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One night my boyfriend came over and we were doing all the usual stuff. A little bit of missionary, I got on top, a bump or two of doggie style. All the right moves were being made because we’ve got that rhythm now; however, something made me decide to throw an added bonus on the table.

“So… you’ve been saying you wanted to go back door?” I asked with smooth feathers; I was chill.

“Yeah… yeah… are you interested?” he asked looking shocked, totally disbelieving that anything would happen.

“Sure,” I said with an added nod of the head.

“When were you thinking?” he asked, “Were… were you thinking now?” He pointed to the bed, which we were already naked on, as in here and now.

“Is there a better time?” I replied.

Silence.

This is how I do business a lot of the time. If I am given too much time to think it will be a no-go. Not that I ever condone force or being pressured into having sex, but I do think that when you want to try something you have got to decide, and then run into it not looking back.

“Well that’d be great,” he said, still looking very unsure that this is really going down.

“Cool,” I said with a thin, stretched smile and apprehension in my eyes.

More silence.

“Alright, well if we are going to do this there is going to be a preview with my fingers. We are going to have to warm things up first.”

I leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a packet of K-Y Jelly that I had stumbled across in a magazine. It had been one of those women’s fashion mags, not Vogue or anything (they only have rich, crap smelling perfume samples), but more likely I got it out of Cosmo. Ah, Cosmo. Turning young girls into sexually liberated women by giving them the means to take it up the ass. In hindsight, none of this experience would have happened without this sample, so I would like to give almanbahis şikayet a shout out to K-Y and Cosmo. Holla!!

I passed him the packet and he was beginning to beam. This was looking like reality. He put the packet on the nightstand and kissed me. I decided to go along with the events I had set in motion so I tried to relax. We made out for a while and then he rubbed my clit. Now this is money for me. I know it is different for every woman. Some are all about their tits. Suck on one of those and they are goners. Tidal wave. Not me however, I am all about the magic button in my shorts.

So he stoked me and I got crazy wet. Good times were being had by all, when I felt a questioning finger slipping down from my cunt to the awaiting chocolate starfish. There it was, the first wave of attack on what had to be the tightest anus in all 13 provinces. He scoped the surroundings and checked out the entry point.

I could just picture him reporting in the status. Sir, it is looking mighty tight. The guard is up. We may need some sort of distraction if we are going to take this ass tonight.

He pressed inside. I lay there trying to be as ass-tastic as possible. I took a deep breath and let it out.

“Um, just try and relax,” he said. He was patting my hair with his free hand like I was his faithful companion. It didn’t hurt; it felt wrong. I was struggling to wrap my brain around the fact that this wasn’t just an out-hole. People have been putting things up their assholes for pleasure purposes for a long, long time. This was a good distraction point to ponder, and he went back to eating me out, so soon enough I was feeling warm and fuzzy.

His warm, wet tongue was sliding along my sex from one end of the slit to the other, and then lower.

“Hello!” I said.

“Hello,” he said as he laughed at me.

“Oh sorry, I almanbahis canlı casino just wasn’t expecting that,” I eked out.

I laid my head back on the pillow and went back to working his digit in and out of my ass. There were moments were I could see how this could feel good, particularly combined with the nasty way he rubbed his tongue over my love dial. The charges coming off my clit were off the charts. As my breathing turned into a pant, he took another finger and started to really work my ass.

Now this kind of hurt, more like a twinge of discomfort, and I am not into pain. I made him stop. He leaned up to kiss me.

I shrank back in fear and stammered out, “don’t even think of kissing me when you were licking my poo hole!”

“Geez, you are just about the sweetest gal around,” he sighed.

“Sorry, but that doesn’t seem so romantic,” I said. I leaned into him and ruffled his hair. I kissed his neck, licked his earlobes (personal favorite), and ran my tongue all over his face. I enjoy being silly in bed, and he is always receptive to me nibbling on him like a small, wild animal.

We rolled around for a bit until I was straddling him. He went back to work. One finger seemed to be going in easy peasy, but two was still a bit much.

“I want you to really relax,” he said, “just try a bit more because we can’t get me in there if we can’t do two fingers.”

Notice, the “we” usage, “if we can’t do two fingers”, but we aren’t doing two fingers. I’m the one with his manly sausage fingers in my anus. I reminded myself that I had been the one wanting to experiment. Actually, I had wanted to try anal sex for years. I concentrated on relaxing my entire body from my toes to my nose. I focused on getting my body into a jelly state, and voila it worked. There he was kissing my belly, rubbing his cheek to the soft rounded flesh almanbahis casino of my tummy, and his fingers were inside my chocolate starfish. It could almost be described as pleasant. Sometimes he pushed deep and that didn’t feel so good, but when it was just probing it felt good. I was beginning to feel like a dirty, dirty girl and I loved it. I never thought I would be the type of woman to enjoy a finger in the ass.

“So this is feeling about right,” he said with a question in his voice.

“Okay, so onto phase two then,” I said.

He nodded. I nodded.

“Flip over onto your stomach,” he cooed as he rolled me over.

I lay there and I made myself go limp. I kept thinking rag doll, rag doll, be a rag doll. You are loose and open. Go with it. I could feel his thighs against mine as he lowered himself onto my back. He started giving me kisses on the nape. He knows that this makes me butter, and I love him for knowing that. Slowly, he spread my cheeks, squirted K-Y all around, and began to rub the tip of his cock against my anus.

I felt him penetrate and surprisingly he didn’t feel so hard. I guess my sphincter is tighter and firmer than his cock. I almost wondered if it would hurt him if I gave a clamp down on his cock, but I was worried it would hurt me too. He worked his way in and out very slowly. It felt strange. This was much more invasive than a man being in my cunt because, I couldn’t see him and my butt felt so fragile. For such a tough, hardworking orifice it is astonishingly delicate on the inside.

We kept this up gently for a time until he started pressing a bit further than comfort would permit. We took a break and went back to other fun business. Then we tried it again. This went on for a while, until I told him I was ready to give it a rest. He kept going for a couple of strokes and then unloaded himself onto my ass.

This wasn’t exactly how I imagined it would go, but overall it wasn’t nearly as creepy and painful as I had heard; however, I wasn’t having any anal orgasms right off the bat either. I’ll have to give it a try again. Sometime. Maybe…

Mohini…

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I had made it clear to you early on that living with me would be an adventure. You had no idea what adventure that would be, as I could tell.

It had only taken one night. One night of getting you drunk enough to admit your feelings for me. Then your half hearted recantation that only made me smile. I don’t think you remembered it in the morning, you still gave me that guilty look you always seemed to have. That look that said, “I’ve pictured you doing awful things to me but I can’t ever tell you that.”

You didn’t have to tell me. I already knew.

I came close to you, that night, you at the counter washing a dish and imploring you to turn around. The fear that ran across your face was amazing, the realization that what was going to happen making me smirk. You could fight me but that wouldn’t be too much fun now would it? Besides, I had so many things I could teach you…

Kissing you made you shudder, I knew that too. My beard was soft enough that it didn’t sting, thick enough to satisfy some primal need in you to submit. I had the experiance that could mold you or break you and it made me giddy inside to know it. Your tongue touches my lips cautiously and I kiss you harder, gripping the back of your neck and intwining my fingers in the hair there. Your skin was hot, searing, and I could feel your pulse flutter, the surprised but slightly frightened gasp that resulted as I pulled you closer.

We had to move but I knew we couldn’t break apart. One moment is all you’d need to have apprehension flow into your eyes, reasoning dominate your mind. No, no, I couldn’t have that, young lady. Not at all. I pull you into the living room and down on the couch, making quick work of your clothing. I wasn’t worried about my own–you wouldn’t be touching me and I only had to unzip my fly. I just wanted inside of you but knew my limitations.

My hand snaked down, fingers finding her warm and wet, nearly dripping and I chuckle, knowing it rumbled in my chest. “You can’t hide what your body says,” I say and I feel almanbahis şikayet you shiver. I wanted you to fear me but at the same time, need me. It was an odd dicotomy but one I was willing to live with. My other hand held your breasts, soft, heavy even for their size and I pinch a nipple gently.

God if you could just make that noise every day! I knew then that the hard ball exterior you put up was just that, an exterior. You were as feminine as any other woman and here, in my hand, writhing naked, sweat already forming a light sheen on you, I knew I had to have you. I’m sure you thought I didn’t know how deep your thoughts went but I’m a man and my needs had to be fulfilled. I slip two fingers inside of you, hearing you whimper, eyes shooting open in surprise–never thought I’d do that huh? I do this until your breath is coming just a little too fast, your cries just a little too pleading and I pull away, chuckling at the resulting whimper.

“I promise I have better things for you,” I whispered. I knew you were slick already, juices dripping down past their origin into depths never probed. I take an index finger and push it past the ring of muscle, watching your face contort in pain briefly. But the movement of your hips, the small circles and jerky movements gave you away; it may hurt but you liked it. And judging how your mouth fell open into a lustful ‘o’, I’d hazard to guess that you liked it a lot.

More fingers, more moaning. You can be this vocal huh? I can still see reluctance taint your face because I’m not your long time lover but this is for the better. I promise. I need to be inside of you and this is as close as I can get. Quickly I unzip my jeans, my hardness springing free. I wasn’t the length of a porn star but I could’ve matched them in girth and was quite happy with my just over half of a foot. A curious hand–oh!–reaches down but I swat it gently away. No, bad girl. No playing with the merchandice. Atleast not before you buy it…

Using my own precum and some of hers, I was ready. almanbahis canlı casino I pushed forward at her virgin entrance, feeling hot, slick tightness, forcing my eyes to remain open as you throw an arm over your face. What makes you hide? Is it guilt? Or is it to deny me the pleasure in your face? I pull your wrist away, I want to see what I’m doing to you. I take a deep breath–goddamn girl, you’re tight–and give a shallow thrust, watching with a manly glee that it made your breasts jiggle. A moan you try to muffle escapes your lips and I repeat, smirking just a bit at the gasp from that one.

Slowly, I start to fuck you, a slow and rhythmic speed that makes your mouth for words but not speak them. ‘Please?’ they half say. But since I don’t hear them, I ignore them. My own orgasm was building and I reluctantly slowed, hands settling on the swell of full hips. You, by this point had casted modesty away and arced towards me, eyes glazed in total lust. Headspace they called it. I knew then you’d do anything I’d ask you to do. Your acceptance of what was happening made me smile but to hide it, I kiss the bend of your knee before starting again.

I thrust slowly forward, with consistent yet gentle pressure I impale you and force you slowly apart. You buck against my body and moan, but I continue my slow progress until once again I can go no further. This is where I want to, no, need to be. I have no desire to hurt you but I savored your discomfort, your uncertainty. The best thing however is seeing all of that melt into a single, animalistic emotion: want. For the first time in a long while, I felt alive and satisfyed, the feeling overwhelmed, powerful.

I grab your hips roughly and push in hard, swiftly and again you cry out. I only respond by going even harder. I’m consumed by the feel of you around me, pulsing, pulling me deeper inside of you and I growl as your legs wrap around my waist. Total submission. It was all it took–that little bit of surrender; I’m blinded by unbridled lust, a primitive, almanbahis casino primal urgency, fucking with an insane sort of aggression that my mind only half heartedly understood and looked amazed at how well you took each bone shattering stroke.

One beserk thrust blended into another. I’m holding your wrists down as you thrash under me, throat finally finding the words that you couldn’t normally bring yourself to say: “God please! Please don’t stop! Oh my god…” I laugh and I know it sounds cruel, squeezing my hands tighter to the point that I know I’m going to leave a mark. The pressure in my lower regions grows and I know I’m close to losing it but I can’t do anything else, be anything else until climax releases me from this madness. I’m in a hell so good it hurts, I’m in a pleasure that blends into a demented sort of pain. And then…

For some reason, there’s alwas a pause. A moment of silence before God says, “Let there be light”, the one people must hear before death steals them away. But then again, it might be the sound we hear just before we draw our first breath in the waking world. The dam, my control, our sanity shatters and I roar at the short circit my body is experiencing, focusing on only claiming you from the inside out rather than on such mundane things as breathing or being flexible. I hear you scream as well, the walls of you contracting in waves and I shudder, eventually falling back from you as your own climax subsides. I stare into eyes the same color as my own right before you say—-

“Your alarm went off three times. Are you going to work or not?”

My eyes shoot open and I look over my shoulder in a panic. ‘It was a dream,’ I tell myself. ‘All some fucked up dream. God.’ Luckily I had rolled over on my side sometime during the night. The events may have been fabricated but my slowly softening erection and cooling white passion were as real as the sun in the sky. You look at me, confused, tilting your head. “Well?”

“Yeah, I’ll be up in a minute. Just…a sec.”

Taking the statement for what it was, you nod and walk out and my eyes follow your jean clad ass out. The same ass I had just fucked…

‘It was just a dream. A helluva dream but just a dream. Now get up and go to work.’

If only it were just that easy…

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Summary: Husband is pegged by sister-in-law with wife’s permission

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, goamz86 and Wayne for editing.

Exploring Sexuality: A Pegging

I was almost in the city when my cell rang.

I glanced at it and saw it was my sister-in-law Sabrina.

I sighed.

I loved Sabrina, but since her divorce she had been as exciting as a Nicholas Sparks movie.

Yet, obviously my wife had told her I was going to be in the city for meetings and if I ignored it I would get it from both her and my wife… I mean, seriously, the invention of the cell phone ended up being a digital ball and chain.

On the fourth ring, I answered, “Hi, how are you, Sabrina.”

“Hungry,” she answered. “How far away are you?”

“Twenty minutes,” I answered, knowing I had just passed the last town before the city.

“Can you meet me for dinner?” She asked.

Truthfully, I wanted to get to the hotel, get undressed, take out the butt plug currently lodged in my ass and use one of my prostate massagers (I had three).

For the past nine months, I had been questioning my sexuality.

No, I’m not gay. I don’t find men remotely attractive.

But, the idea of sucking a cock… well, that had become more and more of an obsession.

It started by accident when I read a story about a guy who was convinced to suck a cock in front of his wife.

It had never occurred to me that such an idea would even remotely turn me on, but when my cock stirred, then hardened, I got confused.

I jerked off to lesbian stories, group sex stories and the odd incest stories…but never had I even be drawn to read a gay story.

Before I knew it I was shooting my load as the wife ordered, “Swallow every drop, cock sucker.”

That triggered a door deep in the closet I had never known even existed… one that would not allow itself to be closed no matter how much I tried.

Then for a month I tried to ignore that new subtle temptation in the back of my conscience and yet every time I started reading porn as I got hard and more excited I ended up searching gay stories.

Each time after I came, I felt guilt and shame as I questioned why I was having these feelings… my dad would disown me if he had a clue I was having, what he would call, faggot fantasies.

I read online about straight guys who sucked cock.

I read about the research and different theories that almost all men at some point consider sucking a cock and many consider being topped.

I read about married guys who would never cheat on their wives with another woman but regularly sucked cock, and some who even took it up the ass. Yet, their rationale was simple: they only did things they couldn’t do with their wives.

I read more and more.

Then… I learned about pegging. The idea of a woman fucking a guy in the ass with a strap-on.

This really became my obsession as it kept my gay cock sucking fantasy at bay.

I didn’t want to suck a guy’s dick… not really. I mean, I did, a lot… when horny… I mean so much so that I even watched some gay porn of guys sucking cock and even taking it in the ass… even the idea of getting spit-roasted, taking a cock in both ends while on all fours, turned me on when I was rock hard.

Yet, it wasn’t something I ever seriously considered doing.

But pegging….

I loved my wife and would never cheat on her… but suddenly the idea of my wife pegging me was now implanted in my mind and my fantasies.

Now, originally that was all it was… a fantasy.

I was the man and there was no way I was going to tell this fantasy to my wife.

But what it did do was get me curious about anal toys.

I spent hours online reading reviews of anal toys for men. Initially I was shocked at the plethora of toys made for men. I had thought there were just blow-up dolls and butt plugs.

Besides the toys for the penis, such as the Fleshlight I ended up buying (which is almost as good as a real pussy, I quickly discovered), there were so many anal and prostate toys I really didn’t know where to begin.

I ended up spending an entire evening at a hotel one night researching, reading reviews and so forth on dozens of toys.

In the end, I bought a three butt plug starter pack and a small, thin vibrating prostate massager.

I won’t go into the vivid details of my first butt play solo experience other than to say the smallest butt plug was too small and the biggest was too big… I kind a felt like goldilocks testing out the three bowls of porridge.

The second one felt slightly uncomfortable at first, but then as I used my fleshlight I came harder and more intense than I did with just my hand.

Of course, as I lay on my hotel bed, with a butt plug in my ass I felt shame course through me.

This cycle would almanbahis follow for a few weeks as I experimented with more toys.

Eventually, I felt the butt plug wasn’t enough as it didn’t do anything but fill my ass which, after I got accustomed to it, I wanted more.

So I bought a vibrating prostate toy.

The first vibrating prostate toy felt good for a while, but eventually I wanted thicker.

So I bought a bigger one.

Then, wanting more, I finally shelled the bigger bucks and bought a Nexus Revo Stealth.

That device, once I got used to its girth and variety of the rotating head that directly stimulated my prostate, I was in heaven. My orgasms were the most intense I could create on my own and often, truth be told, more intense than when having actual sex.

And that was what I was looking forward to using once I got to the hotel.

Alas, instead I was going to have dinner with my sister-in-law while a butt plug was lodged in my ass.

“Sure,” I agreed.

“Great, meet me at Brooks, as soon as you get into town,” she said.

“Sounds good,” I agreed.

For the record, I did have a talk with my wife about pegging.

Originally, I did it by sending her a story called “Kinky Tales: I Pegged my Husband,” that seemed to parallel in many ways my own self discovery of a sexual perversion I didn’t know I had.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t as supportive as the character in the story.

She texted me: We can talk about this when you get back home.

A rush of excitement coursed through me at the idea that she may have read the story, got turned on from it and was going on surprise me with a strap-on when I returned home.

Alas, my fantasy was just that… a fantasy.

Once home, she asked rather bluntly, “Are you gay?”

“What? God, no,” I responded.

“So where did this come from?” She asked, as we lay in the bed.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Just an idea that was triggered by a story I read and then it just kept getting more and more intriguing,” I explained.

“The story you sent me?”

“No, that is just the one that most relates to us,” I answered.

“With the incest undertones?” She questioned.

“What? No, no,” I said, although the idea of Sabrina and my wife in a 69 was fucking hot. “I wanted you to read about the intimacy of pegging.”

She asked after a pause, repeating the question but now with a vulnerability, “So you’re not gay?”

“No,” I protested. “I have no interest in guys.”

That was mostly true, although the idea of sucking a cock never completely left me. I wondered what a hard cock would feel like in my mouth, what it would feel like to bob back and forth and, although rather gay I suppose, I wondered what it would feel like to swallow a load of cum or take a load on my face.

“But you want to take it in the ass?” She asked, clearly confused.

“I know, weird,” I nodded, not able to fairly do my thoughts and feelings justice.

There was another pause, before she said, “I don’t think I could do that.”

“Oh,” I said, suddenly deflated to have my fantasy crushed in just one sentence.

“It’s just, that’s not me,” she said.

“But, it could be.”

“How?”

“You get the power, to be in control,” I explained.

“But it’s not me,” she repeated.

“I thought you would like this,” I said honestly.

“How so?” She said. “You know I’m kind of vanilla when it comes to sex.”

“I just thought you like to be in control in all other aspects of our home life,” I said, thinking how bossy and in control she was in regards to the house.

“It’s not the same,” she said.

“I guess,” I shrugged, trying to think of a way to make her reconsider.

“That said,” she smiled, “I wouldn’t mind a cock in me.”

“I don’t know,” I playfully teased.

Once in the bedroom, I did what I always did, I got her off with my tongue. It was the only way she came.

I loved her taste, I loved giving oral satisfaction, but even as I licked her I wondered what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth.

After she came, I rolled onto my back and she asked, “Are you going to come and fuck me or what?”

“Maybe once you get me hard with that wicked mouth of yours,” I responded.

She said, opening her mouth, “Can’t, cold sore.”

“Always with the excuses,” I teased.

“Plus, shouldn’t you be hard? You just ate my pussy,” she pointed out as her hand went to my completely flaccid cock.

I shrugged, “I really enjoy eating you out, especially hearing you moan and your legs stiffen, but it usually doesn’t get me hard.”

She began stroking my cock. “And what gets you hard?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“Is it the idea of me fucking your ass from behind that gets you hard?” she asked.

“Oh,” I groaned, her dirty talk exactly what I had hoped she would say almanbahis yeni giriş when this conversation happened.

“You could be my little girl,” she purred, “maybe even wear the thigh high stockings you like me wearing.”

“Shit,” I moaned, my cock growing.

“Or maybe you want some guy’s hard cock in your mouth,” she continued as my cock suddenly was standing completely at attention.

She laughed, “Well, that worked. Now come and fuck me.”

And I did, even as I wondered what this strange interaction meant and why hearing her say those words got me so fucking hard.

A few minutes later, I deposited a load in her pussy and then nothing.

We never talked about it again.

We had sex a few more times over the next month, but she didn’t say a word and I was too insecure to bring it up again.

Which leads us back to today. I arrived at the restaurant realizing I was actually quite hungry.

I went inside and as was the usual, even though she lived here, just five minutes away, I got there first.

I sat down, ordered a drink and got comfortable, the plug still in my ass. I considered taking it out, but decided it would be slightly exhilarating to have it in my ass as I chatted with my oblivious sister-in-law.

When she walked in a few minutes later I was shocked. She was in a tight blouse, short skirt and nylons, something I never saw her wear… not even at her wedding. (Yes, I’m that big a pervert or stocking fetishist to check and remember).

As she sat down she apologized, also a first, “Sorry I’m late, I had a job interview.”

“For what?” I asked.

“An upper management job,” she answered.

“Well, you look amazing,” I complimented, my cock hardening, not caring she was my sister-in-law.

“Thanks,” she said, before adding, “if I recall from my sister, you have a nylon fetish.”

“My wife told you that?” I gasped, surprised that such a thing would ever come up.

“First, we tell each other everything,” she said.

“That is a terrifying thought,” I joked.

“Second, she told me when I started noticing her wearing them when we hung out together. She and I both have always hated pantyhose,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah, a man made invention to sexualize woman… blah, blah, blah,”

I said, having heard my wife say that exact same thing many times.

“Actually, I like wearing them,” she smiled. I was about to say I had never seen her in them before when she added, “in the bedroom.”

“TMI!” I joked, knowing tonight I would be jerking off to my sister-in-law in nylons. I wouldn’t cheat on my wife in real life, but in my fantasies I was quite a wild guy.

“What? It’s not like I’m telling you I like taking it in the ass,” she continued, her wicked tongue both a raging turn-on and also a complete shock.

“Are you telling me you do?” I asked.

“I do what?” She asked, teasing me relentlessly… suddenly I felt like I was on a date and not having dinner with my sister-in-law.

I wasn’t going to play into this weird game that could only get me in trouble. I laughed, “Things I probably don’t need to know.”

“You don’t want to know about your hot sister-in-law’s anal sex life?” She asked.

“I’m not going to ask questions,” I countered, “but you are welcome to tell me anything you want to tell me.”

Before she could respond the waitress arrived and we ordered our food.

Once she was gone, Sabrina continued talking, but about her job interview, the disaster that still is her divorce and the house changes she was making. It was then she asked, “Any chance you could come over and help me move a couple of things before you go to your hotel?”

The answer was no, ‘I want to go to my hotel and jerk off about you as I use my Nexus on my prostate.’

Of course, that wasn’t what I said. I nodded, “Sure.”

“Awesome, and I promise you I’ll make it worth it,” she said.

I laughed, “That I’m looking forward to.”

We ate dinner, we chatted, we flirted in a way we never had before and then I followed her back to her place. I still got lost as I had only been there a couple of times.

As I followed her in, I couldn’t help but notice how amazing her legs looked in the mocha coloured nylons and my already hard cock flinched as I noticed she was wearing thigh highs as she went up her steps.

Once inside, she slipped out of her heels and I stared at her beautiful nylon-clad feet in mocha stockings… and her toes painted red, which had me completely mesmerized.

My wife knew that the best way for her to get me hard instantly was:

A) nylons (my favourite colour being mocha or tan… Although white and black were also very cock stirring… Actually, truth be told any colour of nylons would awaken my cock in seconds).

B) Painted toenails (especially red and more especially red in mocha nylons).

Other almanbahis giriş things worked, like talking dirty, sucking my cock and teasing my nipples… but nylons and painted toe nails were my sexual kryptonite.

As she wiggled her toes, as if tempting me, she laughed, “Kendra wasn’t kidding.”

“Pardon?” I asked, not actually taking my eyes off her feet as I feigned taking my shoes off.

“You really are a nylon-clad foot guy,” she said.

“She told you that?” I asked.

And for the second time that day she stressed, “Like I said earlier, she tells me everything.”

“And for the second time, I’ll admit that scares the hell out of me,” I joked, finally breaking my stare at her perfect feet.

I was worried she would go change into something more practical, but she said, “What I need moved is downstairs.”

“Okay,” I nodded, again watching her great ass and amazing legs as she walked in front of me.

“And stop drooling over my legs,” she joked as she turned around and caught me doing just that.

“Sorry,” I shrugged.

“I bet you are,” she quipped as she kept walking.

We spent the next ten minutes moving a few things and when done she asked, “Want a drink before you head out?”

Not wanting to leave when my sister-in-law was in sheer nylons (I assumed they were sheer nylons based on how her legs literally shined in them) and yet knowing I should. I wasn’t worried about cheating on my wife, but with all the clear innuendo that had transpired between us today it was definitely the most tempted I had ever been.

“I should probably get going,” I said, even as my eyes were drawn again to her feet.

“Would it be too weird for me to ask you to give me a foot massage?” She asked out of the blue.

My cock flinched.

I loved giving my wife foot massages when she was wearing nylons. Being slightly submissive, I liked giving my wife foot massages whenever she asked, truthfully.

“I don’t see why not,” I shrugged, thinking I had given my sister foot massages and thus it wasn’t anything inappropriate.

“Great. Kendra tells me you give the most relaxing foot massages,” Sabrina said, as she sat on the couch.

I joked, as I joined her on the couch, “I’m usually doing that with an ulterior motive.”

“Oh, and what would that be?” she smiled wickedly, pretending to play dumb.

“I plead the fifth,” I joked, as she spun her body around and put her feet on my lap.

I took one nylon-clad foot, and indeed they were sheer silk like my wife wore, and began massaging it.

“Oh, that feels nice,” she said, giving out just the softest of moans… which made my already hard cock flinch in my suddenly too right trousers.

“Your sister makes me do this all the time,” I said, as I massaged each toe individually.

“You are her little bitch,” Sabrina quipped.

“And what does that make me to you?” I questioned as I finished her last toe and moved to the sole of her foot.

“My bitch-in-law,” she answered.

“Can’t say that is overly flattering,” I said, although I was so turned on by massaging her stocking-clad feet she could call me whatever she wanted.

“Just do as you’re told and I may just reward you,” she said, so seductively that my hard cock again flinched and yet for the first time I seriously wondered about my sister-in-law’s motives.

“Yes, ma’am,” I saluted with my free hand, hinting at my submissiveness.

“Keep working,” she said.

And for a few minutes I massaged her feet. I was moving to her calf, when she asked, “So you want to get pegged?”

“What?” I gasped.

“Your wife tells me everything,” she reminded me.

“Apparently,” I said, my face going beet red.

“I told her she should just bend you over and fuck the shit out of you,” she said rather matter-of-factly.

“Oh, God,” I said, almost as a groan, the idea of exactly that being my fantasy.

“You really want to get ass fucked, don’t you?” She asked.

“I can’t believe we are having this conversation,” I said, mixed feelings coursing through me again.

On the one hand, shame and embarrassment at someone knowing I had such a fantasy.

On the other hand, relief at finally having someone to talk to this about… even if it was my hot sister-in-law.

“Answer the question,” she ordered. “Do you want to get ass fucked?”

“I prefer the term pegged,” I countered, that made it somehow seem less gay than her phrasing.

She smiled, “That’s just semantics.”

I retorted, as I continued massaging her calf, “Maybe, but one makes me sound like I’m gay and the other seems romantic… or at least more intimate.”

“Fair enough,” she nodded, as she moved her other leg to my hands. “Do this calf too.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, attempting to be playful and also hinting at my submissiveness again.

“So, you want to be pegged?” She asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Interesting,” she nodded.

“Why is it interesting?” I asked, her tone hard to read.

She shrugged, “It’s just I was very surprised that Kendra wasn’t excited by this.”

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Author’s note: this is based on an old Romani legend my grandmother use to tell me when my parents weren’t around.

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Che un sogno sono stati i miei musica.

“What a dream my music was.”

I.

The celebrated Armenian cellist, Tsovinar, was rambling adventitiously about the city, on a bright, chill afternoon in late October. She was to perform, once again that night, at one of the great concert hall which brought the city so much artistic acclaim. According to her usual fixed ways she was amusing herself with people watching, gazing into shop windows, thinking of anything but the approaching dull work that her job had turned her passion into. Not that she was nervous, but she found she came to her work all the fresher for an hour or two of blissful self-indulgence, turning off her mind the way a drunk finds release in the first highly anticipated drink of the morning, or the onanist her middle finger.

Wandering away from the busiest street of the city, she found herself in a quiet thoroughfare, throwing away the lipstick-stained butt of one stubby cigarette and produced yet another. She has been bothered by a trouble with deep breathing all her life, now her doctor had recently recommended a curious new medicine, smoked, in the form of New World tobacco. “Cigares de Joy cure Asthma,” the tin box the cigarettes resided in declared, “Joy’s Cigarette’s afford immediate relief in case of asthma, wheezing, winter cough, hay fever, and, with a little perseverance, effect a permanent cure. Universally recommended by the most eminent physicians and medical authors in France and Britain. Agreeable to use, certain in their effects, harmless in their actions, they may be safely smoked by ladies and children everywhere.” Ladies and children certainly were and it did seem to not only help her lungs, but at times, steady her hand. Tsovinar marveled at the age she lived in, modern medicine could do anything.

No, not everything. Of late she had been having what her doctor referred to as “female night hysteria;” waking from mystifying dreams full of nervousness, a curious wetness between the legs, muscle spasms, shortness of breath. No one could explain what it all meant, though they did agree she should refrain from too many mentally taxing tasks, avoid thinking of anything indecent and pray before bed. Perhaps it was the indecent part that troubled her so. Even while wearing eyelet, closed-crotch drawers under her skirt, having to open her legs so obscenely wide simply to rest the cello between them made her feel … vulgar.

But today she would not think about that. Today she was out for her afternoon constitutional, a dawdling walk. As it was part of her rule, she tried to avoid any music shops she might pass by. She had already ignored three or four without doing more than barely glancing at their plate-glass windows. One though, walking by a large music emporium, brought her to stop, retracing her steps and standing, her head cocked to one side, remaining motionless for a few moments, then went straight to the window and peered in.

She had not seen anything when she first passed by, indeed, she had merely determined, out of the corner of her eye, that one of the forbidden shops was nearby. Why, then, did she feel encouraged to return?

The window was stocked, as all such windows are, with instruments, with sheet music, with such paraphernalia as resin, bows, chin-rests, mutes, strings, bridges, pegs. An old Hakhnazaryan, valued at several hundred rubles, lay alongside a set of wooden spoons, an ocarina, a saxophone, all gracefully grouped upon a gilt-edged copy of “Basasael in E Major.”

Amongst the carefully-arranged violins and cellos was a curious old instrument, the likes of which the virtuoso had never seen before. It was this that she now stared, an ugly, squat cello, of heavy carved patterns, ancient in appearance. The maker, whoever he had been, had displayed obvious lewdness during its construction, a perverse pleasure, but more especially in the work upon the upper scroll, which, owing to some freak sense of humor, he had carved into the semblance of a hideous, bloated phallus. There was something horribly repulsive about this strange work of art, yet it also possessed a subtle fascination in her eye. The cellist, staring at the queer instrument, a tool which seemed to pulse with infernal life, slowly edged her way to the door, then entered the shop.

The attendant came forward, an old, broken tea kettle of a man, knowing the celebrated musician by sight, bowing low.

“That is a curious string bass in the window,” began the artist, at once, with a wave of her hand in the direction of the monster.

“Which one, ma’am?” inquired the attendant. “Oh, the one with the, er, unfortunate scroll-work, you mean? I’ll get it for you.” Drawing aside a little curtain, he opened the window-bay, brought out the instrument, whose erect life force seemed to be pulse more lewdly than ever.

“A almanbahis fair tone, ma’am,” added the man, producing a chair for his guest to sit upon, “but too scandalous to suit you, I’m sure. You could never play this in public.”

As soon as Tsovinar touched the neck of the cello she gripped it quiveringly, fairly raised her voluminous skirts to her knees and nestled the debauched thing between her thighs, resting the bestial neck against her cheek. Then, for a few moments, she held her breath, firm as a flint, her eyes fixed upon the amazed attendant, evidently without seeing the man.

“A bow,” said the musician in a low, raspy voice. She stretched out her free hand, took it, without moving her eyes. Then she touched three strings with her long fingers, drew the camel-hair smartly over them with one rapid sweep, producing a rich chord in a queer minor key.

A slight shiver passed over her frame as the notes were struck, a look of concentration writ upon her face, changing to one of craving, but she did not cease playing. Slowly dropping her gaze, the artist felt the rhythmical pulsation of the scroll-head next to her ear. It spoke to her. Though her own countenance flushed, her lips tightened, as if to suppress a cry, the bow was raised again, the cello spoke.

Did the incubus whisper to her moving, nervous fingers? He almost seemed to be doing so, surely such a melody as came from the instrument was born from no human soul. It was slow, measured, but no solemnity was suggested, it thrilled her frame with desire, never dread, it was a chain of sounds, like a depraved woman’s wet dream, slipped out of recollection as soon as it was evolved, a tune incapable of being recalled.

Slowly, as the last note was lost, the great cellist dropped her arm to her side, sitting motionless for a few moments, grasping cello and bow without speaking. There were drops of perspiration on her forehead, she was pale, weary-looking. When she spoke, it was with a faint voice, she seemed to address herself to someone invisible.

“I can endure that,” she whispered. “I will play it again tonight.”

“Do you wish to play on the instrument at this evening’s concert, ma’am?” queried the dealer, aroused both at the heinous choice, as much as how the performance had physically affected him.

“Yes — yes, of course!” was the reply, given with some emotion, the speaker having apparently roused herself up from oblivion.

As the dealer took back the instrument, he chanced to turn its back upon his customer. It was a curiously marked piece of wood, but now there was an iridescent, opalescent dribble, a stain spreading down the neck of the cello, throwing a grotesque blur upon the otherwise exquisite wood.

“See!” gasped the artist, pointing a shaking finger at the stain, clutching at the dealer’s cuff. “Cum!”

“Heavens to Murgatroid!” blurted the other, shrinking back in alarm. “What a thing to say. Are you ill, ma’am?”

“Sins of the flesh!” cried the half-demented virtuoso, hobbling out of the shop, her hair undone.

II.

It was night, the concert hall was crowded to overflowing. The musicians were upon their seats, familiar as they were to such views, they couldn’t but gaze with interest at the restless field of animated, desirous faces stretching out before them.

That curious noise, a multitude of hushed murmurs, accompanied by the discordant scraping of strings, tuning of reeds, the stray cough, was at its height, once or twice a loud trombone would momentarily assert itself, an oboe’s plaintive wail would rise above the tumultuousness, in short, it was the moment which foreshadows the entrance of the maestro to start that night’s performance.

All of a sudden, the long-continued babel ceased, for an incalculably long second, silence reigned in the ancient hall. Statues in the dark corners looked down, waiting. Then a storm of deafening applause burst forth, necks were craned, eyes strained, all in attempts to catch a single glimpse of the regal soloist who was to open the concert by playing a difficult ‘Concerto di Azazyel’.

It was noticed in the crowd that as the virtuoso followed the bent, bald conductor to the center of the platform, all could see she was unusually pale, those who were seated nearer observed as well that she carried a curious cello instead of the expensive Guadagnini upon which she was known to perform.

A tap from the conductor’s baton, a short, breathless silence, then — the first note, the sweet strains of the opening bars issued from the instruments from seventy-six musicians.

The cellist, with a sinking the heart, an emotion which she could scarcely account for, brought the cello between her thighs, saw, for the first time that it had been re-strung. Normally, as was her habit, she left stringing and tuning to others, yet now it had a strange effect upon her. Again the shudder that had passed through her body at the europium passed through almanbahis yeni giriş her again. She unwillingly ran her hand over the wood of the scroll and — almost with a cry — flinched at the touch of sticky, seminal fluid that appeared to be oozing down its side.

The orchestra, which had swelled out to a loud forte, now dropped to a pianissimo. The moment had arrived. Tsovinar raised her bow, commenced to play the lovely adagio.

What had come over her? Where were the concert hall, the orchestra, the anxious crowd of people? What sounds were these? This was not ‘Concerto di Azazyel’, this sweet melody so like, yet so unlike, the weird music which she had played in the dealer’s shop. What subtle magic had enacted upon those strains that their banality, their deadening scoff had entirely vanished, leaving behind sweet, pure harmony?

It seemed to the Armenian that she stood within a small, but comfortably furnished room. Two figures were near by, those of a beautiful young man sprawled lazily upon an ottoman, and an exquisite, foreign-looking woman with hair of moon-lit silver.

“Arcangelo,” the older woman said in a low voice, as she crouched between the young man’s open thighs, “tell me tonight that you have not dismissed me forever. I can wait for your love.”

“Semajaza, my love, even if you were the Devil himself, I could not love you any less.”

The older woman, older by Tsovinar by some good ten years, shifted, moved her skirts around and lo! Tsovinar gasped, for the young man’s trousers were undone and his rigid cock, still gleaming wet from the woman’s open mouth, stood rigid and alive for all the world to see.

Semajaza’s hand slipped over his manhood, and Tsovinar watched in amazement as it slip effortlessly through the other’s clenched fist. Arcangelo released a deep moan from somewhere in the deepest recesses of his chest as Semajaza caressed him again and again with long, slow strokes. The older woman watched exultantly as his thickened member grew harder and harder still, his knees weakened a little from the glorious sensations.

Semajaza released his cock, winked at him playfully, turning round, leaned against the ottoman with her arms out, pulling her dress to her hips and pushing her ass high up in the air. She wore drawers with an open slit and peeking between the fabric she showed off her plump, plum pussy lips, the little brown eyelet of her arse, all for his twitching cock to delight in.

“Put it in my ass, Arcangelo, I want to feel that thick cock inside me.”

With a smile the young man ran his fingers between the cleft of her cheeks, massaging around her puckered hole as he pushed the tip of his spit-wet finger into her. Slowly Semajaza began to moan as the tip of his finger sunk down, down, into her, up to the knuckle.

“I think you like finger fucking, Semajaza, as much as you like my cock.”

“I’m ready for you, Arcangelo,” moaned Semajaza in response. “Put your cock in me, petite amour, fuck my ass.”

Arcangelo eased his finger out, using his hands pulled her firm, exquisitely rounded ass cheeks apart a little more as the tip of cock pushed against her slickened puckered entrance, paused, then pushed some more. Taking his velvety cock’s head in one hand, he fed the tip into her hole, allowing her gentle rocking movement to ease more of his cock into her.

“Oui, Arcangelo, more, give me more. Dieu, fuck me in my ass.”

The young man pushed a little harder as he felt her tight opening yield only the merest of fractions as his cock took her, Semajaza took one hand off the ottoman, though the thin membrane that separated them he could feel her fingers slide into her cunt. He began to rock his hips slowly, making ever larger movements as Semajaza began to let out little whimpers. Feeling emboldened he began to build up the tempo, the length of each pistoning thrust grew, becoming a blur in, then out, of her taut, almost unyielding cave. Semajaza’s fingers were flicking over her clit, dipping back into her pussy as the sounds of her grunting, that feminine animal sound, ricocheted off the wooden floors and ceiling. His hands gripping her hips, disappearing under her many layered skirts, firmly willing him to push his cock in ever harder, urging him on — oui, petite amour, oui — anything that would allow him to assault her with an ever deeper, deep stroke. Though she was not even aware of it at the time, blurred of brain, the cellist had reached the conclusion of the Concerto’s adagio movement.

Tsovinar did not hear the boisterous applause which hailed the fall of her bow, she knew nothing of the ardor of the orchestra, or the praise of the conductor, she heard no music, only animal voices, only the wet slap-slap of hips and bellies grinding against each other.

“Dieu, oui, you feel so good in there, so thick, oui, fuck me, Arcangelo.”

“Do you like that? You want more?”

“Oui — Arcangelo — please — oui, almanbahis giriş harder.”

Tsovinar could only think of her own fingers in her pussy, how her own ass would make the room for his cock, tightly gripping that massive shaft, throttling its last drop of blood and cum and as she watched Arcangelo begin to pound his cock into Semajaza, harder still, pulling her back with his hands in time to spur them deeper into her tight hole. Semajaza moaned, louder still, impaled forcibly at each toe-curling thrust, more, more, more onto his cock. The sight of Semajaza, her ass offered up to the young man as her hanging breasts — jolting, jiggling — at each thrust. Semajaza fingered her clit, making savage little sounds, as the squish of her juices squelched hot between them, filling the little room, the concert hall, the world.

Tsovinar watched as the young man’s cock sank back into his older lover, even deeper now, almost up to his root, leaving nothing of its massive length outside.

“O! D– D– Dieu! Arcangelo, cum in me, Arcangelo, cum in me now.”

The presto movement had commenced for some time. Now a peculiar situation soon made itself known to the concert hall. Slowly to the horror of the conductor, the orchestra’s tempo had to be increased to match that of the thrusts of the cello, until a new prestissimo was reached. Still Tsovinar was not satisfied, there seemed no limit to her apocalypse flight, her fingers actually flew up, down, up the fret work, her bow shot backward and forward with incredible speed, yet as the music grew quicker, quicker, it grew until the exasperated conductor, who, with pure agony, dragged the miserable orchestra along for the ride, felt that only fiasco was inevitable.

“Oui, Arcangelo, I want it all.”

The young man’s body contorted again, again, his stomach muscles tightened, then released to deliver what all her cravings needed as his cock jerked repeatedly, like a ram getting ready to jam the lamb, he gave up all the cum he had for her. Semajaza’s tensed her bum muscles, gripping his cock harder, eager to milk out every last drop as she pushed against his softening shaft.

His lips kissed hers as her muffled cries signaled she was still there, panting, growling. His kisses were soft, gentle, sucking, kissing her neck, his fingers dancing over her stiffened nipples. As he knelt on one knee, he kissed her round belly as his tongue traced a line through her moonlit-hued pubic hair, using the tip of his tongue to caress each side of her girl-cunt lips. Savoring to take one whole fold into his mouth, he let his tongue play with each slickened fold, drunk on her divine juices.

Semajaza melted in a riot of moans, sighs, her hands in his hair. His tongue probing her, easing into her hole to fuck her with its tip, listening to her moans of approval. His fingers arrived to stir up her now hardened clit, using the flat of his thumb to rub over its swollen nub. As his tongue slowed to explore her blood-purple girl-walls, Semajaza began to whisper under her breath, lost in hazy world of rapture. He could feel her stomach rise, then tighten with every soft stroke of his fingers over her clit, her shallow breathing becoming noisier, he could tell she was very close.

His tongue left her wet opening as the thick middle finger from one hand penetrated her slick, cum-filled ass, as the fingers from his other hand slid into her cunt. Semajaza’s body seems to slump a little as his fingertips slick with her girl-juices, slowly fucked her tight opening while his mouth enveloped her clit, letting the tip of his tongue flick over like heat lightning. Semajaza’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails pressed hard across his skin. Listening to her as she sighed, stopping suddenly, then moaning, releasing her tensed muscles in one wild go as his tongue backed off from pushing her over the edge into orgasm.

On, on, on rushed Tsovinar’s fingers, the bow — faster, faster — faster still: a few of the oboes and lutes fell off from sheer exhaustion, stared, horror-stricken at the woman, hair undone, breasts free, a cellist possessed. Some of the audience rose in their seats, many burst into loud, anarchistic cheering.

“O! O! Arcangelo, oui, oui. Your fingers–”

Semajaza’s muscles stiffened, her pussy contracting on his fingertips. Imprints. The next moment she was almost limp. Each licking-lap from his devil’s tongue seemed to only leave her further stranded upon an alien world, between intense arousal and the act of cumming, lost in her own private trance.

Arcangelo increased the tempo all of his tongue splayed over her clit, lapping the full length for a few seconds, then, with a grinning slurp, lingering on the deep shaft of her pussy’s well, a chasm into the heart of the volcano, once again, lapping in a quick stabbing motion, hoping for eruption, letting his fingers work for a more a sinister staccato tempo. Semajaza began to tremble harder, harder, O mon Dieu, hard with each lapping endowment of his tongue over her clit, her breathing making little O — O — O as the tremors began to build. Her body started to quake, reducing to a flutter as she clutched his back, her thighs wrapped around his neck.

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Tonight was his birthday. His present was my ass’s virginity. I’d prepared it for him, stretched my back entrance with my fingers and toys so as soon as he came home he could have me.

I heard him open the door and call for me. I didn’t answer, I wanted him to see me how I was. My ass high up in the air with a large plug in it. Hanging from a ribbon around the ‘neck’ of the plug was a card saying “Happy Birthday” on it, with a tube of lube close behind me — I’m sure he’d get the hint.

I heard his footsteps on the stairs. The idea of him seeing me like this, giving myself to him, the thought of him using me drove me wild. My heart throbbed with each footstep, my pussy ached with anticipation as my wetness slowly trickled down the insides of my legs. He opened the door, I could feel him staring at me, I turned my head and smiled at him, “Happy birthday my love, it’s all yours.”

He slowly pulled the plug out of my ass, watching my tight hole stretch around the fattest point as it exited me before quickly discarding it to one side and spreading my cheeks so he could look at my gaping ass. He began kissing my cheeks, his lips forever getting closer to my open asshole, teasing, never quite close enough, the desire for him to taste my ass was killing me. I begged him to taste my ass, “Please baby, taste my ass, and push your tongue deep inside my gaping asshole!” Thankfully he obliged, filling my ass with his tongue.

Feeling the tip his tongue flick against the walls of my ass felt incredible, my head went light as pleasure over-took my body. I needed his cock in me; I needed to have him fill my ass. almanbahis As if to grant my wish, suddenly he removed his tongue from inside me and I felt the lubed head of his cock against my asshole. What was I thinking? There was no way he was going to fit back there! But I wanted it; I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I played with myself as he pushed his cock against my back entrance, trying to relax — but I was scared. His head was easily as wide as my wrist and the thought of taking all 8 inches of him back there seemed impossible. My ass began to open; I could feel his massive head slowly entering me.

My ass ached, a strange pleasurable pain as I felt myself stretch around him. It felt as large as an apple, though obviously wasn’t, as my ass expanded against his invading cock. And then, without warning my ass tightened around his cock as his head “popped” fully into my ass. I screamed out in pure ecstasy at the sensation and thought of having his large head in my ass. I panted, exhausted. He stared down at my cock-stuffed ass, spreading my cheeks so he could see how wide he had stretched my hole. He stayed still for a while, letting my ass get used to his size. It felt amazing to have him inside my ass. After a while, I nodded and said “Ok” signalling for him to start pushing the rest of his cock into me.

The feeling of his cock entering me was neither pleasurable nor unpleasant, but the sensation of fullness was incredible. Inch after inch the feeling grew more immense. I grunted for him to stop, he was only half way but I needed to rest, to let my ass get used to this new intrusion. He almanbahis yeni giriş gently moved back and forth, very lightly fucking my ass. I wanted him to fuck me so hard, but I knew my ass wasn’t ready so I resisted asking, letting him tease my hole with his monstrous cock.

I motioned for him to continue, he gripped my cheeks tightly as he resumed pushing his cock inside my ass. As his body pressed against me, his balls lightly tapping me as I fully took him – I came. My ass was over-taken with pleasure as orgasm unleashed throughout my body, my pussy throbbed repeatedly, dribbling my wetness down my legs and splashing his balls. I felt his cock stiffen further to the sound of my screams. He felt huge inside me, as if his cock head was pressing against my belly button. Eventually he pulled back, and began to slowly fuck my arse.

Feeling his cock slide back and forth within my ass drove me to ecstasy, it ached slightly as it stretched to accommodate his size but the feeling only added to the sensation of fullness and sheer lust of taking him there. His speed began to pick up, and his low hanging balls slapped pleasurably against my soaking cunt with each of his long strokes. He gripped my waist, and began to powerfully fuck my ass, slow but pressing himself hard against me with each thrust, letting me feel his full length within me.

As his cock pressed deep within my bowels I came repeatedly, I could feel my own wetness splashing against his balls as he fucked me. I was going light headed with pleasure, everything but my constant orgasm felt distant — only the moment existed. “Please babe” I almanbahis giriş asked him “I want to feel you cum in my ass.”

He began fucking me faster, perhaps too fast. My eyes watered slightly as he began to furiously shaft my ass. I could feel his cock growing, he was close, so close to filling me with his cum and then… I felt his first long spurt of cum shoott up inside my rectum. His cock pulsing as he unloaded inside me felt divine. I could feel each spurt of cum travelling inside me as it hit and splashed against the walls of my ass. I had the most powerful orgasm of my life as he emptied his balls into my anus, my body a slave to the complete and utter pleasure of feeling his cock pulse inside my rectum.

After a while he pulled out, spread my cheeks with his hands, and looked down at his new well-used fuck-hole. He told me to push it out, at first I hesitated, unsure of what to do, before emptying myself of his seed. I felt his cum bubble and dribble out my ass, trickling over my pussy lips before landing on the bed. Large wet splats hit the bed sheet as I pushed all the cum I could out of me. He pushed his tongue into my ass; the sensation of its heat against my thoroughly fucked asshole was painfully fantastic as his tongue flicked within my gaping hole.

The stain on the bed afterwards showed how much I had squirted. The sheer amount of white sticky mess on the sheets looked as if I had pushed a pint of cum from my ass, but I could still feel some deep within me, slowly working it’s way down long after we had finished. My ass ached with emptiness, I felt so incomplete now his cock had exited my asshole and knew I would have to take him there many times in the future.

I wished him a happy birthday, and deeply kissed his cock — mixing the sweet taste of his cock and cum with the bitterness of my own asshole… and loved it.

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What happened next was a bit distorted by the overload of nerves.

She heard the scuffling of movement around the room, but was deprived her sight to know just what it was.

Her mind, however, worked overtime to try and guess what would happen next. Did he really mean it about doing to her what she had read to him in the magazines she found in his closet?

She felt the bed tilt towards the left as someone climbed astride it. Warm, strong hands grasped her arms. Unfamiliar hands. He pulled her over onto him, and she knew for certain as her flesh made contact with his, that he was someone she had never known.

He whispered in her ear, his voice hissing and menacing:

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this, girl.”

He shook her ever so slightly at the same time, firmly. She blanched a little as she felt the blood rushing to her head, knowing her face was flushed.

Her head turned in the direction she thought her boyfriend was in, seeking a little reassurance. She heard his voice, then felt his hands assisting in her betrayal.

“This is what you wanted, and it is also what I want. I am here and will make sure you come to no true harm.”

How could he? She struggled, then freed one arm, which was quickly caught and held firm. Obviously overpowered, she grunted instead, tears of shame leaking from her eyes. This wouldn’t have happened if she’d stayed out of his things, or if she could have left those magazines alone.

She felt herself lifted easily by the two sets of hands and then she was astride a pair of thighs, a hard, lubed cock probing at her pussy, finding its mark and slipping up inside her. She exhaled as it filled her, she knew who it was and sighed with pleasure, settling firmly onto him, his hands moved to her ass cheeks….she felt him tug almanbahis şikayet at them, spreading them open the way he did so often.

The cooling air made her sigh again. She very slowly rode his cock, but he stilled her motion and then she felt it:

Another cock, the slippery head being stroked through her ass crack, she cringed a little, still sore from her first lesson. She tried to move away and in doing so, impaled herself more deeply on the cock within her pussy.

“No, you stay right where you are…”

“But I can’t” she protested.

“You’d be amazed…” He reassured.

She was only aware of the sensation of that fat, probing cock now zeroing in on her smarting little rosebud. Her boyfriend kissed her, one of those breathtaking kisses she would be weak-kneed with, and it worked, she relaxed, and her “assailant” found his mark, the tip of his cock fitting within that gripping outer ring of muscles. She tensed in response, the stretching of her holes so close together felt enormous, impossible….

Reality faded around her, buzzing in her head as she felt his shaft sink into her, the pain of the invasion paired with the pleasure of her full pussy started her to moaning uncontrollably, to vent some of the intensity of feeling.

Her fingers gripped the forearms of her lover, who she heard whisper at that moment, maybe not whisper, but for certain she felt him mouth the words to his compadre:

“Take her hard…”

He leaned back a little pulling her torso forward and lifting, spreading her ass cheeks for the assault. She whimpered as she felt the man behind her brace himself for the onslaught. Ugh! Ugh! The breath driven out of her with every forceful thrust, his cock felt as though it would tear her apart. She struggled to move almanbahis canlı casino away from the hammering, but was held in place and held in optimal position.

Once her mind wrapped around what was happening, she started to visualize what started it all: Those pictures. She realized she was living that fantasy, her pussy, her ass stuffed with cock. Her muscles gripped each cock separately and together they felt like one giant entity, filling her entire lower region, larger in diameter than her whole body, somehow making her bigger than she really was because of their presence within her.

The cock in her ass thrust high and hard, the cramps in her belly subsiding in favor of pleasure, and he looked down to see her skin stretched shiny-tight around his fat tool as he pulled it outward to the tip, the little puckering “mouth” quivering as he left it gaping then plunged inward again.

He urged her to ride the cock in her pussy, moving with his fucking motions. She was close, he could feel the tightening of her muscles as the vessels became engorged and her motions slowed, becoming more deliberate.

The grip around his cock in her ass was excruciatingly tight. Her muscles milked him, tugged him, invited him more deeply into her bowels and he knew that was just where he should be so he could shoot his thick load.

He stabbed upward as hard as he could, lifting her slightly, his muscles straining as he fought to maintain control. Her sudden gasp of lust as she started to cum and the resultant thrashing of her body was too much to resist, however, and he let go, filling her with hot spurt after hot spurt.

He knew her partner was getting a treat, feeling that sensation through the thick walls of her pussy, making it tighter than usual. She began to scream almanbahis casino passionately as they both moved instinctively against then with each other within her.

He squeezed his ass cheeks together as he thrust upward one final time, emptying his balls in her, catching his breath.

When he let his cock slide out of her, that being hastened by the thick cock in her pussy, he watched his cum ooze out the gaping opening and placed his finger in there, stretching the hole this way and that and forcing her to fuck the cock buried in her pussy in sharp, bucking motions.

He laughed a little, watching her give him the ride of his life.

Then a thought occurred to him and he took hold of her arms and pulled her off of him, both of them confused, but when he replaced her on her boyfriend’s lap facing the opposite direction, stretching her cheeks apart as he had for him, so he could see that wanton hole all loose from its fucking, he knew there were all for it.

Easily, this still-hard pole slid into her loosened anus, lubricated by the thick cum deposited there by the previous cock. Her cries of pleasure did not go unnoticed and the new, tight sensations around her lover’s cock sent him reeling to the edge. It was she who was riding him, now, shamelessly plunging down on him. He came, suddenly, harshly, shuddering with it as ropes of semen blasted from the tip of his engorged cock.

He could feel it filling her, surrounding his cock inside her, then oozing out around his shaft as she continued fucking, knowing she only had a few seconds to finish and gain another orgasm for herself.

When she came, it was earth-shattering. Her body slumped forward with spent energy. She lay, helpless in a pool of sweat and cum, vaguely aware she was being lifted off and then to bed, a strong body nestled on either side of her. Now that the blindfold had been removed, she strained to see in the darkness the face of the newcomer, but could scarcely make out his features. So tired, she simply sighed, sated, and slept completely content.

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My First Indian

This is the story of my first encounter with a very sexy Indian lady. There are plenty more stories to come, so if you like what you read, let me know and I’ll write some more. This story takes quite a while to get going, because I like to take things steady and set the scene, but stick with it we’ll get to the hot part, in good time.

Let me say right away, I’m a white, British guy, but I absolutely love Asian women. Over there in the USA, I know that ‘Asian’ usually refers to Oriental women; Chinese, Japanese or Korean. But here in the UK, Asian means Indian or Pakistani. For me, there’s something about that dusky skin, those liquid brown eyes and the deep black hair that does it for me every time – I can’t get enough.

I first realised this about ten or so years ago, when I was still married. There was an Indian girl at work, who I started noticing. She was only small and quite curvy, with long black hair and the cutest little face. She worked in a different department but I saw her most days and we’d always say hello, though we never really talked much.

I began to find myself looking out for her and she’d always smile when we saw each other. I began watching her more and more and admiring the way her ass swayed in her jeans and the curve of her breasts under the tight sweaters she wore.

She didn’t dress provocatively, but then, she didn’t need to. What I could see was enough and my mind filled in the blanks.

There was no way I was ever going to do anything about it; she was soon to be married and it wasn’t the kind of place where it was easy to chat someone up without being noticed and besides I was already married. So she was just a fantasy to me, but that’s definitely where my interest started.

I used to get hard at my desk just thinking about her and on a couple of occasions I had to go the bathroom and masturbate while I fantasised banging her over the basin. God, she got me hot.

Anyway, like I say nothing happened between us and eventually I left that job and moved on. But, now I started noticing Asian girls everywhere. The town I live in is on the Western edge of London, close to Hounslow, Southall and Slough, three of the South’s largest Asian communities, so there were plenty of opportunities to fuel my fantasies.

My wife had an Indian friend and we were invited round a couple of times to have dinner with her and her husband. She was much taller and slimmer than my cute little colleague but with those same dark eyes and that dark lickable skin. I loved watching her over the dinner table, though I had to be careful not to make it too obvious and though I’m pretty sure she had no interest in me, she certainly worked hard to please me in my daydreams.

A couple of years later, my wife and I separated. Nothing to do with other people and certainly nothing to do with my secret obsession – we just grew apart and after the kids had left home, I felt stifled and discontent. It was the usual mid-life crisis, I guess, no one to blame but myself and in many ways the separation was pretty smooth and my wife and I are still good friends.

At the time of this story, I was 46, had been living alone for a couple of years and was really beginning to enjoy life again. I did a little dating, but still hadn’t had the opportunity or maybe the courage to find myself an Asian woman. I think I half believed that finding an Indian woman who liked white guys would be too difficult, so I hadn’t tried. In the end it all happened by accident and I haven’t looked back since.

At my age, keeping in shape is important. Every year that goes past makes it harder to stop the muscles shrinking and everything heading South, so I’m a regular gym-goer. Stupidly, I still smoke so maybe half my hard work is being undone every time I light up, but I think I’m doing OK. I’m 6 foot 2, so the little bit of extra weight I sometimes carry is pretty hard to spot.

I always go to the gym in the early morning and then cycle home for a leisurely breakfast before heading into work, or sometimes I work from home. Most mornings at that time, on my way home, I used to stop off at the local newsagents to buy my cigarettes and a paper to read over my morning coffee.

The newsagent’s is owned by a really nice Indian couple, Raj and Sareeta. They were about the same age as me and we always used to exchange a few friendly words. Sareeta is a little plump and not the prettiest and she always had a ready smile. I liked her she didn’t particularly turn me on.

One bright Monday morning, fresh from my workout, feeling energised, I strolled in and was surprised to see a new, much more attractive face behind the counter. This woman was younger than Sareeta, maybe around 35 and she had the most stunning eyes I had ever seen close up. I must have looked startled, because she looked at me a little strangely. After a moment I found my voice again.

She greeted me as I put the newspaper down and I couldn’t help running my eyes over her body. She wore a almanbahis simple, plain dress with a thin cardigan over the top, but even in such an ordinary outfit, she couldn’t have looked sexier. The fabric hugged her curves in a way that made my blood run faster through my veins. I literally had to drag my eyes away from the curve of her hips and force myself to look her in the eye again, for fear of looking like a drooling pervert. I could actually feel myself getting erect, just looking at her.

I glanced into the store room at the back of the shop, where Raj and Sareeta usually sat when there were no customers, but it was empty.

“Hi, you’re new” I said, “Where are Raj and Sareeta this morning?”

“I’m Sareeta’s sister,” she replied, “they had to go away for a couple of days, so I’m helping out.” She had quite a low voice, but it wasn’t from shyness; she was confidently holding eye contact and I was finding it hard to concentrate. There was something very provocative about her and I immediately wondered just how long they might be away and began to hope it would be for as long as possible.

“They didn’t mention they were going away,” I said casually after asking her for a pack of cigarettes. It suddenly seemed important to let her know that I was a regular and on good terms with her sister and brother-in-law. Almost without realising it, I was trying to put myself in a good light. I could already envisage a string of pleasant encounters in the days ahead.

At this point she put a bit of a damper on my flirtatious musings, in two ways. First as she put the pack down on the counter, I spotted the wedding ring on her finger. Of course, I thought, she and her husband must be running things while Raj and his wife were away. Oh well, I could still flirt a little, but I better be careful in case he’s lurking round the corner. Then she told me that Raj’s mother had been taken into hospital and that he and Sareeta had had to leave for Birmingham early this morning. I felt a bit of a heel for hoping that my friends might be gone for a while.

I expressed the hope that things would be OK for them and asked her to pass on my regards. She smiled sweetly and said she would. I paid, got what felt like a direct and rather personal smile in return and left the shop.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her all day. I convinced myself that she was just being professionally friendly and reminded myself that she was married, but I still spent most of the day dreaming about that luscious body and those provocative eyes. I decided then and there that the next woman I went out with would be a dark and sexy Asian, just like her.

I normally go to the gym every other day but I was so keen to see her again, that if I hadn’t been away on business for the next two days I would have gone the very next morning. So it wasn’t till Thursday morning that I rose early, put on my exercise gear, got my bike out of the garage and rode eagerly off to the gym. I knew the shop didn’t open till just before I was on my way home again, but I still rode past slowly hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but the shop was still shuttered up.

She was in my mind all through the workout and during the few laps of the pool I always like to do, to cool down and stretch. In fact I thought about her so much, that I found myself getting erect as I showered. I had to turn the water to cold for a minute so that I wouldn’t have the embarrassment of wandering round the changing room with a hard-on.

I quickly dressed and took extra care to make sure I looked presentable before striding out and jumping back on my bike for the short ride to the newsagent’s. As I rounded the corner I was surprised to see that the shutters were still down and that there were no signs of life. I felt a pang of remorse when it hit me that maybe Raj’s mother had taken a turn for the worse.

I was just about to ride home feeling a mixture of disappointment and guilt, when I saw her coming around the corner, head down, sorting through a large bunch of keys. I pulled the bike up just as she knelt down to undo one of the padlocks. She looked up slightly startled as I said Hello. For a moment she looked at me blankly but then that provocative smile lit up her face again. My blood surged as I saw that she recognised me and certainly didn’t seem unhappy to see me.

“Oh hello again,” she said and stood up to undo the other padlock. She was wearing jeans and a sweater this time and I had a glorious view of her well-rounded breasts outlined beneath the wool as she stretched to reach the lock. “Sorry, I’m running a bit late.”

“That’s OK, no rush” I replied, thinking that I’d happily watch her all day if I had the chance. I asked after Raj’s mother as she fiddled with the lock and was relieved to hear that she was doing well and also secretly pleased to learn that they would be away for several more days.

She bent down and put her hands at the base of the shutter to pull it up. From where I was standing, it almost looked like she almanbahis yeni giriş was deliberately jutting out her gorgeous ass, tightly clad in blue denim. It took me a split second to realise that she was having trouble with the shutter and a second or two more to have the presence of mind to offer her a hand.

She stepped back gratefully. “I hate this thing,” she said, “it’s much too stiff”. Like a filthy minded schoolboy, I wondered whether she disliked other stiff things, but then I remembered the possible presence of a husband and tried to get my thoughts back to the task in hand.

The shutter moved easily enough, but it was heavy and I could see how she might struggle with it so I asked her why she didn’t get her husband to help her with it.

“Oh I would,” she said, “but he’s in Montreal till next month. It might be a bit inconvenient for him.” My mind did an erotic flip at this news, but I managed to stop the gleeful grin reaching my face.

I pushed the shutter to the top and stood aside to let her go in. “Can you just give me a minute to get these in and then I’ll serve you,” she said gesturing at three bound bundles of newspapers on the pavement. I saw my chance to get a little closer.

“That’s OK,” I answered, “why don’t you sort yourself out. I’ll bring them in.”

She smiled gratefully. “Ah, thanks, would you? That’d be great.”

I picked up the first bundle and followed her inside. She showed me where to put them while she bustled about picking up the post and turning on the lights. I went back for the other two bundles while she moved into the back of the shop.

Realising that my own paper would be in the bundle somewhere, I picked up a pair of scissors, snipped the binding and began digging into the pile to find it.

She hurried back to me. “Oh God, you don’t need to do that,” she said, thinking perhaps that I was about to start stacking them on the shelves. “You’ve done enough already.”

“Don’t get too excited,” I grinned, “I was just getting my own paper. I wasn’t planning to go into the news business just yet.”

She laughed easily and flashed me another gorgeous smile. “And there was me thinking you were such a gentleman.”

I smiled back. “Oh no,” I answered, “I’m a complete animal.” The way I felt at that moment, I was only half joking.

She looked at me appraisingly for a moment. “I’ll bet you are.” She replied thoughtfully and I felt that familiar stirring between my legs.

She turned away, went round the counter reached up to the display rack and picked out a pack of my brand. “Good memory.” I commented.

“Not really. I smoke these too.” She said as she put them down on the counter. “We obviously like the same things.” Our conversation seemed to be freighted with sexual tension. Or at least I hoped it was. I equally hoped that I wasn’t disastrously misinterpreting everything.

I gave her an enigmatic smile in reply and passed her a ten pound note. She opened the till and counted out my change. Her fingers gently brushed my palm as she put the coins in my hand and that’s when I knew that I definitely wasn’t misreading the signals. However I am a patient man, so I had just decided not to press my luck any further that day, when she ratcheted up the tension another notch.

“Listen, thanks for your help,” she said but this time she wasn’t looking at me. She seemed suddenly preoccupied with the counter-top. “Er, I was just about to put the kettle on. Have you got time for a coffee? It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”

This was getting better by the second. I made a show of checking my watch, even though I knew perfectly well that this was a chance I wouldn’t have missed for the world. Anyway, it was an easy decision. I had been planning to work from home, so there was no clock-watching boss waiting to check up on me.

“OK, thanks, yes I will.” I replied feeling my groin stiffen even more than before.

“Come through,” she said and gestured me to follow her into the back room. While her back was turned I made a rapid grab for my crotch and adjusted myself, so that I didn’t have to follow her with a pyramid in my pants. Relieved from the pressure, my cock happily uncurled and got even harder. I picked up the paper and casually held it in front of me as I walked round the counter behind her.

I sat on a chair just inside the door and watched her ass surreptitiously as she moved around putting coffee into cups and getting the milk. We chatted about Raj and Sareeta while she worked. She told me she and her husband lived in East London, but he travelled a lot. It was an innocuous conversation, but the undercurrent of sexual tension was still strong between us.

Finally she brought the coffee over and sat down at the little table next to me. As we lifted our cups simultaneously, I found myself staring at her lips as they moulded themselves to the rim. A waking daydream of those same lips wrapped round my cock filled my mind and I kept staring at her mouth even almanbahis giriş as she put the cup down on the table. I raised my eyes to meet hers and I knew that this was the moment. We locked eyes, both of us now, deadly serious. I felt myself drawn towards her. I could even see her pupils dilating. There was no doubt she was as aroused as me.

Then the door to the shop opened and we heard someone coming in.

We exchanged a look of pure frustration as it dawned on us both, how impractical it was to contemplate what we had both so obviously thought of at that moment.

She stood quickly and hurried into the shop. Disappointed but encouraged, I sipped my coffee for the next ten minutes, listening to her serving a brief flurry of customers. I felt my erection subsiding as the moment passed, but although I was frustrated I was equally sure that this wasn’t the end of the story.

Eventually the next customer left and she came back into the room and flopped down into the chair again. I looked at her mouth again, before looking back into her eyes. I wanted to recapture that moment of sensuality for just a brief instant. I reached into my pocket and got out my pack of cigarettes and offered her one.

She hesitated. “I shouldn’t. Raj doesn’t like smoking,” she said, but she took one anyway. Then she giggled. “It feels a bit naughty.” My cock flipped again and started to climb its way back up inside my pants.

I watched as she put the cigarette between her lips and looked at me expectantly. Never taking her eyes off her mouth, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my lighter. She leaned forward as I proffered the flame and gently cupped her hand around mine, holding the lighter steady as she took her first drag. That moment and that touch were electric with eroticism. My cock sprang to full hardness like a coiled spring. My skin tingled as she slowly pulled her hand away, tilted her head back and blew out a steady stream of smoke, her eyes locked onto mine.

My senses went into overdrive. I stood up and took a rapid step towards her. With my left hand, I swiftly plucked the cigarette from her fingers and dropped it into my empty coffee cup. With my right hand I reached round her neck and plunged my fingers into her hair. I gripped and twisted it almost savagely as I leaned over and pulled her lips up to meet mine. She gave a curious strangled sound, half gasp and half moan as I mashed our mouths together and forced my tongue between her lips.

She rose from her chair and forced her body into mine, grinding her hips so forcefully that I stumbled back till my thighs were against the table. She was moaning louder now, pushing her tongue against mine. Still pulling her hair and forcing our mouths together, I grasped at her breasts through the sweater, squeezing and moulding them, like dough.

She ran her hands up my back then down to cup my buttocks, through the thin material of my jogging pants, squeezing me as hard as I squeezed her. I let go of her hair, slid my hands down across her hips and swiftly unfastened the button of her jeans, while she urgently began to tug down joggers, taking my pants with them. I unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, then slipped one hand down to cup her mound through her panties. I could feel the wetness seeping through the thin cotton as I pushed a finger into her, taking the fabric with me.

I felt the air around my butt as her hands found my cock. I gasped as her cool hands gripped my shaft and began sliding up and down. I was as hard as marble, but her hands felt like warm velvet. I released the pressure of my finger and began to claw at the waistband of her panties, eager to pull them down so I could feel the hot moist flesh beneath.

Then we heard the door to the shop opening again. We both froze and pulled back our heads, staring wild-eyed at each other. We stood for a split second, like an erotic statue. She with her hands wrapped round my cock, me half way to pulling her pants down from her hips. We were panting and sweaty. Her hair was dishevelled, her mouth half open, her lips engorged. She looked so totally wanton, I could barely bring myself to stop. I wanted to throw her to the floor, rip her clothes and plunge myself inside her and to hell with the consequences.

“No,” she whispered urgently, pushing me away and tugging up her jeans. “We can’t.” She must have seen the wild frustration in my eyes. “Come back at five,” she said, “when I shut the shop.”

Pulling myself together, I pushed my cock back inside my pants and pulled them up, but not before she had taken a lust-filled glance at my erection. She hurriedly straightened her hair and began to move towards the door. As she passed me she brushed her hand over my bulging crotch. “See you later,” she whispered and was gone.

I let myself out of the back door into an alleyway, to avoid whoever was in the shop. It might have been one of my neighbours, I reasoned and I had no desire to make small talk with an erection that showed no sign of abating.

I quickly walked round to the front and retrieved my bike. My cock was still half-hard when I got home a few minutes later and it was only as I was opening my front door that I realised I didn’t even know her name.

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Catching Jennifer Red-Handed

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Jennifer McDougall slumped in the hard-back chair on the other side of my large wooden desk. The wind knocked out of her sails, I knew she was beaten.

Tears ran down her face, and I handed her my handkerchief to wipe them away. It was a losing battle though, for each time she dried those blue eyes the tears continued to flow.

“Mr. Roberts, I’m so sorry, I…” she quietly said.

“Now, now, Jennifer. All is not terrible. All is not lost. Why, with a little luck you will be home with your little ones in later today,” I calmly said.

Still, the tears flowed.

I stood, walked around to the front of the desk, and stood in front of the crying lady, a sympathetic look on my face. I stared at Jennifer, the 25-year-old woman who worked in the accounting department of my firm. It appeared she might collapse from the circumstances and fright.

My look changed to a leer, though, when I reached down to the zipper on my pants and slowly lowered it right before her crying eyes. Looking directly into those baby blues, I reached into my boxers and slowly pulled out my hardening cock. Her eyes saucered as I began stroking myself just inches from her face.

“Well, Jennifer, I think it’s time for you to suck my dick!”

She pulled her head back as the tears began flowing like a stream after a rainstorm. She appeared to want to jump up and run away, but her body wouldn’t move. She just stared at the hard cock in front of her.

“Suck it,” was all I said.

Her terrorized reply was simple. “I can’t.”

“Oh, you can Jennifer. You can and you will…if you know what is good for you.”

Silence rocked the room as we stared at each other.

The woman looked away from my dick and after thinking for a while she looked up at me.

“Mr. Roberts, I have never done that. I can’t do it. I won’t do it.”

That made my manhood extend to its full six-and-a-half inch length. It pulsed in my hand as I continue to jerk it off toward her face.

“What about your ex-husband?”

“No….never.”

“Ever?” I asked, incredulously.

“Never.”

I thought for a second, then reached over and grasped the back of her head. “Jennifer, there is always a first time.”

With that I pulled her head forward, and while at first she attempted to pull away it wasn’t long before my cock was rubbing against her face. I held my dick against her cheeks and rubbed. It felt great, but there was more work to be done.

“Open wide, Jennifer. This cock’s for you.”

I place my dick directly against her closed lips and slowly pushed. She attempted to move her head away, but I refused to let her get away. I held her head with one hand, then pinched her nose shut. As expected, within a few seconds, her mouth open and in popped my dick.

At first she gagged, then I thought she’d bite me. But I just remained still inside her mouth. After a bit, the gagging and her attempts at removing my cock stopped.

“See, Jennifer, it’s not that bad. My cock may look big, but that’s just because you are so beautiful and your lips are so soft,” I cooed at her. “Now, just rock it back and forth in your mouth, and suck on it. Suck on it like it was a straw.”

What young Jennifer lacked in experience was more than made up by the angelic look on her face as she sucked my throbbing cock. I barely moved, allowing her to feel my dick in her mouth. It wasn’t the best blow job I had ever received but it was in its own way tantalizingly hot.

The girl slowly moved her head toward my body then away, sucking all the while. Her eyes were closed, her hands trembled, her breasts heaved. It was a lovely sight.

My mind wandered back to this morning, when Jennifer’s life turned upside down.

Jennifer had been working for my company a little over a year, forced to return to the workforce after two kids and a failed marraige. Her husband was a drinker, and apparently he beat her on occasion, and after attempting to stay together for the sake of her kids she finally gave up and filed for divorce.

She started as an accounting secretary — it was her shapely legs in her short skirts which originally won me over — but was promoted to accounts payable clerk a few months later. All was perfect except for one thing that recently came to my attention. Jennifer was stealing from the till. Not a lot, but when I began reviewing her books I noticed that a surprising number of checks were written for a temporary help firm I knew we hardly used, I knew something was wrong.

I checked with the company, was assured we hadn’t been using them to the degree in question, and then formulated my plan. The money wasn’t a lot, a couple thousand dollars. I called Mike Newtown, a former police officer who now was a private detective. And over beers he reviewed, sliced and diced the evidence. It was a clear case of embezzlement. Over dinner, the plan was hatched.

Earlier today I called Jennifer into my office and confronted her with my findings. She broke down, admitting everything, but almanbahis şikayet said in her defense she had to do it to buy clothes for her kids and pay the rent. It seems her deadbeat husband wasn’t paying his child support, and her credit cards were maxed out.

I explained that wasn’t my problem, and had my secretary send in Mike Newtown, who was dressed in a police officer’s Sunday best outfit.

“Yes Mr. Roberts, I came as soon as I could,” he said, playing the part to the “T”. Is this the embezzler?”

Jennifer cried. “Oh, no,” she said in nearly a whisper. “No.”

I gazed at the woman. “Well, Jennifer, Officer Newtown is with the bunko squad, and it appears like you and he will be spending some time together writing your confession and an apology to the company. In return I will not press for a long jail sentence, and I will put in a good word at the child protective services agency so that your kids will be in a good foster home while you are in the state penitentiary.”

Shocked, Jennifer looked from Newtown to me and back, tears flowing from her face.

“You are looking at three years,” Ms. McDougall. “But I think with good behavior you will be out in a year-and-half.”

She continued to cry, and babble something about paying the money back. I pooh poohed her answer by saying that she had no way to pay it back, and besides, since the officer had already been brought in that it was out of her hands.

We led her into my conference room, and with a florish, left her inside, locking the door.

Mike and I went to the coffee room and smiled at each other. “I think I can talk her into working her way out of her predicament,” I said. “What do you think, a month of blowjobs?”

“That will do, as long as I am included,” he replied. “Did you get a look at those lips. Beautiful. Even though she’s bawling her eyes out those lips look unbelievably sexy.”

We decided to let her stew for a while before I hit her with her alternative “sentence.” In the meantime, I found the number of her ex-husband and gave him a call.

I got through to him, but barely. Although it was only 11 in the morning, he had already been hitting the bottle. After some chatter, I asked him about his wife.

“She’s a no good bitch,” he slurred. “I hate her fuckin’ guts.”

“But surely she had some good points,” I replied. “You had two kids with her.”

“Yea, but she’s a bitch.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“We were married four years and she never once sucked my dick,” he spat. “I am getting her back, though, I’m using the child support to pay for a whore to suck my dick. That will teach her.”

I laughed at the new knowledge. Then and there I knew how we could solved all of these problems at once.

We talked for a bit more, then I told the man to be at my office at 3 p.m., that there was a bottle of Jose waiting for him as well as $25 if he showed up for an hour’s work. He assured me he would be there.

I arrived back in my office and smiled as I hear Newtown interrogating Jennifer in the conference room. I laughed to myself as I could hear her pain. She was a caged animal, she begged for understanding and forgiveness, but Newtown didn’t budge.

After a while he retired from the conference room closed the door, and shot me a thumb’s up. He walked to my desk and whispered that Jennifer was scared to death about prison, being removed from her kids, and having the stigma of being a thief on her resume for life. In short, he said, she was ready for “the deal.” He rubbed his crotch….”She’s in your hands, Jonathan, make it good. I will be down the hall, and I hope this worked out because Mr. Happy here needs some love and affection.”

Jennifer sat in the conference room as I paced my office. I wanted her to be desperate. After a half hour or so I opened the door and called her into my office.

I pointed to the chair across from my desk. “Sit down,” I sternly said.

“You have a big problem, young lady. I appreciate your confession, and the apology,” I said, pointing at the documents on my desk. “Do you have anything to say for yourself before Officer Newtown takes you downtown.”

The young girl opened her mouth but the words didn’t come out. She continued to cry, and finally said the words I was waiting to hear. “Mr. Roberts, there must be a way. Please, I am begging of you. Help me get out of this. I will do anything to stay out of jail and keep this out of the papers.”

“Please, anything. Look, give me a chance and I will work for free to pay off the debt. I will get another job,” she said.

“You know, I believe you,” I replied. “But it will take more.”

I looked at her in silence. After a bit I loked her straight in the eyes and started laying out what I hoped would be the makings of a deal. “I have needs. My wife no longer has sex with me…”

The look she gave me through those crying eyes was precious. It was as if a light went on in her head. “Of course, Mr. Roberts. Help me out of this and I would make you happy…uh, almanbahis canlı casino that way. Please, we can make a deal.”

“Oh, make a deal we will. But it is not charity. You will have to work to pay off this debt.”

I looked at the woman and smiled but she continued to cry.

My mind snapped back to the woman sucking my cock. It had been a tough day, a day of charades, a day of convincing her that she was at the end of her rope. A day of Mike Newtown giving an Oscar winning performance. A day of making small talk with Jennifer’s ex-husband.

Now it was a time for her to suck my dick. She wasn’t the best cock-sucker I had ever sampled, but it was kind of sexy watching the woman give her first blow job. At first I hadn’t believed her, then I suggested to her husband that he must be mistaken. All admitted the girl was not a cocksucker. After a few minutes of her sucking my dick I realized they weren’t lying. But it was a a blowjob nonetheless, and that old saying that no blow job was a bad blow job held true as I watched the woman work on my cock.

She cautiously moved her mouth up and down my dick, sucking all the way. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and told her she was doing fine, then told her to lick my dick. She did, lapping at it like a cat to a bowl of milk. Then I slipped my dick back into her hot wet mouth and allowed her to suck some more.

Watching her, my cum started boiling in my balls. My eyes never left her lips as my dick began pulsing before letting go of a heavy stream of spurting. The woman gagged, my dick slipped out of her mouth, and I grabbed it and began jerking off on her face. The sex, the power, the control was an awsome feeling.

“Excellent, Jennifer, excellent. You have unexpected talent!” I said as the cum hit her nose and forehead.

The woman enexpectedly swallowed some of my cum, a look of displeasure coming over her face, and she used my handkerchief to wipe the rest of the sticky stuff from her face.

“Now, that wasn’t that bad, now, was it, Jennifer?” I smuggly asked.

“No, Mr. Roberts, I guess not,” she replied, asking hopefully: “Am I off the hook?”

“Oh, no, Jennifer. That was merely the payment of some interest. There is still a full block of repayment you will have to perform to get out of your predicament.”

The girl nodded her head, and calmly said, “I figured as much. I appreciate you giving me a second chance, Mr. Roberts.”

I thought to myself that the girl was coming around. I looked her in the eyes, and explained the terms which must be adhered to before I would let her off the hook.

“First, for the next month, Friday afternoons will be reserved for more fun in my office. You will be my whore for four Friday afternoons. Let’s say from 3 to 5 p.m. You will continue working here, of course, but for the minimum wage.”

Her face displayed shock, but “Ok” was all she said.

“Second, on those Fridays, you will dress for work as follows: your hair will be in ponytails, you will wear a white blouse with no bra, and you will wear a short pleated red schoolgirl skirt with no panties. You will wear knee high black stockings and black patent leather shoes. If anyone asks, you will tell them that you just love your schoolgirl outfit.”

Jennifer’s eyes nearly popped out. I could tell her mind was swimming with embarassment, but she simply said, “Ok…is that all?”

“Just one other thing. For the next two hours or so you will do as I tell you to do.”

“And if I do all that I will not have to deal with the police? I will not have to go to jail?”

“Exactly. I will keep your confession, and I will constantly check your work. If you stray again I will use that confession and apology to send you to prison.”

Jennifer nodded her head. “I understand,” she said, wiping away some stray cum from her cheek, cum mixed with tears. “I will never steal again. I will be your most dedicated employee. I will do whatever you ask, and when the month is over I will prove to you I am a dedicated employee.”

I knew she would. There was no way she wanted to be separated from her kids. My alternative kept her with her kids and away from jail.

“Ok, your time starts now, are you ready?”

“Yes, Mr. Roberts. What do I have to do?” she questioned, noticing my flacid dick.

I buzzed my secretary. “Please send in officer Newtown, Ms. Quimbly.

Minutes later the door opened and the pseudo policeman entered the room.

“Jennifer, I think the officer needs to sample your newfound talent. Treat him nice.”

The woman nodded her head.

The “policeman” looked the woman up and down, then commanded: “Jennifer, unbutton your blouse. We want to see your tits.”

Like a zombie, the young woman revealed her perky breasts to our view. Newtown admired the girls’ 34 B’s, gently feeling them as if they were fruit. Then he told young Jennifer to get onto her knees.

She knelt before the policeman, opened his pants up, and reached in for his cock. She pulled almanbahis casino out his massive nine inch dick and pushed her head back. “Oh my god it’s huge,” she said. “I can’t suck that.”

Newtown laughed. “Oh yes you can, Jennifer, and you will. First, lick it.”

The girl opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She licked the hard cock up and down, then began sucking the tip. Her head bobbed up and down on the crown of his cock, but she had a hard time getting more than a couple inches into her small mouth.

Newtown looked at me and said the girl had talent, but he wanted something different.

“Go ahead, she’s yours,” I replied.

The cop nodded and continued to thrust gently in and out of the girl’s mouth. Jennifer attempted to take more of his dick in her mouth, but obviously had trouble with the massive cock. After a few more thrusts Newtown patted the girl on the head and pulled his dick out of her mouth with a plop.

Jennifer looked at the man and asked if she had done something wrong. Newtown assured her she hadn’t, but that he wanted something else: her pussy. She nodded her head as he told her to bend over my desk. The girl rested her head on her hands on my desk, looking at me sitting in front of her. Newtown lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and moved into position behind her. He rubbed his cock up and down against her wet pussy slot.

“Um, go slow please,” Jennifer said to the man. “You are so big.”

Newtown slowly inserted his big dick into the girl’s cunt. He moved back and forth a few times before slamming his dick into her pussy to the hilt.

“Ohh!!!” she exclaimed. “I’ve never felt so full.”

The girl reached down and began fingering her clit as the man banged in and out of her pussy. She moaned at each thrust, while he grunted as he fucked her hot wet quim. “Oh, baby, your pussy is to tight,” Newtown said. “I love it.”

The two rutted for a while, with the girl getting into it.

“I’m gonna cum,” said young Jennifer, firing her ass back at the man. “Umm it’s so goooood.”

The man’s head rose toward the ceiling as the cum began to boil and rise from deep within. He began shooting his cum into the girl’s pussy, and that ignited her own cum. I watched in awe as the twosome came together.

Newtown collapsed atop the girl, the two of them breathing heavily.

“Well, Jennifer, it appears you liked that.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Roberts. That was fantastic! I can’t remember feeling so good. That was tremendous.”

“Well I’m glad you liked it, but you still have some time to work as part of our deal. Are you ready to continue?”

The blonde girl lowered her head and nodded. “Oh yes sir. I’m just so happy you are helping me out here. I’m so sorry I did wrong, but I’ll tell you if I knew Mr. Newtown would be my punishment I would have been caught a lot sooner,” she said with a sly sort of smile.

The girl sat back in the chair across from my desk. Her panties were on the floor, her lipstick smudged, she had that freshly fucked look of contentment as she waited for her next assignment.

The smile on her face disappeared when her ex-husband was ushered into the room.

“Oh My God, NOOO!!!!” she cried out. “Get out of her you bastard!”

“Now, now Jennifer. You are still on the clock and there’s time left in your workday,” I sternly said.

Blood drained from her face as she looked at the man with distain. She knew she was under my control, and had to comply with the terms of our agreement.

“What do you want,” she quietly asked her ex, knowing in the back of her mind what was coming next.

The man pointed to the ground in front of his cock, and she nodded and slithered down to her knees. He whipped out his dick and rubbed it against his ex-bride’s face. “I’ve been waiting years for this,” he said, watching as his ex-wife, resigned to her fate, opened her mouth and began orally attacking his cock.

The girl worked on her ex-husband’s dick as best she could, but the man made things difficult by pulling it out from her mouth to rub it all over her face. He spanked her cheeks with his dick, then inserted it back into her mouth and attempted to jam it down her throat. He seemed to get off on humiliating her.

The blowjob continued for several minutes before the man pulled the cock out his ex-wife’s mouth. “Bend over the desk,” he commanded, and Jennifer compiled. At first she figured a fuck would be a lot better than his mauling of her mouth. But when she felt his dick against her anus she cried out “No!”

“Oh yes, little darling,” her ex-husband said before attempting to push his rock hard, hungry dick into her small, tight asshole. It wasn’t easy taking her anal virginity. She was dry as a bone back there, and the man spit on his dick to get it moist. He put one hand on her back to hold her down, while with the other he jerked his dick against her ass, then her pussy, then her asshole again.

She continued to try and pull away, but it was in vain as her Ex was a man on a mission. He pushed and prodded and forced his big cock at her anus.

The girl cried out to no avail, as her ex-husband began living his deepest fantasy, slipping his cock into her darkest hole. Jennifer cried out in pain as his dick broke her anal cherry.

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“How come you never fuck my ass?” Corinne demanded. She lay on her bed naked, Alan’s cum seeping from her freshly-fucked pussy onto the bed. Her ass was toward him and she’d hoped he would get the hint, but he hadn’t even touched it.

“Huh?” Alan touched her shoulder. “What are you talking about?”

Corinne turned to face him. “I’m talking about my asshole, which desperately wants a cock inside it, and the fact that you never fuck it.”

“O…kay. This is new. Did I know you wanted me to fuck your ass?”

She hadn’t told him. She shouldn’t have had to. “Didn’t you want to?”

“I want to do whatever makes you happy,” Alan said. “But I’m not a mind reader.”

Every guy Corinne had dated had practically begged for anal. Alan shouldn’t have had to read her mind; he should have come up with it on his own. What kind of guy wasn’t interested in butt sex? “I think I’ve given some pretty strong hints,” she said.

“Talking works much better than hinting.”

“You’ve never done it, have you?” That was the only possible reason why he wouldn’t have thought of it. Either that or he wasn’t into her, but given how hard he’d fucked her a few minutes before, Corinne didn’t think that was the case.

“No, I haven’t.” Alan caressed her bottom. “But I’m open to the idea. Just haven’t date anyone before who wanted to try it. I take it you’ve done it before?”

“Frequently. In fact, I like anal better than regular sex sometimes.”

Alan almanbahis raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? In that case, I guess we will have to give it a try.”

Corinne ran her hand down his chest and belly to his cock, which was half-hard again even though it had only been a few minutes since he’d come. “Seems like now would be a good time.”

“Possibly. If you can help me get just a little bit harder.”

“Not a problem.”

If there was one thing Corinne was good at, it was making guys hard. She grasped Alan’s cock and squeezed gently, then moved her hand down to his balls and licked the tip of his cock. “Oh, that’s working,” he murmured. “Keep it up, baby.”

Corinne slid her mouth down over his dick. Deep throating had taken her a while to learn, but it had been worth it, and it wasn’t all that difficult when a guy wasn’t completely hard. Though as soon as her mouth encased him, Alan got harder. Corinne smiled around his cock. She loved turning a guy on.

She wasn’t about to let him come in her mouth, though. Then she’d have to start all over again before he could fuck her back door, and since he’d agreed to do it she wasn’t patient enough to wait long. She sucked him until she was sure he was fully hard, then released him and turned her back on him. “Ready when you are, big man.”

“Not too big, I hope,” he said. “What about lube?”

“On the headboard. I like to have it handy.” Even when there was no chance of butt fucking, almanbahis yeni giriş it was useful for masturbating. Which Corinne usually did while thinking about butt fucking.

She felt the bed move as Alan reached up for the bottle, then felt the coldness of the lube on her asshole. God, she loved the sensation! Since she’d been introduced to anal, she’d come to enjoy it so much that just the smell of lube aroused her. Today was no exception. “That’s nice, baby,” she said. “Get yourself good and slicked up, too.”

“You’re really into this, huh?” Alan said.

“Fuck, yes. Feeling a hard cock sliding slowly into my back hole, filling me up, it’s fucking incredible. I can’t believe you’ve never fucked a woman’s ass. The men I’ve done it with say it’s so tight they want to come instantly.”

“I’ve never been with a woman who was willing to do it,” Alan said. “But as I said, I’m open to it. So let’s try.”

Corinne positioned herself on her knees, her ass in the air and her head down on the mattress between her arms. She’d had anal in every position possible, but this was her favorite. She loved the way it presented her ass to the guy, and how vulnerable it made her feel not to be able to see him as he worked his cock into her asshole.

Alan pressed the head of his cock against her nether hole. “Advice?”

“Go slow, just a little at a time.” She wanted his cock in there so badly she didn’t know if she could stand his going almanbahis giriş slowly, but it would hurt too much otherwise. “You’re not going to be fucking me long, so make the most of it.”

“Maybe I’ll last longer than you think.”

“I doubt it, but you’re welcome to try.”

He pushed a small part of his cock in, and Corinne felt her asshole relax to accept him. This was her favorite part, having her ass slowly claimed. She reached beneath herself and fingered her clit as Alan pushed a little further in. “Damn, this is tight!” Alan exclaimed. “It doesn’t hurt you?”

“It feels too fucking good to hurt,” Corinne replied. “Keep going. A little at a time.”

Slowly, cautiously, Alan kept pushing his cock into her ass until finally, Corinne felt him resting against her. Her finger picked up its pace on her clit and she said, “Now fuck me. Don’t worry about hurting me. Fuck me as hard and fast as you want.”

“I’ll do what I can. Fuck, your ass is so goddamn tight!”

“That’s the best part. Now fuck me!”

Alan obeyed instantly, thrusting in and out of her so hard the bed moved. Corinne pressed her clit harder, and just as she felt Alan tense, her own orgasm hit. “Fucking hell!”

“God!” Alan shouted. Corinne felt his cum inside her. After a moment, he withdrew. “Oh, my fucking word, that was hot!”

“Told you so,” Corinne said. “So now will you fuck my ass without being asked?”

“Every time we’re together, babe.”

“Good.” Corinne got up. “Time for a shower.” She leaned over and kissed Alan’s cheek. “Come join me, and I’ll show you some other fun things we can do.”

She laughed when she saw Alan’s cock start to stiffen again, and left the room.

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****

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My cum squirted onto her belly. She rubbed it into her skin with one hand and held my penis with the other. I lit a cigarette. Her head nuzzled into my neck. I loved how good she felt.

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