomers who might spoil their fun.“How exactly, things see, to work very well so far.”“Yes but we have been lucky, just took at the Julie incident, it was a sheer fluke that we managed to corrupt her so successfully, it should have gone horribly wrong.”“True, Oh God man if you want a serious discussion stop sticking that lovely stick in me it’s very distracting.” They interrupted their chat to have a pleasant shag but resumed once they were both satisfied.One of the ongoing problems was where they entertained the clients, the Private bar was one place like last night. Also sometimes up at the manor house where Jack lived with his girls. Some of the Cock’s previously abandoned guest rooms had been brought back to service and were very comfortable and lastly some of the other tarts homes were sometimes used. But since some of them were married this wasn’t practical if hubby was home.Jack’s plan was to set up a limited company with Bess and turn the pub into a very private club. All the villagers would automatically be members and guests would be temporary members. This would allow them to put in access control. Added to this the Cock had formerly been a coaching inn when the road to Lesser Plumpton had gone somewhere prior to the railways and motorway that nearly cut it off. There were semi derelict building out the back that could be made use of. One already had, a barn that had become a clinic the source of all the boob jobs the girls enjoyed.They talked about it and agreed they could make more rooms, expand the kitchen and most importantly convert escort urfa the coach house to a venue. Then they could put on really big orgies for swinger clubs and the like. ————————————————————————————————————————————–Back at Ron and Liz’s house Stephen and Trixie had just got up to find Karen was downstairs. They were not sure what to do in the sober light of day. This was solved by Liz knocking on the door and came in. She was wearing a robe now but it did nothing to hide her mature charms being utterly transparent, also she was still wearing boots.“Come downstairs as you are. By now you must realised that we are all very, very bad people utterly debauched and loving every minute of it.”They joined the others downstairs for breakfast and were soon joined by Tricia from last night who once she removed her coat proved also to be wearing nothing but boots.“Do you dress like that all the time.”“Pretty much when inside. I have always liked outrageous boots. Tricia thinks them naughty so they turn her on. Generally the men both resident and client love them so yes we wear kinky boots a lot and often not much else. Karen tells me that you want to live here Trixie.”“I would love it and happily join in but there is no way we could afford it.”“Don’t bet on it, because of the isolation house prices are very low and in any case every available property is owned by Jack. If you two are up for becoming as bad as the rest of us then you may be surprised how affordable it is.”“What she means is that Jack doesn’t have to worry much about money and if he likes you as much as we do then he will find a way to make it possible.” This last was from Tricia who was sitting on Stephen’s lap as he played with her nipples and she stuck the pointed toe of her boot into Trixie’s slit. Being toe fucked was a new and interesting experience. With four naked women and two randy men, things went downhill fast. The six of them pretty much fucked most of the day and then went to the Cock for dinner and fucked some more in the private bar. “This places is really outrageous how do you get any work done.”“Fucking is work here but of course we do normal things during the week and even where clothes but more and more this is how we live. The things is we are a very close and happy village no social or age barriers because of what unites us.” Bess had asked to think about Jack’s proposition. Despite being Saturday night the bar was empty apart from the six of them. Bess smiled to see who was included and had a suspicion about what was happening. Why everything was so quiet was that up at the manor that nights clients didn’t want a gentle introduction they just wanted sex and were going at it with ten women including the oldest of the tarts Stella. Being quiet Bess and Jill decided to join in so locked the door. With the men now outnumbered eight to two Trixie was getting to experience a lot more girl sex and was trying out tribbing. Bess’s mobile rang.“Bess can we come in, the four of us fancied a drink and a fuck.” It was the family from the farm mother, daughter and their trans women partners. This will be the real test thought Bess if the newcomers take our two trans girls in their stride then they will fit in. They did Tilda sat on Stephens lap whilst he played with her tits and Dannie fucked away at Trixie who thought it even better than the strap-on she had recently tried. What was becoming clear was that Trixie was increasingly enjoying making out with girls.Dannie moved off to given Karen a fuck whilst his partner was kissing her. So Bess took up the vacant lap and had a hand in her pussy as reward.“Are you still sure?”“Totally. Up to now we have had a good but conventional sex life but Trixie is so much more vivacious doing this look at the way she is smiling so broadly. Also I’m male and enjoying seeing all you naked, busty women. Would I be urfa escort bayan right in guessing you’re not naturally that big.”“Well Sylvia and Liz were but not the rest of them. Joanna makes the most money out of doing boob jobs and not just for residents either.”“I suspect Trixie will want one, how much would that cost.” “Don’t worry if she opens her legs for money she will be able to pay.When Jack found out about the ideas he was a bit bemused this was the second time that strangers had seen what they were up to and joined in. the first time was by accident but ended up with two nice young women gleefully becoming whores and also lesbian lovers. Now it had happened again however there was no doubt that Stephen would be a useful contact. As for Trixie, she was the girl next door but in the best possible way. The vivacious, would be tart had definite appeal.The plans to change the nature of the Cock went ahead after Bess thought about it and agreed. Suddenly she was a company director with a salary, the third director was Liz, the by now part time solicitor who became company secretary. They celebrated the companies formation by having a threesome. It was without doubt popular to have the Cock as their villages private sex club and they had a party to celebrate and Jack refused any bookings for the night.Bess decided that she now needed more staff on a permanent basis and offered their prospective new resident a job as barmaid knowing full well she would have her clothes of in a flash of money just like her and Jill. As it turned out, Trixie was inventive.“Why don’t we have clothes that are broadly based on the German dirndls. The girls on those always seem to promise a lot if you can get your hands on them. An elasticated top that you can just pull a tit or both out of and a skirt beneath the knee that hides how long our kinky boots are unless we get paid to show them off. If they are lightly elasticated and have a draw sting we can remove the skirt easily. I can easily whip them up I am a fairly reasonable seamstress.At a party the next week they wore the new outfits all three of them, for the first time Trixie earnt some money as her tits were popped out and her skirt slid to the floor.The official launch of the club was the next month. Everyone turned up including Trixie and Stephen who hadn’t moved in yet were included. How well Trixie fitted in was proved by her doing a striptease in the bar, all the other women who were mostly still mostly dressed thought this was a good idea and joined in. Climbing up and removing their clothes or having them removed . Dropping back to the ground they went straight into the embrace of a lover, male or female. For the first time every one of them was here and Trixie was at the centre of it all. Mind you Steve was also fully engaged.All the interchanging combinations brought husband and wife together along with Joanna and Karen in a foursome. Trixie had a strap-on and was fucking Joanna alongside Steve doing Karen.“Do you ever get tired of all this?” enquired Trixie to no one in particular pumping away enthusiastically.“No we just get seem to get randier and more inventive.” Replied Karen as she wobbled back and forth titties gyrating.”“I can’t wait to get my boobs as big as the rest of you.” It was true that whilst breast size varied it was from large to enormous with Trixie’s medium size noticeably smaller.“Well why wait. Your moving in next week anyway.”“What if my neighbours see.”“What if they do, are you so friendly to them that they will feel able to ask.”“No I hardly know them, it’s not that friendly a place. Everybody works and we don’t talk much.”“Well then, Steve what do you think of formally inducting Trixie into the Cock Inn’s Big Boob club.”“Much as I like fondling the rest of your lovely big titties I have been looking forward to having my own wife’s to play with.”So there in the middle of the private bar Trixie breasts were prepared with oil then pumped up with the new preparation that got absorbed into the fat cells and made for big tits. By the end of the night the girl next door had added bounce. It was not just the Cock inn that had been re-branded but its newest bar-maid had as well.

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Maid’s TaleCeras realised she was standing in front of her mirror adorned in the slinky maid outfit. She looked at herself approvingly: flat tummy, pert breasts and slender legs. If only Mike could look at her the way that the young man in the store had… she thought naughtly.But there were still chores to do and Ceras sighed quietly. The laundry wouldn’t put itself away. But she really liked the way the silky outfit felt against her skin – it seemed such a shame to take it off again and change into her boring house clothes. What if she kept it on for just a little longer? She wondered, It wouldn’t really hurt, would it?With another quiet giggle, Ceras slipped on a pair of sandals and picked up the laundry. She was inexplicably nervous; it seemed like such a simple thing to do, but the bathroom where the laundry was kept was on the next floor up and walking about the house in her current state of dress – or undress – felt like such a turn on and was making her feel so naughty.As Ceras walked quietly up to the next floor she could feel the thong of the outfit riding up between her buttocks. With every step she took the thin strip of material seemed to massage her anus and slide deliciously between the slick folds of her vaginal lips so that, by the time she reached the bathroom, she was as wet and excited as she had ever been. She was just thinking about the possibility of a nice little private masturbation session as she pushed the handle to the bathroom and the door slid silently open.”What? I Thou …..””Jeez! Ceras, I’m sorry. I was just washing up. I..er…we didn’t think that anyone was in. Wow! You look great!”Ceras suddenly realised that her husband’s friend, James was standing in front of her and staring at her with a look of wonderment on his face. She looked him over as well, swiftly, and quickly saw that wonderment wasn’t the only thing he was feeling.James was aware that a quickly expanding erection was forming beneath his jeans and he blushed with embarrassment.”Shit, Ceras! Sorry..I…er….oh fuck, what are you doing?”Ceras could hardly believe it herself but as soon as she saw the bulge in James’ pants she knew that she wanted it – she wanted him. As she dropped the laundry and dropped to her knees in front of her husbands’ friend she felt like a complete slut. But she couldn’t help herself. She was a bitch in heat and she needed cock!James gasped as her felt his friends’ wife slide her hand into his open fly and pull his solid erection out. He sighed deeply as her lips enclosed around his throbbing cock head.”God, Ceras! What the fuck are we doing? I just…..ahhhhhhh! Damn, that feels so fucking good!”Ceras swallowed deeply on James’s cock and felt the head swell at the back of her throat. She could taste his manly essence and knew she wanted more. Much more.”But what about Mike?” James moaned through clenched teeth.For a moment, just a moment, Ceras allowed the solid length of swollen man meat to escape her greedy mouth.”Oh, I haven’t forgotten my husband,” she whispered salaciously, “I want you both. Today I want as much cock as I can get!””James!” Ceras heard her husband’s voice echoing tuzla escort bayan from the spare room and guessed that the two men had been watching a football game or some equally dull sporting fixture.”James!” He repeated. “Commercials are over. You coming?”Ceras couldn’t help herself. Just as she was about to slide James’s big cock back into her mouth she starting to giggle at her husband’s Freudian slip.”I think you probably will soon, so let’s go get him before you do, shall we?”James smiled as he and the unbelievably dressed wife of his best friend wandered into the bedroom where Ian was watching TV. He saw his friend display all the same traits of stunned shock as he had done himself when Ceras caught his eye.”What the fuck -?”But Ceras was in control now. She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it.”I hope you like my new outfit?” She cooed as she did a quick twirl in the middle of the room. She was well aware that her breasts and very moist pussy were both clearly visible to the two men.”What the fuck?” Mike repeated, his mouth hanging agog.”Just shut up, Mike.” Ceras stated coolly. “And turn that crap off the TV! I need fucking and I need it now! Any objections?”Mike could hardly swallow his mouth was so dry. The sight of his wife standing in the middle of the room half naked was enough of a shock but to hear her offering herself to both him and James was almost unbelievable – and too good a chance to pass up! For months Mike had harboured secret thought; dark desires that he could not tell his wife about. Sweet innocent Ceras, his wife of nearly fifteen years and the woman that he wanted to see fucked by another man.”Guess we’d better get naked then!” Mike gasped. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint a lady! Come on James, let’s fuck her!””I’m no lady today.” Ceras giggled, seeing that she was going to have her way, “I’m a slut! A cheap slut for you both to use as you want!”James and Mike were both naked in a matter of seconds and Ian could see from the erection that his friend sported that James was equally as excited about this prospect as he was. His own erection bristled with uncontrolled lust and arced menacingly up towards his stomach. He sat on the bed slowly stroking himself.”Get over here, slut and suck my fucking cock!”Delighted that both men were getting well into character, Ceras leapt onto the bed and crouched over her husband’s cock. She could not ever remember seeing him this hard and as her hand guided his stiff erection towards her mouth, she felt the shaft pulsate and throb wildly.”By the look of your cock I’m guessing that you have already had the pleasure of this slut’s mouth,” Mike said to his friend, “so why don’t you get up here and fuck her tight little cunt?”James looked down and was a little surprised to see Ceras’s saliva still dripping from his glistening cock. It was quite obvious that he had been sucked off very recently. But his friends’ words rang in his ears. He wanted Ceras. In truth he had always wanted her and now her husband was offering her to him. He was not about to refuse.Ceras felt the bed weigh down a little as James joined them. Mike was bucking escort tuzla his hips and thrusting his tool in and out of her mouth at an alarming rate and she knew that she would have to control him a little if he wasn’t going to climax too quickly.”Fuck me, James,” she gasped as she let Mike’s cock slide out from between her abused lips, “push that nice juicy cock inside me.” She remembered her husbands words and although she had never used such language before, the thought of using it now excited her. “Fuck me James. Fuck my tight cunt!”She groaned deeply as she felt James’s strong hands on her upturned ass. It was easy for him to pull the thong of the maid’s outfit to one side and, as she spread her knees and felt the cool air play around her hairless pussy, she knew that she was going to reach orgasm very quickly.Ceras’s expectations were confirmed immediately that James touched her nether regions. His fingers danced lightly over her moist outer lips and toyed around the tight, puckered hole of her exposed anus. She felt a thrill run through her as his thumb rotated over the hard bud of her clitoris and she curled her toes. Her back arched deeply and she moaned around the cock in her throat. She knew that her legs were trembling and as the wave after wave of climactic pleasure washed over her she had to concentrate on keeping her balance – after all, she was a slut for their pleasure, not for hers!A moment after Ceras’s climax peaked was the time that James judged the best to ram his cock deep into her pussy. He used no finesse or refinement – he guessed that this was not what Ceras would want at this time. He ploughed her deep and hard, revelling in the way that her body was thrust back and forth by the power of his strokes.After several minutes of frenzied action and another, slightly less powerful orgasm, Ceras knew that she had to try one more thing. Break one more barrier of inhibition.”I want it up my ass!” She cried suddenly. “Please one of you, fuck me up the ass!””We can do better than that!” Mike stated with a wicked grin. “All sluts should be able to take double penetration.Without waiting for his wife to agree or disagree, Mike pulled her forwards, almost ripping his cock from her sucking mouth. This was what he had dreamed of for so long. To watch his wife taken by another man was wonderful enough, but for him to be able to join in was just fantastic. If she wanted a cock in her ass then she could have James’s – he knew that his friend would be only too happy to oblige – but she was going to have his as well. Both at the same time!Mike pulled his wife up onto his lap and spread her legs to either side of him. Her dripping wet pussy was nestling softly against his erection and it was easy to slide himself straight into her. He gasped as he felt the heat of her pussy engulf him and used all his self control to avoid shooting his sperm straight away. His fingers found the hard buds of her nipples and he squeezed them, pinching them almost cruelly. He smiled as he heard Ceras moan in ecstasy and pulled her further forward to that her ass was pointed directly at his friend.”Do it, man.” tuzla escort He growled, do the slut in her tight asshole!”Ceras could already feel her husbands’ cock deep inside her vagina as she wriggled and twisted her body on top of him. But then she also felt James’s hands on her ass cheeks. He was spreading her wide open and she knew that her tight little anus would now be open for all to see. She gasped as she felt his fingers smearing her juices up from her glistening vagina and sighed deeply as they deposited those juices in and around her back passage. For a moment she held her breath as James’s cock nudged against the tiny aperture. Her head rolled back and her eyes were tight shut. Inch by wonderful inch she felt him enter her, slowly, deliberately, using his hands to keep her cheeks wide open until at least half of him was inside her and Ceras thought she was in heaven.James gritted his teeth as he gently pushed his tool up inside the impossibly tight hole. The pressure around the head of his cock was increasing as he swelled and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to stop himself.”Oh shit, I’m cumming!””Yeah, James!” do it in her ass man! Cum in her tight fucking ass!”And then James was over the edge. Despite a wailing cry from Ceras, he pushed the entire length of his swollen and twitching cock deep into her anal tunnel. His cum spewed plentifully and as his hands gripped and squeezed her nicely rounded buttocks he wondered if anything got any better than this.Ceras felt the first powerful gush of cum rush into her ass. She was aware of her body being the fullest it had ever been – full of cum and full of cock! She cried out as the warm pain of James’s final thrust took her breath away but then delighted in the way that the pain subsided into a mellow, damp feeling so quickly. She had almost lost track of the amount of times she had orgasmed. James had cum now also but she knew that her husband, still enveloped in the warm wet folds of her vagina, had still yet to climax.”Fuck my throat, baby!”Ceras could hardly believe that the voice she was hearing was her own. But she knew this was what she wanted.”Fuck my throat and choke me with your fucking cock!”In a second Ceras had pulled away from her husband’s throbbing weapon and had taken him back into her mouth. She felt so nasty, so slutty as she tasted her own juices on him. She felt his hands go to the back of her head and entwine themselves in her hair, pulling her forward so that more and more of his cock lodged deeply in her throat. And then she felt him moving. His hips began to rock back and forth, slowly at first and then a little faster. Ceras could hardly breathe and fought to control her gag reflex as her husband’s thick cock ploughed in and out of her throat. And then she sensed him swelling. The cock head throbbed inside her and suddenly she was choking. She tried to pull back but Mike’s strong hands held her head firmly while he pumped his seed into her. It was only after she had drained every last drop that she felt him relax enough for her to take a breath.Then there was the cleaning up to do. Like a good little maid-slut, Ceras licked the sticky residue from each man as they lay on the bed. By the time she was finished her face glistened with dribbles of cum that had escaped the corners of her mouth and two very satisfied men lay grinning up at her.

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A quick visit with NancyIf you’ve seen my other post about Nancy you’ll know it’s been quite a while since I saw her. Furthermore, aside from that one night, I’ve not had sex with her. But, that’s okay. I have a very fond and favorite memory of that night and every time I see her I flash back to the night I made her mine and filled her young pussy full of my seed. I fantasize that I was the first man to have that pussy.So, with that backdrop, you can well imagine my surprise when I saw her at the local grocery store and she invited me to stop by her house that night since she was home alone. I could hardly wait!!When she opened the door for me, I was greeted with her tight little petite body in a tight white shirt, no bra and skin tight black leggings. tokat escort Naturally my face flushed and my cock began to swell. Not only is she a gorgeous girl, but she smelled delicious. I took her in my arms and give her a hug which she responded to very quickly by pressing her firm breasts into me. I held her close and tight for long moments, breathing in her fragrance and running my hands up and down her back, neck and shoulders. We talked for a while and I can’t recall what we discussed. All I remember is her touch and the feel of her breast pressing into my chest. I also remember going to her and pulling her face to mine and began to deeply kiss her and caress her body. I remember gently turning her around so her back was to escort tokat me and sliding my hand down to her perfect little mound. Her pussy was so hot to the touch! My finger gently slid inside her pussy which was already very wet and inviting.I then gently pushed her leggings down over her beautiful curves and in one seamless motion thrust my rock hard cock deep inside her little pussy. She rocked her hips into me to let me penetrate her to the fullest extent. I let my cock rest balls deep inside her as she rhythmically contracted her pussy around it. It was incredible! It felt like she was jerking me off but with her pussy and not her hand or mouth. No way was I going to last very long!!I began to pump my cock in and out of her pussy, tokat escort bayan each time thrusting a little harder as I desperately tried to find new depths of pussy to have. She was incredibly wet and each thrust seem to make her more so.After what seemed to be only seconds I slammed my cock as deep inside her as I could. I could just feel the entrance to her womb touching my cock head as I exploded inside her. I think I shot 6 or maybe 8 ropes of thick semen inside that pussy with my cock nestled into her womb.Exhausted, I slowly withdrew from her and watched as a big glob of my hot white jizz leaked from her now pouting gash. I was in a****l heaven!She pulled her thong and leggings up, thus trapping the rest of my cum inside her. She had a nice glisten of sweat on her brow and upper lip which I kissed away. As I left I quietly told her I’d see her again, and soon. She just smiled sweetly and nodded. I am blessed beyond measure to have this beautiful, sexual young woman in my life.

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